Let’s go,” Meredith snapped at Nate, her voice sharp with urgency as she moved toward the door, not sparing him a backward glance. She had to get to Jake—before their friend did something he would regret.It seemed that whenever their blonde friend was involved, their usually level-headed boy lost all ounces of rationality.Nate hesitated, blinking at Meredith in confusion. He wasn’t ready to leave just yet—hadn’t even processed what was happening—but the blonde was already halfway to the door, leaving him with no choice but to follow.He had to jog to keep up because, despite the heels on her feet, Meredith moved with the intensity of someone in a high-speed chase.“Hey, what is wrong?” Nate demanded when he finally caught up with her.Meredith didn’t slow down or acknowledge him beyond a clipped response, her voice tight with urgency.“We need to get to Jake before he does something stupid.”At the mention of their dark-haired friend, Nate’s jaw tightened, his fists clenching involu
Jake stilled, his vision red with rage. He glared at the older woman, suspicion creeping into his mind like a slow poison. Did she know that Adira wasn’t his mate? She couldn’t have. Adira wouldn’t have had time to tell her, and he was certain they weren’t close enough to share such a personal revelation. Yet, something in Kendra’s gaze unsettled him, like she held a secret he wasn’t privy to. Jake decided in that moment—one born from instinct and desperation. He would claim the blonde. They were already pretending to be mates for the Pack; what was one more person believing the lie? He straightened to his full height, forcing his expression into unwavering confidence. A smirk curled his lips, his voice laced with certainty. “And that is where you are wrong. Adira is my mate,” he declared boldly and possessively, as if saying it aloud would solidify the truth in the fabric of reality. Kendra’s entire being recoiled at the claim. Her wolf snarled a sound that remained locked be
The tension in the room was so palpable that a knife could cut through it. As Danny waited for the Alpha wolf to take the phone from his hand, he flicked a glance at his best friend to see how he was doing. The poor boy was almost purple, causing Danny to wince in sympathy, his expression crunching slightly. Trix let the blonde boy’s hand hang in the air for a few minutes longer, relishing the palpable tension. She has to teach the young wolves not to mess with her or her human again. Then she reached for the phone. “Hello,” she growled into the phone. Adira froze at the sound of her mate’s voice. “Trix,” she muttered in a low tone, her voice trembling slightly. Trix closed her eyes at her mate’s sweet voice whispering her name. A shiver ran down her spine, but she kept silent, waiting for her mate to speak. “Please, put him down,” Adira pleaded, her tone thick from the emotion clogging her throat at speaking to her mate’s wolf. Trix didn't speak immediately but
Outside her sister's room, Adira rested against the wall, her head raised, her eyes closed as she blinked back the tears that filled her eyes. She won’t cry, she thought strongly, her fingers folding into a fist. She gave herself a few seconds to gather her composure, then leaned off the wall and headed toward the lift, determined to forget what happened in her sister’s room. Jake paced like a caged animal as he and his friends waited for Adira to join them. Dylan sat at the driver’s side, the door open, his feet outside, and his ears plugged, his attention flicking between his pacing best friend and his phone. He tried to get Jake to calm down, but Jake ignored him like he was invisible. The dark boy is worried about the repercussions of his actions, and no matter how often he tells himself that Adira is not mad, he feels double the amount he is deluding himself. He might be a foot taller than the blonde, but the blonde, when angry, scares the shit out of him, and he is
Nate slipped the phone back into his phone and let out a tired sigh. He didn't want to deal with his friends, especially her. He took a step to continue his work, only to run into someone. He reacted quickly and caught the person before they could fall. He started to apologize even before he knew who he held. “I am so…” Nate stopped abruptly when he saw a pair of twinkling green eyes belonging to a stunning face with a crown of gorgeous red hair. He lost his train of thought, which the red hair in his arms found amusing. "Are you gonna let me go?" she teased, a beautiful smile playing across her lips. Nate’s face assumed the same color as his hair. “Of course,” he said shyly, letting the girl go like she was hot. She is hot—something every part of Nate acknowledges. The girl exudes unwavering confidence and seems to find Nate attractive as well. “Gloria.” she stretched her hand to Nate. “N-Nate,” Nate stammered, shaking the girl’s hand while kicking himself inside for ac
Jake encountered his friends before he and his father got to the door. He excused himself from the beta to speak to his friends, who did the same with their families. “Do you know what this is all about?” Nate asked, slipping his hands into his pockets. Like Jake, he had a suit on, though he let the buttons of the red shirt under the black suit run free a few buttons down, exposing his neck tattoos. Night surrounded the friends; the only illumination was the stars littering the sky. Jake shook his head with a clueless expression. “Mum just told me to get dressed and that we are having dinner here.” he shrugged his broad shoulders. As they talked, Meredith drove in and parked beside the other cars in front of the Pack House. She stepped down from the car and walked toward the boys in heels. She has yet to notice them, but the boys did. Nate stiffened at the sight of Meredith, which didn't escape the notice of his friends. “Dude, what is going on between you two?” Dylan
Adira tried to be calm as her family and friends celebrated her and Jake's mateship, but she felt so uncomfortable inside that even Snow paced restlessly in her mind. It felt so wrong, the whole thing. Adira flew to her feet, unable to cope anymore with her guilt. Eyes turned to her, curious. The Alpha heir looked agitated, and everyone wanted to know what was bothering the young woman. “Honey, what is wrong?” Luna Grace asked the question, which echoed in everyone's mind. “I am fine, Mum.” Adira flashed a teeth grin at her mother that didn't reach her eyes. “But I need some fresh air.” Adira hurried out of the room before her mother or anyone else could say another word, leaving everyone glancing at each other, wondering what was wrong. Adira's friends all got serious about eating the food before them. None wanted anyone to ask them what was wrong with their friend as they couldn't answer. Jake got up as well and followed Adira out, further worsening everyone’s
Adira blinked in shock when she saw the blood dripping down her sister's body. You are hurt! She exclaimed, running to her sister without a second thought. When she got to her, she bent toward the wound to inspect why it was bleeding. "What happened?" She asked worriedly, her slender fingers tracing the edges of the newly opened wound. Kendra flinched from the warm touch on her skin, not because she was in pain but because of the warmth that traveled over her body at Adira’s touch. Thinking her sister was in pain, Adira quickly withdrew her hand and stared up at her, her green eyes radiating warmth and concern. "Does it hurt?" She asked innocently, unaware of the battle raging within her sister as she fought to control her desire. Adira gasped audibly at the quick transformation of Kendra’s eyes. The blue orbs looked fiery and tinged with gold. It wasn't just Kendra anymore, but her wolf as well. The hunger she glimpsed in her sister’s eyes sparked a flame of desire between Adir
It has been a hard week for Jake. He hasn’t spoken to Adira in the past few days. After their altercation in front of the blonde’s room, they kept their distance. Their friends have tried to find out what is happening between the couples, but neither is talking. Jake isn’t the only one having a nightmarish week; Adira is going through her own for a different reason. Kendra’s confinement has taken its toll on the blonde. Over the past few days, she had operated most days absentmindedly, her heart aching and longing for her sister. Most attributed her vacant stares and loss of concentration to the friction between her and Jake, but honestly, the blonde hardly gave the boy a second thought. Harsh, yes, but Adira couldn’t help who her heart longs for. She has been using her fingers to count the days until her sister is free again, until she can be in her arms, until she makes love to her again. Never in her eighteen years of existence has the blonde longed for another’s touch like sh
Outside Adira’s room, Jake stood with the blonde with a closed-off expression, his arms folded across his chest, his stance rigid. He looked as if prepared for a fight. His confrontational stance confused the pair of green eyes watching him. Adira doesn’t know what is responsible for Jake’s sudden hostility towards her. The boy has always been mild-mannered, especially when it came to her. “What is going on with you?” She asked curiously, with a hint of concern in her voice. Jake’s tall frame quaked with renewed fury at Adira’s question. The blonde is supposed to know. That he has to spell out what is wrong between them annoys the hell out of him. Instead of answering Adira’s question, he fires his own. “Do you not love me anymore?” Despite his hardened expression, his shaky voice betrayed his inner vulnerability. This is his innermost fear: Losing the blonde’s love, and with everything that happened these past few weeks, he believes the blonde to be losing interest in him, and f
“Meredith!” Adira called out as soon as she cleared the corner leading into the living room, her concerned green eyes searching for her best friend. Meredith springs out of the Luna's grasp and launches herself at Adira at the sound of her name from a voice she has been longing to hear. Today has been a day of confusion and pain, and she does not know how to deal with the pain. It hurts so much. Adira braced herself in time to catch the blonde, her heart going out to her best friend. “I have got you, baby,” she whispers tenderly to the blonde, her hand rubbing gently at her back in comfort. The Luna felt glad to see her youngest. She was at a loss for how to console her daughter’s best friend. No child should experience the loss of a parent. Kendra's eyes flickered briefly in Adira’s direction, and as if Adira was expecting her to look, she looked toward Kendra as well. Their eyes met and held briefly before moving away. “So what are we going to do?” Alpha Conor asked loudly,
When Kendra and Adira arrived at the Pack house, they found a group of their people gathered in the front yard, most of them sad. They stepped down from the car and approached the crowd, confused. The tense, mournful atmosphere made the two women feel anxious, though Kendra was better at hiding her feelings. The brunette lightly touched her sister’s back to get her attention. The blonde looked at her, her green eyes filled with questions. Kendra wanted to pull her into her arms and assure her that everything was going to be alright, but she didn’t even know what was going on. She needed to find answers. “I need to find our father,” she said to the blonde, her voice soft. Adira nods. “I will go find my friends.” The sisters exchanged tender looks before parting ways. Kendra walked into the Pack house, where she knew their parents would be, while Adira waded through the crowd of onlookers looking for her friends. It didn’t take long for her to find them, or
Kendra climbed on top of her queen-sized bed, the purple dildo between her legs dangling as she moved. She knelt beside Adira’s prone figure and watched her closely, her eyes searching for any hint of nervousness. Despite not finding such expression in the green eyes that watched her hungrily, the brunette still wanted to confirm with words that her sister was not nervous about what she was going to do. This is new territory for both of them, and Kendra would like the blonde to be comfortable with it before she proceeds. “Are you nervous?” She questions softly, her voice tinged with love and tenderness. Adira quickly shakes her head. She was, but she was trying to be brave for her sister. She didn’t want her sister to think she was not adventurous in bed. Kendra laughs softly, seeing through Adira’s response. “It is perfectly okay to be nervous,” she reassures the blonde. Adira blushes at being called out, but opens her arms to receive her sister as she leans over h
“Wow! Your house is beautiful,” Adira comments as Kendra leads her into her apartment. “Thank you,” Kendra responds in a husky tone, a smoldering look in her eyes as she cages Adira in. It took Adira a second to understand what was going on. “What are you doing, Ken?” She asks, puzzled as her sister moves in her direction, a type of look in her eyes. Kendra doesn’t think what she wants to do needs an explanation. It is all in her eyes. She smirks at her sister as she closes the gap between them. Adira’s green eyes widened slightly as she got what was about to happen. Even as her body reacts with desire to the lust burning in her sister’s eyes, she steps back from Kendra, like a prey trying to escape the predator in the jungle. Kendra's eyes grew hungrier at the cat and mouse game. She continues to move until her sister’s back hits the wall. You have nowhere else to, she purrs in a sexy drawl that draws a shiver from Adira. Adira says nothing, but instead star
Kendra’s cheeks burned from the hot slap she received from Kamara. She raised her hand to rub her throbbing cheek, her eyes cast downwards, while Kamara stood before her, panting from fury. Kamara can’t believe she raised a hand on someone. She isn’t a violent person, but seeing her dark-haired girlfriend kissing another woman, a girl, for that matter, breaks something inside her, and she wants to lash out. Kendra raises her face to stare into Kamara’s furious brown eyes. “I will give you that because I deserve it, but don’t ever raise your hand to me again,” Kendra warned seriously, even though her expression remained calm. Kamara felt bad, but her fury burned higher when Kendra acted as if she was doing her a favour instead of apologizing. The brunette scoffed, a sound full of mockery and anger, before she turned and walked back to her desk. She didn’t have the words to explain the emotions churning inside her right now. Kendra sighed, feeling like she was handling
Kendra has been so caught up in handling the issues that she forgot about Kamara, her girlfriend and work colleague. She and Kamara have been dating for six months now. Nothing serious, at least on Kendra’s part, though the brunette might have a different idea. She and Kamara met on a case. The lawyer was working on a high-profile case and needed a paralegal to help her since hers was on maternity leave. The partners tasked Kendra to help the Latino woman. The first moment they met, Kendra felt attracted to the attractive lawyer, and one night while working late, she took a shot. She didn’t believe she would score because the lawyer had appeared straight, but when she kissed the brunette by her desk that night, she shocked her by reciprocating. Kendra fucked her on her desk that night, and laterwards, the brunette admitted to being attracted to Kendra as well. It was supposed to be a one-night thing, but they found themselves fucking each time they were within two
“You know, not saying anything to me isn’t going to help you. It is just you wasting my time and yours, more yours than mine. At least I get paid either way,” the therapist jokes, but Kendra watches her flatly. The older woman's smile dries off her face, and she writes something down. She crosses her legs and uncrosses them. She has been a therapist for twenty years, and in all her years of practice, no client has disconcerted her like the young woman in front of her. She usually has the power in the room, but right now, she feels like a rat under a microscope. Those icy blue eyes sure burn like a laser beam. Kender smirked inwardly, watching the therapist squirm. The woman fights so hard to appear in control that she looks as if she has a stick up her ass. “You know I don’t bite, right?” She smirked at the auburn-haired woman. “That is not what I have heard,” the older woman blurts out, then blushes when she realizes how her words sounded. The younger woman across