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 wonât 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 sisterâs room. Jake paced like a caged animal as he and his friends waited for Adira to join them. Dylan sat at the driverâs 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. âI am soâĶâ 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. Nateâs face assumed the same color as his hair. âOf course,â he said shyly, letting the girl go like she was hot. She is hotâsomething every part of Nate acknowledges. The girl exudes unwavering confidence and seems to find Nate attractive as well. âGloria.â she stretched her hand to Nate. âN-Nate,â Nate stammered, shaking the girlâs 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. âDo you know what this is all about?â 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. âMum just told me to get dressed and that we are having dinner here.â 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. âDude, what is going on between you two?â 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. âHoney, what is wrong?â Luna Grace asked the question, which echoed in everyone's mind. âI am fine, Mum.â Adira flashed a teeth grin at her mother that didn't reach her eyes. âBut I need some fresh air.â 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 everyoneâs
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 Adiraâs 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 Kendraâs 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 sisterâs eyes sparked a flame of desire between Adir
Kendra relaxed back on the bed like a cat lazing under the afternoon sun as she listened to her sister converse with their mother. âWhere are you, Adira?â Luna Grace asked from the other side of the phone, her voice tinged with concern. Many eyes watched her intently, waiting to hear about the whereabouts of the Alpha familyâs youngest. Knowing her whereabouts could provide insight as to where the other kids disappeared. Neither the Alpha youngest nor her friends could be found in the dinner set in her honor, and her parents are worried and keen to know where their offspring jetted off to. Adira stole another look at her eldest sister, wondering if the brunette cared if their mother knew where she was. They were actually in the middle of something, and Adira would like to get back to it. âI am fine, Mum, don't worry about me.â She ended the call before her mother could say another word. âWhere is she?â Alpha Conor demanded as soon as his mate got off the phone. The older
Kendra stiffened at Adiraâs words, her back to the blonde. The word love terrifies the shit out of her. After losing her parents, Kendra vowed never to love anything in her life again. Yes, she cares about her sister, but love? She turned to face her sister, her expression icy cold. Adira returned Kendraâs cold regard with a brave one, her expression calm, even though her insides shook from nerves. She took a gamble, reminding her sister of her mumbling in her moment of lucidity to see how it went, and from what she could see, it wasn't going well. âLove?â Her sister was being utterly ruthless in covering her feelings. Adira couldn't read a damn thing, but she persevered. She nodded her head to Kendraâs question. "Are you saying you donât?" she teased with a straight face. Okay, now she is enjoying needling her sister, hoping for a reaction from her. Kendra raised a brow at her little sister, her eyes narrowing at the blonde, trying to figure out what she was up to
Jake was the last person Meredith expected to be standing on the other side of her door. Why the fuck did he come here when she looked a mess. From a young age, Meredithâs mother taught her that appearance was everything. She drummed it into her daughter's ears that no man should see her without makeup, and Meredith has diligently followed this teaching. She never left the house without makeup or dressed as if on her way to Oscar. Tonight was different. Her hair looked messy, her face stained with tears and makeup, her eyes slightly swollen. âJake!â Meredith gasped, sweeping her hand through her hair to straighten it up, not that it helped. âWhat areâĶ?â Meredithâs words trailed off as she noticed the state Jake was in. âWhat happened?â She took a step toward Jake, her face full of concern for the teenage boy, and her sorrows pushed back down to the pits of her mind. Jake didn't respond to Meredithâs question but stared at her with a smoldering gaze. The intensity o
It has been a hard week for Jake. He hasnât spoken to Adira in the past few days. After their altercation in front of the blondeâs room, they kept their distance. Their friends have tried to find out what is happening between the couples, but neither is talking. Jake isnât the only one having a nightmarish week; Adira is going through her own for a different reason. Kendraâs 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 couldnât 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 anotherâs touch like sh
Outside Adiraâs 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 doesnât know what is responsible for Jakeâs sudden hostility towards her. The boy has always been mild-mannered, especially when it came to her. âWhat is going on with you?â She asked curiously, with a hint of concern in her voice. Jakeâs tall frame quaked with renewed fury at Adiraâs 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 Adiraâs question, he fires his own. âDo you not love me anymore?â Despite his hardened expression, his shaky voice betrayed his inner vulnerability. This is his innermost fear: Losing the blondeâs love, and with everything that happened these past few weeks, he believes the blonde to be losing interest in him, and f
âMeredith!â 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. âI have got you, baby,â 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 daughterâs best friend. No child should experience the loss of a parent. Kendra's eyes flickered briefly in Adiraâs 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. âSo what are we going to do?â 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 sisterâs 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 didnât even know what was going on. She needed to find answers. âI need to find our father,â she said to the blonde, her voice soft. Adira nods. âI will go find my friends.â 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 didnât 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 Adiraâs 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. âAre you nervous?â 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 didnât want her sister to think she was not adventurous in bed. Kendra laughs softly, seeing through Adiraâs response. âIt is perfectly okay to be nervous,â she reassures the blonde. Adira blushes at being called out, but opens her arms to receive her sister as she leans over h
âWow! Your house is beautiful,â Adira comments as Kendra leads her into her apartment. âThank you,â 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. âWhat are you doing, Ken?â She asks, puzzled as her sister moves in her direction, a type of look in her eyes. Kendra doesnât 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. Adiraâs 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 sisterâs 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 sisterâs 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
Kendraâs 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 canât believe she raised a hand on someone. She isnât 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 Kamaraâs furious brown eyes. âI will give you that because I deserve it, but donât ever raise your hand to me again,â 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 didnât 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 Kendraâs 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 didnât 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
âYou know, not saying anything to me isnât going to help you. It is just you wasting my time and yours, more yours than mine. At least I get paid either way,â 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. âYou know I donât bite, right?â She smirked at the auburn-haired woman. âThat is not what I have heard,â the older woman blurts out, then blushes when she realizes how her words sounded. The younger woman across