LOGIN“So what are you waiting for?” It wasn't a question. It was meant to be out as a dare but instead it was a whimper of hunger and desire and I knew it.
With an animalistic growl, Kael wrapped his fingers around my neck flipping me against the wall in a swift motion before he slammed his lips on mine, in a mind numbing kiss. I was shaking. My hands, legs - entire body were shaking as Kael devoured my lips like a starving beast. His tongue slipped into my lips meeting mine in the most erotic and wet dance. My fingers dug into his head and my hips ached, desperately seeking him closer, yearning and craving for him to get closer. Goddess, I was dying, and mad with need. The need to be fucked, devoured by this man was worse than I had ever needed. Kael bit my lip and I moaned, clinging to him tighter. Dear goddess, this can't be me. I panted as he broke the kiss, and started pressing kisses into my neck as his hands wrapped around my plump Breasts, squeezing and moulding them over my pyjamas. This desperate woman, clinging tightly to a man, her hands roaming all over his body, tearing at his clothes in a mad need to get him naked, to feel his skin. This woman pressed her breast against hard palms. Surely this woman can't be me. But it was me, and for the love of heavens k wasn't ashamed. Every sense of morale, if right and wrong have quickly disappeared, replaced by a burning fire and the need to be touched, to be destroyed by this building heat. “I'm fucking so hard for you,” Kael growled and bit my neck. I threw my head back into the wall and moaned. I could also feel the dampness between my legs. His fingers quickly undid my shirt button and he threw it away and withdrew for a moment. His eyes darkened as he stared at my breast like a starving man staring at a feast. “Fuck!” He growled low in his chest, the sound like music to my ear and making me shiver. His hand cupped my breasts, and I moaned loudly again when his thumb started stroking my hard nipples simultaneously, sending jolts and jolts of heat through my whole body and down my core. “God I've missed these gorgeous breasts.” He murmured before his open lips covered one speckled nipple. I bit my lip so tightly to stop myself from moaning out loud as he hungrily sucked my nipples. I've missed this too. I've missed the maddening desire between us. The way he always touched me, and made me feel desired. It's been six long and awful months. Since he married my sister. Oh my God. I gasped. My dead sister. I was fucking around with my late sister's husband. And just like a splash of cold water, reality slammed me in the face and I froze. What on earth am I doing? Oh goddess, what am I doing? I frantically shoved Kael away from me with all the strength I could muster, and bent to pick up my shirt. “What?” Kael murmured, blinking rapidly and looking confused. I glared at him as I buttoned my shirt. “Do not what I, you bastard! Keep your fucking hands and even better - stay the hell away from me!” “I'm sorry, I ….” “I am too. For being so stupid and allowing weakness to take over my senses. That will never happen again, I swear by the heavens.” Kael inhaled sharply with a grimace, “you can only run from this for so long, Seraphina.” The way he said my name grated at my nerves and I took a step forward pointing my finger at my face. “You seem to be temporarily delusional Kael so let me try to clear that up. We were mates, barely six months ago! I did not fucking run! I loved you, gave you everything I was only for you to what? Discard me by the side when you were satisfied with all these and choose my sister.” His shoulders dropped but I wasn't done. “So now, your original choice is gone and you are up here all over again, expecting me to fly back into your arms once again like nothing happened? Like you didn't break my heart? NO!” I took a deep breath to calm my nerves but that didn't help. “So don't you dare tell me again that I'm running or what not! You were the one who ran, who threw away what I thought we had. I will never give you a chance to walk all over me like that again.” “I'm sorry Sera…” “I'm sure you are. Now get out of my room and do not bring this investigation crap to my hearings ever again!” “You cannot keep pushing me away.” “I can't? Try me Kael and you will see just what I can do. Out!” Fortunately for us both he didn't argue, and he quietly left the room. The breath I released once the door closed behind him was shaky and weak, just like my knees. What the fuck am I doing? And why would the goddess play around with my head like this by linking me to my Ex? What sort of fuckery was that? ༺༺♡♡༻༻ It was barely thirty minutes later when I heard movements outside and I got off my bed to check. Perhaps mother was finally up - or maybe it was my father. I went to the sitting room and saw the both of them, hurdled together on a sofa with a grim look on their faces. Anger rose like a bile in my chest as I looked at my father, biting down the urge to ask him where he has been since yesterday. But he was here and that should matter. “Hello mother, father.” I greeted them, slowly approaching them. My mother's eyes were red when she looked at me before quickly looking away. Had she spent all night crying? I felt bad for not going in to check on her last night but that was it. “How are you mother?” I asked again. She sighed deeply, “why wasn't it you?’ I froze as the words left her mouth, as she looked at me without an ounce of regret. “Faith…” dad warned but she brushed his hand away. “Thalia was our baby girl. My precious daughter. Why wasn't it you?!” Her words cut through me like sharp edges of a sword, and I blinked away the tears forming in my eyes. I'm not going to take it to heart. She's just grieving, that's it. “I'm very sorry mum. But I'm your daughter too and…” “Shut up! Shut your dirty mouth! You are no daughter of mine! You are nothing but a piece of dump who we made the mistake of taking in after the death of your parents. But you had brought nothing - nothing but bad luck to us and now my baby is gone.” I staggered back, again and again staring at her with my wife 's eyes. “What?” Surely she didn't mean any of that. She couldn't, could she? That's not true. No way is it true. “What do you mean?” “Calm down Faith.” “No! Do not tell her to calm down. What on earth do you mean!?” Father closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “This isn't the time or place for this,” he said and shot mother a glare, “but yes. You aren't our daughter, at least not biologically.” I inhaled sharply, the words sending shock waves through my body, “and who are my parents?” “Friends. But they were mysteriously murdered when you were barely a few weeks old and Sera…” I tilted my head waiting for him to finish. “The same way your sister was killed, cutting the marks - that was the exact same way we found your parents. Exactly with no differences.” My knees shook and suddenly the room started spinning over me. I didn't know what to say, so I just turned around ignoring my father's voice in the afternoon as he called out my name. Different thoughts flew through my mind at the same time different questions, but the winning ones were.. A: The couple who raised me were not even my parents. B: The same thing or person who killed Thalia was also responsible for my parent's death. My mind went back to the dream and vision from the day before and I shivered before picking up my phone and typing a text to Kael. If he's right, and there is something more, then I need to find it. Not just for me, but for my parents. I hit send, then read the message again, word by word. /I will work with you. I'll help you find out whatever it is you are looking for. But on one condition. You will have to reject me first./KENIA.I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t do anything but stand there, frozen, as Clark reached up and touched his face.The bond between us pulsed with his emotions. Resignation. Fear. And something that felt almost like relief, like he’d been carrying this secret for so long that revealing it was a weight lifted.His fingers found the edge of something I couldn’t see at first. And then he pulled.The skin came away in strips. I watched, horror rising in my throat, as he peeled away his face like it was a mask. No blood. No pain. Just the smooth, deliberate removal of what I had thought was real.Underneath was something else entirely.Gray skin, smooth and almost luminescent in the moonlight. No hair. No human features, just the approximation of a face with eyes that glowed faintly in the darkness. His entire form shifted as more of the human disguise fell away, revealing something ancient and wrong and utterly alien.My legs gave out. I hit the ground hard, my knees sin
CLARK.The week crawled by like a dying thing. I spent most of my time at the hospital, playing the role of the concerned son while my father lay unmoving in his bed. My mother barely left his side, surviving on coffee and false hope. The doctors came and went, their expressions growing more uncertain with each visit.“No change,” they said. “We’re monitoring him closely I sat through it all with practiced patience, offering my mother empty reassurances while my mind was elsewhere. At night, I returned to my mansion, to my secret lab where Gowen worked tirelessly on new formulas.“Master, you need to try this one,” the dwarf said on the third night, holding up a vial filled with liquid that shimmered like oil on water. “I’ve refined the compound. It should stabilize your form even better than the last batch.”I took it from his small hands and examined it. The liquid moved strangely inside the vial, almost alive. “What did you change?”“The molecular structure. I added an enzyme
CLARK.The hospital smelled like bleach and something else underneath, something organic and rotting that the chemicals couldn’t quite mask. I had always hated hospitals. Too many emotions concentrated in one place, too much pain and fear and grief swirling through the air like invisible smoke. I stood outside my father’s room, watching through the small window in the door. He lay on the bed, perfectly still, tubes running from his arms, machines beeping steadily beside him. His chest rose and fell with mechanical precision, kept alive by technology rather than any will of his own. My mother sat in a chair beside him, her hand wrapped around his. Her face was blotchy from crying, her eyes red and swollen. She looked smaller than usual, diminished somehow, like grief was physically crushing her.I felt nothing.The door opened and one of the doctors stepped out, nearly bumping into me. He was young, probably only a few years out of medical school, with the kind of eager competence
KENIA.The man I had cornered in the alley wasn’t a threat. At least, not to me. Walmer stood there with his arms crossed, his weathered face calm despite the fact that I had just tracked him down like prey. The afternoon sun caught the gray in his hair, making him look older than I remembered. But his posture was straight, his eyes alert. This was a wolf who’d seen battles, survived wars, and carried the weight of our pack’s history on his shoulders. “Walmer.” I said again, trying to keep my voice level. “You owe me a full explanation. Not just bits and pieces.”He nodded slowly, his expression unreadable. “Walk with me. Not here.”I glanced back toward the mall entrance where Jenny and Laura were probably getting impatient. But this was more important. I needed to understand what was happening, why someone from my pack was trailing me like I was some kind of target.“Fine,” I said. “But you have ten minutes. My friends are waiting.”“That’s all I need.” We walked deeper into the
KENIA. Monday morning came too fast. The alarm on my phone went off at six, dragging me out of a dream I couldn’t remember. I groaned and reached for it, squinting at the screen before shutting it off.“Turn that thing off,” Jenny mumbled from her bed, her face buried in her pillow.“I already did,” I said, stretching. My body felt heavy, like I hadn’t slept at all. Laura was already up, sitting at her desk with her laptop open, her hair tied in a messy bun.“You’re up early,” I said, rubbing my eyes.“Couldn’t sleep,” she replied without looking at me. “Figured I could get some studying done.”I didn’t push. Laura had been quieter than usual since the club incident, and I knew better than to pry when she wasn’t ready to talk. We all have been growing distant lately but none of us were ready to confront that. Just flowing with any energy the day brings. I refused to be the first to speak up.By seven, we were all dressed and heading to class. The campus was buzzing with students,
CLARK. The private jet arrived at the Earnshaw’s Mansion on Sunday morning, I came down with a cold aura, practically ignoring everyone who stood outside to welcome me. “Welcome home, young master.” The guards and the maids' voices echoed in unison. I didn’t spare them a glance and walked into the Sitting room. My mum and Dad were both waiting for me. Mum rushed towards me, pulling me into a warm hug. “Welcome home son.” She kissed my cheeks. “Thank you mum.” I said, trying to sound excited to be home. I pulled away from her, my gaze locked into my dad’s eyes. “Clark.”I fought the urge not to roll my eyes at his voice, “yes —dad.” “Can you see the way he’s replying me?.” Mr Earnshaw directed his flimsy question to mum. “Calm down darling. He just came back from school and is exhausted. Give him space to breathe.” Mrs Earnshaw cautioned her husband and took my arms. “Come son. I made all your favorite dishes .” She led me to the dining table. Different dishes were set







