LOGINI feel like prey about to be devoured. Even from a distance, I can sense him-following me, hunting me-his hands just waiting to end my life as if nothing else mattered.I lean back against the trunk of a tree, hoping for something- a sign, an escape, a solution. I lift my gaze, and all I see are the subtle, dry whispers of the wind slipping through the leaves. Above them, the sky looks smooth, open, so alive it feels like it's breathing."Come with me," a soft voice calls from behind, pulling me out of my thoughts."Who are you?" I ask, lowering my eyes.Suddenly, a very pale woman appears, her long blonde hair as wild and curled as sea foam."There's a way out. Come," she murmurs, extending her hand.I have no other choice, so I obey. She looks far too healthy to be lost, and her clothes are pristine-much too perfect for someone living in the middle of nowhere. Everything about her is strange.We leave the clearing and step into some dry underbrush. We pass close to a river, and in t
"We're leaving now, Estela!" Sam shouts, so furious it feels like the windowpanes themselves might tremble."Shhh, did you hear that? If you don't take the deal, well... you'll see a new she-wolf behind bars.""Hunters can't interfere on wolf territory. It's part of the treaty. How dare you?" Sam growls, stopping abruptly at the door. He clearly hates the idea, but he knows he has to hear it."What's the deal?" he finally asks."Come here. Dan will explain," James mutters, a wrinkled piece of paper crushed between his fingers.Sam snatches it from his hand, gives him a murderous glare, and storms off-about as angry as a man can be without combusting.I follow him without saying a word, silent, head down, more anxious than before.We get into the car as if the entire world had just vanished. Sam unfolds the paper with pure contempt, scans it, frowns deeply, and tosses it out the window.He spins the wheel twice, curses sharply, and parks behind a small trash container."It's over there
"G-good afternoon, I...," I stutter like an idiot, intimidated by her black briefcase."Sam, did you bring the documents?" she asks, turning sharply toward him.Sam nods, hurries to the table, and indeed brings the folder. Apparently he had been making those mysterious calls, and I have no idea when he took the documents from Liam."Alright, give me until tomorrow. I'll call you both," Mónica smiles, standing with the documents still in hand.She arrived in a rush, without a pause, and just as quickly disappeared without another word. I sit there, distracted, watching her leave so fast, abandoning us with doubts in our hearts and confusion in our souls."Don't worry, Tela-she's like that. Mónica is a bit absent-minded and always in a hurry, but she's the best. If anyone can help us, it's her," Sam says, his sweet and calm tone easing my heart instantly."Let's have lunch, Tela. This afternoon we're going somewhere," Sam says, walking to the kitchen as he rolls up his sleeves."I'm not
My heart races as I wait for her answer. My hands are sweating, and the impatience makes me nauseous."He doesn't exist, Sam," Natali blurts out, just like that."I'm not pregnant. I'm really sorry I lied," she adds through sobs."I know, Natali. I was always careful, remember?" Sam says, his voice so loud it sounds like it's tearing his throat apart.I hear more murmuring, then a dark silence, followed by short footsteps and a strong hand pushing the door.It almost hits me, but luckily I'm faster, already sitting at the computer working as I should."Like I told you! She's not even pregnant," Sam says, not looking at me, but his voice radiates peace and relief."I'm glad, Sam," I tell him, proud.My soul settles, and a sudden calm washes over me. Then desperate knocks crash against the door."Estela Bridge, come with me!" an angry voice orders as the door swings open."What's going on, Liam?" Sam asks, peeking from behind the computer screen.Liam is the company's Chief Financial Of
He takes a moment to put on protection, then lets his hand trail slowly between my thighs with deliberate care. The roughness of his fingertips makes my breathing turn unsteady, and my mind sinks completely into the world of warmth and desire he creates around me. When he finally enters me, he does it with a soft, controlled motion that steals the air from my lungs.A quiet sound escapes me-half sigh, half moan. The more my hips respond to him, the more his perfectly measured movements grow in intensity. My legs tremble, heat gathers under my skin, and sweat begins to trace slow paths along my body until I can't hold on any longer."Sam... I'm... I'm close-faster..." I whisper through a shuddering breath, unable to contain the pleasure swelling inside me.A heartbeat later, I feel him tense against me, his own release following mine as he holds me tightly.We collapse onto the bed, breathless. His chest rises and falls with the remnants of excitement, his eyes unfocused as he stares a
"I… I don’t know Mark, I don’t feel up to…""Oh no!...I’m not in a hurry, you know?, I love spaghetti, sometimes I like to savor them more, without rush, very slowly, but when I take them out of the oven they’re boiling, do you think I can enjoy them like that?"—Mark interrupts me in a sarcastic tone, ending with a doubtful and obvious tone."I don’t think so"—I reply pretending not to understand where he wants to go."Of course not, so you know what I do?, I wait, so patiently that when they’re cold, I feel the sauce sliding through my fingers and strip the flour off the spaghetti, I love to get every last bit"—he concludes with his typical stare fixed on me.I swallow dry, my heart races and as always I say nothing, luckily a “click” sounds and we arrive."Well, we’ve arrived, shall I take you?"—Mark asks looking at my suitcase."No, thank you"—I respond politely with the obvious question in my head of «how will I manage to carry my suitcase to the apartment?»When we step out Mark
All eyes turn toward the door, and the figure standing in the doorway looks like an eclipse-the light hides their body, and I can only make out a faint shadow."We're coming, Mark!" Sam calls, exhaling all the air he had built up during our argument.I freeze. What was Mark doing here?The thought
Sam's words echo in my mind like a lost sound bouncing between mountains. I feel awful even thinking about agreeing, and yet... a bit of fresh air wouldn't hurt.Suddenly, a faint, hazy light filters through the tall windows set into the marble walls. It reflects off the wooden curtain rods and bat
The arrival at the city's main hospital is quick and unsettling. Sam keeps his lips sealed and doesn't say a single word. He walks ahead of me through endless hallways crowded with nurses, sick patients, and an overwhelming stench of anesthesia.From a snow-white door, Natali appears. Her hair is a
"Sam, did you find us?" Mark stammers, clearing his throat."What the hell is going on?" Sam asks, his tone hardening as he stares straight at me.I avoid his words, lowering my gaze. I'm angry enough not to look at him-but ashamed enough that I can't even answer."I said, what's going on? ... Are







