I was avoiding Zavion since that incident. I wasn’t able to meet his eyes. The way I had responded to his touch was embarrassing. For him, I was his brother’s mate. Now I must have become a woman with no morals in his eyes. But then again, he should have also not made a move on me. We both were wrong, I guess. He also appeared to have realised the mistake and didn’t approach me again. I was still not sure why he kissed me that night. It can’t be the matebond as it had ceased to exist the moment I let go of my wolf. Celine was in a deep slumber right now. Honestly, his intensity had rendered me speechless. He reminded me of my mate who had consumed me whole on our first night. His touch had set my skin on fire. Perhaps, it was his wolf that had him lose his control. His alpha instincts are not easy to deceive. They are the sharpest. His wolf might have sensed something odd and was now urging him on. I had to be very careful around him. “Mumma,” I looked up at my girl who was ridin
I looked back at the dress both astounded and confused. Why did he keep it there? Does he want me to choose it? “I got one for you?” Aaron approached me, holding a gray sequin dress with wide straps. The color was strikingly similar to Zavion’s eyes. But yet much less striking than his eyes. I gave him a smile in return and put the gown over the hanger to hold the dress. It was pretty no doubt. “Go, try this,” Aaron insisted and gently guided me towards the trial room with my shoulders. He was acting every bit of a loving mate. No one could guess that he was faking it. I couldn’t help but wonder why he was doing this? What was his reason for not bringing his real mate to his family. I had seen his real mate’s photo on his phone. She is gorgeous. He had said that his family would never agree to their bond but as far as I have gathered, his family is cool. I went inside the trial room and put the dress on. The skirt was A-line and reached till my knee. Fixing the straps, I looked
I combed my fingers through my hair and smoothed a hand down my top. I let out a deep exhale and raised my fist to knock on the door. I paused and bit my lip pondering if I should just drop it and turn around. But then I decided against it and knocked three times on the door. “Come in,” A dart of nervousness ran though my body when I heard the deep rumble of his voice. I momentarily fiddled with the velvet box before grabbing the knob and spinning it open. Silence greeted me as I opened the door and stepped in. He glanced up from his laptop to look at me. My nerves pulled tense. Meeting his eyes is one of the most dangerous challenges I have taken. Whereas I was sure my face was wearing a comical expression, he was all calm and composed, even looked bored as he waited for me to speak. When he arched up his one brow, I realised I was staring at him for far too long. I immediately looked away from him and cleared my throat. Very awkwardly, under his unnerving gaze I lifted the dress
ZavionI swear this irrational attraction is going to be my undoing. I have never craved anyone as much as I crave her between my sheets, moaning and sweating under my body as I fuck her to oblivion. Fuck it! I have been fantasizing about her non-stop since the day I saw her. She has occupied my mind thoroughly. And there is no shit I can do about it. Evangelina- this name was now etched into my brain. But this is wromg. She is forbidden. I was going to claim Esme as my mate in a few days. I shouldn’t crave another woman right now. I am many things. I am a vicious killer, a ruthless monster, a downright sadist but what I am not is a disloyal prick. Even though we are mating for our packs’ sake, I still wanted to bring some honor to our bond. But this woman has me breaking my own rules. I glanced over the gifts she had thrown at the couch. Exhaing a sigh I made my way towards it. I picked the dress and brought it near my nose. I closed my eyes and breathed her scent off the dress.
EvangelinaIt is a shame how we let rumors cloud our opinion of something. Five years ago, I was convinced that Zavion’s pack was full of insensitive, barbarous, vicious wolves who destroy packs for pleasure. But how wrong I was. I had never met a pack this accommodating and warm. His atrocities and our elders led me to believe that his subjects must be monsters just like him. It’s cliche but the terror of his and his pack was so ghastly that mothers in our packs used to take their name to get their kids to behave. Now that I am here I realise, the Nightshade pack is just like any other pack, more developed than others and closer to nature. It is also true that I have received cold glares from some of them but most are cool here. “Are you drunk?” Nora queried, smiling knowingly. I won’t deny the world was spinning a little around me but nothing I can’t control. “Just a little tipsy,” I gestured with my fingers before throwing back the drink.“Slow down there. Our drinks are heav
His aura oozed menace and I couldn’t help but step back in fear. His gaze instantly darted to my retreating feet. Muscles along his jaw flicked angrily as he caught me widening distance between us. Goosebumps scattered along my arms when he brought his eyes back to mine. They were colder now, slightly disappointed, a lot angry. To my horror, he stepped forward. My heart beat a tattoo. I didn’t want him to come any closer. My instincts were yelling for him to stop but my mouth was sealed. I backed slowly away hoping he wouldn’t advance but he did. Our gaze remained locked together as he walked me backward and some more. Our little game went on for sometime until the murderer stalked over to me in one giant stride, erasing all distance between us in one swift motion. Right then, I had a mini heart attack. My eyes turned round and I gasped. I was tempted to shrink away but his unwavering gaze held me rigid in my spot. The stench of blood was nauseating as he stood impossibly closer,
“Who was it?” I asked as I gently massaged the back of his head. I don't know from where I got this confidence to enquire him but for some reason I was convinced that he will tell me. “My uncle,” his voice was a hoarse rumble. There was no emotion in his voice only exhaustion. My fingers froze as I processed what he just said. His uncle? His family. He killed his own kin. He was quick to sense the change in my behavior and raised his face to look at me. My expression must have clued him in as he promptly held my face in his large hands and stared meaningfully in my eyes. “He deserved it, Sugar plum. He was not a good man,” he used his most coaxing voice to convince me. The sincerity in his eyes urged me to believe him. He wanted me to believe him. He was seeking my approval and I had no idea why. I sighed and gave him a slight nod. I asked him to get me his shampoo as the shelf was set too high for my self. He grabbed the shampoo with ease and gave it to me. All
“Who are you?” he asked, entranced. This time his eyes were desperately searching mine for an answer. "What?" I asked through my closing throat. An unease begin to spead across my insides. Has he found out already? My question pulled him from his trance. A soft smile swept across his face and he kissed both the apples of my cheek. His hard muscles were pressed firmly against my front. We were drenched but still warm. He had engulfed me from all sides. I closed my eyes and let him trail his lips all over my face. I was still basking in the afterglow of my release. "Did you enjoy my tongue inside your pussy?" he hummed against my skin. I blushed hard. He was so shameless. He inched away to look at me. “Answer your alpha,” he playfully bit down on my lip and stretched it outward. Zavion was on top of me, held up only by his elbows. I couldn't speak. "Shy, huh?" amusement twinkled in his eyes. My legs were still spread wide and he was settled betwene them. I dropped my gaze.