If there was anything I despised more than the weekly pack meetings, it was having this sort of discussion with my dad as we are having now.
But he didn't seem to notice my obvious discomfort and disinterest, as he talked on and on about the rival species in the city
Sigh
I watched him, trying to show him my mood which screamed 'bored' on my face, but no luck in getting him to see that I was no way interested in hearing about how evil the Lycans were.
He was barely looking at my face, hands all waving as he placed round his huge room.
When I heard from his Beta that he was calling me, I had thought that he wanted to at least wish me a happy birthday for once, not for me to sit one hour listening to this.
"Dad," I called out finally, interrupting him before he could launch into a popular story of how the Lycans caused the death of my mother.
He paused to stare at me.
"You know this is ridiculous right? I mean, we are all almost the same species. Why the long feud?" I asked, and his brows creased.
"That does not make them one of us, Lora. Not by any chance" He growled and I rolled my eyes.
"Technically it does dad"
"Lola, can you listen—--"
"You know what dad?" I have had enough. "I get it. I really do. Lycans? Total evil. Not like there's any way I can communicate with them, seeing as I'm a prisoner in my own father's house. Can I go to my room now? I have something important to do" I said, getting up from the bed and heading to the door without waiting for his reply.
When I got to the door, I placed my hand on the knob and turned back to look at him.
"I was actually hoping that for once, you would remember and wish me a happy birthday." I whispered watching his hard face. But he didn't even twitch an eye. His face remained hard as he stared back at me.
"Right," I nodded and left the room.
As I walked the short distance between his room and mine, I didn't even bother to stop and stare around the compound like I used to.
I saw two ladies whispering in hushed tones, and they stopped immediately when they saw me.
Again, I don't even care.
"Good Morning Lora," They both whispered, bowing a little and I completely ignored them.
Fucking hypocrites. I mutter under my breath, knowing that they could hear me. I could smell their animosity from a mile away. Why try to put up a good face when they know that I can easily Smell out their feelings? Bitches.
I got to my room and locked my door tight.
But before I could go to my reading table, a package on my bed caught my eyes. A wrapped box with a pink ribbon.
A birthday present?
But my instincts shot up immediately and somehow, I already knew what it was.
I opened up the box quickly and wasn't even surprised when I saw the content. Nor did I bother to think how it got here, since my door was always locked.
But this shit was really starting to get me worried.
I picked up my picture in the box that had blood splattered over it and frowned, as I looked at the picture of me smiling at something, wearing an orange polo.
This picture was taken yesterday in the market. I had sneaked out to get a book for myself, and didn't seem to notice that there
was someone following me
This should be the fifth I'm receiving in two weeks.
The question is why?
Why was someone threatening my life?
At first, I thought it was the Lycans. But I had sniffed the letters the first three times, and even though the culprit was masking their scents in some way, I could still smell the Wolf on it.
I turned the picture over and saw a note scripted on it.
"Watch your back Lora. We are coming for you soon. Mark these words. And when we do, nothing can save you. Not even your dad, and not even your strength."
But why would someone in my pack be coming after me?
I mean, they had always had a thing against me. A thing I don't know, and stopped caring about a long time ago.
But has it gotten to the point of wanting to take me out?
I placed the picture back inside the box and sat on the box, trying My best to ignore the shiver down my spine. But I can't exactly ignore this imposing danger.
No
I need help. But who exactly could I turn to at this point?
Definitely nobody in the pack, because I don't even know who was behind this. Anyone could be responsible for this, and I can't even go to my dad.
Which leaves just one option on the table.
"Oh, hell no, Lora," I whispered. How did I even think of that?
Trying hard to wave it off, I went to my reading table and picked up the book I bought yesterday.
But even as I glanced through the words, the thought kept ringing in my head over and over again.
My wolf could be stubborn when she puts her mind to it.
But why is she even bringing this up, or thinking about it?
"There has to be another solution. This absurd" I whispered again.
"Danger!!" The word rang loud in my mind and angrily and Said that word again.
What the heck?
I don't even know how much danger I'm in, but once shanty becomes insistent about something, it's never good. And that scares me more than anything.
This situation is much Worse than I thought. I flinched again when the same word kept ringing in my head.
"This is very ridiculous." I whisper again.
"How's that even going to be possible?"
How on earth does a werewolf go to ask for help from Lycans?
Number one, my father would kill me if he heard that. And I can't even get out of the house without his guards following me around, though I managed to yesterday.
Number two, there's no way the Lycans would agree to help me out. Especially if they know who I am, where I come from. They would kill me on the spot.
How on earth does this make sense?
But my shanty was adamant.
"Lycans…help. Lycans ...help"
Hell, if my wolf says so, I guess that's what I'm left with.
The fact she's suggesting it means she's seen that there's a possibility.
Now I guess I'm going to be asking the enemy for help.
Fuck me very much.
Getting past the guards was not all that difficult, mostly because they were in a pack meeting with my dad, and no one would actually be expecting me to sneak out in the middle of the day.The city was buzzing with lots of activities. People selling, getting to work’ etcetera, etceteraI’ve always loved this so much. Watching every one, how busy it gets, lots of people associating and interacting with each other. And it's always being a joy to explore. But that has become near impossible since my mum died and my dad decided that I should be a prisoner in my own father’s house.Princess my ass.I waited by the road, my hoodie cap over my head and eyes covered with a huge sunscreen as a disguise.I flagged a black taxi, and told the driver where I was going.“Roger that ma’am” the man replied and I breathed a sigh of relief when I got in and noticed he was a human.With where I am going, a werewolf would get suspicious.“Buckle your seatbelt Dorothy.” The driver said and I chuckled.The
I followed Jane inside a building, and we took the stairs to the second floor where she led me to a brightly colored huge sitting room.This does not look like a sitting room though, if my guess is right I'd bet that it is a meeting room for the pack. There were about ten white cushions arranged beautifully around the room, and a glass table. The moment I stepped into the room, the smell of Lycans hit my nose hard, and surprisingly it was not as bad as I thought it would be. Considering the way my dad described how horrible their stench was.“Take a seat and wait for me here.” Jane instructed and went outside leaving me alone to explore the room.This sitting room was very huge and beautiful, the yellow colors on the wall exuded warmth, a direct opposite of ours which was painted white with black furniture.The roof was beautifully decorated with tiny lights. Whoever was in charge of this design did a very good job, to be honest.A large frame over the fireplace drew my attention and
I turned to stare at Jane who was obviously as shocked as I was, hell everyone in the room was shocked except Lock who was just grinning ear to ear.“What just happened?” Max asked, staring at the guy, my mate…. who hadn't said a single word, but was just staring at me with a blank expression?“Blake just found his mate,” Jared said, almost sounding amused, and Blake glared at him, but still didn’t say a word.“That is impossible,” Sarah muttered. “She is a werewolf. Lycans cannot mate with wolves. It does not happen.”“Actually, it does” Lock interrupted “it happens but it's very very rare.”“But Blake can’t mate with a werewolf, it can’t be.” Sarah sputtered again, staring at me with hatred but I couldn't care less.“Who are you to decide who he can or cannot mate with?” Jane snapped.They did not seem top like Sarah too much.Sarah looked around the room in shock and stood up to approach Blake, “Blake honey, please tell them that this is ridiculous. It can’t be” she said and touche
Blake’s POV“This is very ridiculous,” Sarah sputtered, face red with rage, and I can’t believe that you are actually supporting this to begin with.”Lock bared his teeth and she paled immediately.Sarah knew better than to snap at Lock. “C’mon Blake, you have to do something about this. She is a werewolf for God sake. You can’t be mates with a freaking wolf”Honestly the only thing I wanted to do right now was go lay down my head and rest or sleep. But obviously Sarah was having none of that. The idea of me having a werewolf mate seems to upset her more than it worries me, the victim.I do understand her perfectly. This is a very unusual turn of events. We are Lycans. We don’t talk with werewolves, talk more become mates with them.Then how the fuck did this werewolf…. a breath takingly beautiful one at that…. waltz into our corner, looking so fucking helpless and calling out to me soul?What trick was the mother goddess trying to play on me right now?“I will think about this later,
I took a deep breath as I approached my room, my heart was heavy with disappointment and anger even after the lovely long ride by the human who could not stop ranting about his grandma and her cookies.Were all human parrots or what?But as I drew near to my room, my heart picked up another pace. Perceiving my dad’s scent from my room, I instantly knew that I was about to face another challenge. How was I supposed to explain my whereabouts to him?With a deep breath and self-reminder of my adulthood I pushed open the door and tried not to wince when I saw him, sitting on my bed, legs crossed and face hard. He looked stern and imposing, with his arms crossed and his expression unyielding."Where have you been?" he demanded.I hesitated for a moment, walking over to my desk to drop my purse and remove my jewelry. Then I took a deep breath to calm my nerves and forced a smile, "I went to see a friend."My father's eyes narrowed. "You don't have any friends," he said coldly.I bit my l
“Come on, open up wider,” My heart was beating very fast, increasing with each passing second, with every touch of the man standing very naked before me.I did as he asked. Really how could I not? I was on fire.Every inch of my skin was burning up right under his touch.With a little gasp, I opened my legs a little bit wider, anticipating, oh Good Lord, anticipating his touch.His finger trailed very slowly down my stomach to my waist and I held my breath, feeling like I could explode any moment from now.“You are so hot…” He whispered into my ear and bit my earlobe.That feels good. I thought with a moan. Everything he does feels good.At this point I was already past reasoning.All I could think about was this fire that I needed him to quench so badly.I could feel wetness gathering between my legs rapidly and he had not really touched me yet.Damn….“You like this huh? You are enjoying it aren’t you? “Did he need to ask? I wanted to scream that he should just touch me. Stop th
The next day was not all sunshine either, to be very honest. After Blake’s incident I had tried as much as I could to get some sleep before daybreak, trying to ignore the horniness and the pain brought by this blatant request.But all were to no single avail. And by the time day broke, and the first light of the day streaked into my room, I already had a severe headache.Mother fucker.I groaned as I got up from the bed and went straight to the bathroom.After long minutes of soaking myself in a cold bath and washing my hair I was already feeling much better with energy renewed for the day.I still had lots of things in mind to take care of, and my own problems to handle which seems to keep piling up every day.First the threats, then my mating dilemma now, my mate wants to reject me and render me useless for life.And to think that I never did anything wrong to deserve all these.SighA knock on my door interrupted my thoughts and I groaned in frustration. I honestly did not want an
LOLA’S POVDamn it.I stormed into my room, my heart racing, anger burning in me. I slammed the door shut behind me, relishing the loud thud it made as it hit the frame. I couldn't believe it. How could he?How could he disrespect my mother this way?It was not fair; no, it was not.How could he just give Yvonne what was rightfully my mother’s?And this would mean a lot of things.The leadership would not be my family’s anymore.My maternal grandmother was the Luna, and so was my mother. The next should be mine. Marrying Yvonne could mean that the leadership would be shifted to merchildren not mine.Not that I really cared about being the Luna of the pack…I did not. But that does not mean I'll comfortably let my legacy and right be stripped away from me like that.I clutched the plate of bread tightly in my hand, my knuckles turning white with the force of my grip. How could he do this to me? How could he so callously betray my mother's memory like this?I paced back and forth, my