Savannah was standing next to her friends, who were talking about the movie and brands. But she seemed happy with the fact she got to meet Amor Volkov. Her eyes scanned Amor, who was still busy with his friends and his girlfriend, making her cringe a bit. As people know, he was kind and intelligent, but Savannah’s thoughts differed. He might be a good man, but is he good in bed? A thought crossed her mind, making her lips twirl up. Whenever she thinks of her partner, she always falls for bad guys. Not that she did it intentionally, but she wanted a man who could push her limits and protect her heart. Amor Volkov seems nice, but he couldn’t fit the criteria of becoming Savannah’s desired daddy who could ride her like a dominant. She had these burning desires lapping up since she had entered puberty. Call it her craving or the restriction her aunt kept on her that was driving her crazy. Like other girls, she wanted to explore every part of her body. Her focus shifted to his hand, slidi
Nathan came and sat next to Amor and Shabi, who were silently savoring drinks. “She knows,” he whispered. Amor’s eyes lifted at Nathan’s pale face, skimming the urgency he wanted to recite. “What?” Amor asked casually, as it didn’t matter what his beautiful friend had discovered in this house. Nathan scanned his brother’s gaze, still questioning him to explain the uncertainty. “I am talking about Savannah.” “What about her?” Shabi added. “She had a feeling. Someone following her.” Amor heaved a low breath. “Every girl her age feels the same way, being followed by a stalker. Turns out he was none other than the boy next door.” He chuckled. Shabi laughed too, but Nathan’s lips didn’t spread to encourage their joke. “I am serious. Savannah mentioned she saw someone on full moon day.” “In... campus.” Amor sniffed the doubt in the air. “What do you mean?” “Someone seized her in the auditorium. His eyes were red, and more like his figure matches the painting.” Amor bit his lips,
“How’s everything? Did you make any friends besides Nathan?” Sheila placed her perfectly baked cookies in front of Savannah, observing her smile. “Well, how would you like if I say I met his elder brother, Amor Volkov?” Savannah’s excitement churned, and she couldn’t stop giggling and thinking about Amor. “The Amor Volkov,” Sheila repeated under her breath and was amazed to know Nathan was his younger brother. “Yes,” Mark scrutinized Sheila. “That’s good; how was it?” Sheila asked, but she heard Mark mentioning something through the mind link. Amor Volkov, I heard he is the alpha. A werewolf. “I accidentally entered his room, and it was...” Savannah was busy blubbering everything while Sheila answered. Does he know anything about Savannah? I am scared, Mark. How come she landed in his mansion? Calm down; Savi doesn’t have a wolf, remember? We made sure of it. And how she explains Nathan invited her to his parent’s anniversary along with her friends. Does he know about us?
MONDAY MORNINGAsher gathered all the information about Jenny and her family nursing Octavio’s hunger. He informed neither Jenny’s family nor Jenny had ever encountered the information of werewolf existence. She was a tech nerd who liked to tap on dark pages to get knowledge, which dragged their focus onto her. But Octavio couldn’t sleep as the churning thoughts questioned him constantly. If none of them were werewolves, where did they get the paramour symbol? The thirst to find the paramour ignited more than ever. “Did you search her house?” Octavio commanded Asher.“Yes, we did. And nothing comes out.” “What about Mark and Sheila?”“Well, it was hard, but I let our men enter their house disguised as pest control people,” Asher added, holding the mark printout in his hand.Octavio drove towards the university, and none of this made sense to him.“We found nothing except the fact they are wolves.”Octavio bit his tongue as his eyes landed on the crowd of youngsters chirping and enjo
Amor was sitting in the office contemplating the thoughts of this new unseen enemy. Till now, he fought big, bad wolves and trained to smash their head, but this new enemy was not what he expected it to be.When a wolf knows his enemy, they know when and where to attack his weak point, but when there is an unknown enemy, a wolf can only read the danger sign left by him.Amor visited where Octavio’s man slaughtered the entire pack and left no she-wolves. From the sight in front of his eyes, he could understand that death danced well before taking those poor souls with it.With the elders of his pack coming together, they summoned every pack member and alerted them of this unpleasant news. These mountains were their home, and from now, every wolf needed to turn into this territory where other members could protect them.Precautions are better than cures. But something still suffocated Amor’s mind. The enemy was here, and he couldn’t find him. His beta Jasper and Shabi entered the room,
The window howled viciously with the breezy December air when Amor slid the glass to show himself at the campus guard. The guard greeted Amor and let him enter the metallic door of the University campus. The thunder barraged through the sky, revealing the dark, haunted mountain- secrets. Amor kept his senses vigilant to grab a single clue to hunt his enemy down. These mountains are his home, his territory, and he would allow no outsider to come and display his claim. It was late evening, and most of the students were already in their rooms except a few who strolled in this chilly weather. He checked his wrist’s perimeter and glanced at the two-pointers. It was already ten. The weather seems courageous enough to stop him from going to her dorm, but he looks firm enough to crash all the attempts to stop him. What’s so special about this girl, he asked himself, and a smile tugged up on his lips, thinking, not just her beauty but her brain. She seems like a delicate flower where every b
Inquisitor Amor strolled back to his vehicle; something was off. Either she hid something or didn’t realize some unexpected things trawled her. He fished out his phone and pulled out Jasper’s number to dial. His eyes landed on the door of his car, where a claw mark was waiting for him to get confirmation of someone’s presence.His jaw clenched in reflex, and finger pads caressed the metallic peels.“Hello, Amor.” Jasper jeered.“Somebody is here,” Amor replied in a lower tone.“What? Where are you?”“I think he is keeping a close eye on her,” Amor replied calmly, but the air brought a pungent smell, pulling his senses in that direction. “I will call you back.” He threw the phone on the front seat and looked around to see if someone was watching him. He was the man who worked on his instincts, and these continued alarming his senses, wanting him desperately to look into the folds of woods and find the one.He spun close to the bushes, took off his clothes in a blink of an eye, and fol
Savannah’s lips stuttered. It was not a dream.He was real. But how come he was sleeping in her bed, penalizing her by sucking her lips like this?“Come here,” his dominant voice, letting her remind she has no power now. It’s just the mercy she could ask from her tormentor.“Are you going to hurt me?” Leaning close to his chest, she pulsated her sobs.“Yes,”“What did I do wrong?” His musky, earthy scent filled her nostrils.“You allowed someone to touch you. You shouldn’t have done that.” She gazed at his silhouette, only to see a pair of blue eyes lighting in the dark.“No one touched me.” She jeered.“Yes, he did. He kissed your cheeks.” How come he knows Amor pecked her cheeks? Is he really a ghost who lives in her room?What should she do to inform him it was not her fault, and when did she become his property? She needs to take a stand and make him feel she is not a property; she has an individual identity and has the same freedom as other girls to choose whom she would want to