LOGINCharisse“Stop the car!” I cried out at the farmer’s market beyond the window. The limousine came to a screeching halt, and Betty turned to me, eyes wide with consternation. “L-Luna Rox, you can’t be serious. We’ll be late for our meeting with the Blue Rock Alpha.” “I know.” I had thrown open the door and was stepping out. “Five minutes. Just five minutes.” “But—.” I didn’t hear the rest because I was already dashing towards the vegetable stall and the colourful gems resting peacefully on display. The closer I got, the fresh scent of earthy sweetness swarmed in, and I was instantly, completely arrested. Just as I was thinking what to make for Dorian for dinner, Betty arrived at my side, slightly breathless and very nervous. “Luna Rox!” She hissed, “we need to leave immediately!” “Alright, alright.” I patted her arm. “I’ll just get the eggplants.” I turned and beamed widely at the worried girl. “Have you seen a brinjal this big and shiny?! It’s like—.” “A cock soaked in cum,”
CharisseI crossed my arms. “Okay, what is it?” She scoffed with a smirk, as though I sounded like a bimbo. Which pissed me off even more because she’s the fucking bimbo! I spread my lips into the nicest smile I could conjure and explained for the true bimbo. “You seem to know what I need to do to get your concrete ass off my chair. So out with it.” Fake chihuahua, I silently added, my smile wider. She leaned forward, pushing her tiny breasts forward so everyone—that is Betty and I, her only audience—could see her pitiful cleavage, and threw a smug grin at me. A file landed right at my feet, like a bone tossed to a dog. I moved not one muscle and lifted a hard gaze at her. “What’s this then?” She laughed. “Now, you see why you’re just a stint, bitch? You don’t even know that the Alpha is looking to expand the estate.” She gave a sweet tilt of her small head and explained in her sugary voice, “that is the plot of land he wishes to claim.” Still, I refuse to pick the file up.
Dorian“So…,” the fork slices through the salted caramel chocolate cake, “how did it go? The meeting with the elders.” I feigned a hurt look. “I got scolded.” Guilt splayed across her tender features. And then, as always, she tries to hide her worries by pretending that everything is alright. The bite of cake enters smoothly through her tinted red lips…. And I could feel them around me, nice and warm, going lower and lower, to take in all of me—. “This cake is so good,” she hummed and licked her lips.And I felt the urge to lick them too. She goes for another one and as the fork goes through again, she mutters quietly, “Are you alright?” I couldn’t. The genuine concern in that knit of brows. It won me over, and the left corner of my mouth quickly lifted. A chuckle slipped out. And she swiftly realised. Her face relaxed again but she was not shooting me a five-year-old glare. Does she even know she can’t lie? “So everything went well?” Her mouth closes over the fork. And I w
Charisse I've lied to Dorian. But it wouldn't hurt him, I'm sure. An innocent lie to keep my battles to myself because knowing the Alpha, he'd immediately fix it for me. Or would he?I can't stop thinking about what Zara said. That Dorian never blames her for anything. It means something because Dorian never blames me for anything too. The chihuahua is delusional for sure. But she wouldn’t have kept up with the delusion if Dorian had nipped things in the bud with her. And Dorian doesn’t keep things vague. Unless there’s a good reason. But what reason is there? I’m the only one, aren’t I?“Now what have I done?” Asked the handsome—equally crossed—face. “Why are you giving me that look?”His thumbs were caressing my right cheek, somewhat cautiously, as though I would break. I ignored the electric sizzles of his touch and frowned harder. “Then, what have I done to deserve your angry face?” He scoffed, his eyes averted for a second then reverted back to me.“I'm not convinced t
Charisse“Unless,” Zara grinned, an evil gleam crossed her eyes, and Dolly heaved in relief, “Luna Rox takes full responsibility for her own mistakes.” “Don’t do it, Luna!” Betty cried, plowing through the barricade of uniformed women to get to me. “You can’t be hurt!” SLAP! Lightning pain jabbed my left cheek and shot to my mouth. But I bit my lips to stop it from spilling. Took a few blinks to re-orientate myself and turned back to that chihuahua—.“Can’t be hurt?” Zara snarled, “Who gives a fuck about an Omega whore?” SLAP!My other cheek nearly exploded. The pain was more intense this time. I couldn’t feel anything except the blaze on my skin where she struck. Betty’s cries came through, telling them to stop, saying that the Alpha would be mad if he knew. Instantly, an image of Dorian’s smile sprang up and I balled my fists, mustering strength to yank myself free—.But I was thrown back to the time when Val first hit me: We were both shocked. My shock was out of fear. But
CharisseHe loves me.I wanted to hear them. I'm glad he said them. But why do I wish he hadn't? I could slap Zara's face with these words so why am I worried? Warm lips pressed against mine. Then, his firm, passionate tongue swept in, snapping me back at the breakfast table. He tasted like coffee, I thought, smiling against his lips while pulling him closer. The coffee that he loves. Black, sugarless. Strong and ruthless. The kiss ended and he gazed deep into me. “Wander off again,” his warm breath trailed to my ear, and his raspy baritone dived in, “and I'll spread you really wide to put myself deep into you so it locks tight in your mind, Charisse.”Hot images gripped my imagination, immobilising me. I stared into those piercing blue eyes, my insides clenched in memory of his shape and size wedged tightly between my blazing flesh. I whimpered, missing it, “I was thinking of you… inside me.” And he lifted my chin to drink from my lips again. “You drive me crazy,” he murm







