LOGINWhen I finished, I looked in the mirror, satisfied. I’d done my hair, touched up my makeup, and slipped into the new lingerie set I’d bought earlier — complete with stockings and high heels. “Eli!” Robert’s voice grew louder, strained with impatience. “Stop ignoring me and come out!” I ignored him, calmly applying lipstick. Then — crash. I flinched as the bathroom door flew off its hinges. At this point, it was almost becoming a tradition. In the doorway stood my husband, breathing hard, anger still lingering in his expression. But when his gaze swept over me — over the stockings, the lace, the curves — everything about his look changed. I lifted a brow at him in mock reproach, and his eyes flashed gold, slowly tracing every inch of me. I could see the hunger there, raw and possessive. In a single motion, he was in front of me, reaching out to pull me into his arms — but I stopped him with my hand pressed firmly against his chest. “Ugh,” I grimace. “Shower first. I wasn’t kidd
Today I’d arranged to meet up with Dana — we went to a cozy café and then wandered through the shops together. We had such a good time, laughing and chatting about everything. Dana still hasn’t met her mate yet, but I truly believe she’ll find her happiness someday. She’s a wonderful person and deserves all the love in the world. I love her like the sister I never had. After buying a pile of new clothes — and a few pretty lingerie sets for some fun evenings with my husband — I said goodbye to my friend and headed home in a playful, lighthearted mood. When I reached our floor and walked toward our apartment, I stumbled upon a rather interesting scene. “Melissa, I already told you — I’m married,” Robert said irritably. “It’s over. What don’t you understand? Why did you even come here?” “Oh, but we were so good together,” the blonde purred seductively, running her tongue over her lips. “I know how to make you change your mind.” Before I could blink, that bleached vixen threw he
Robert Stepping out onto the veranda, I see Elizabeth sitting with my grandmother, her friend, and Gustav. They’re chatting animatedly about something, though I can’t hear a word—they’ve completely lost me. My gaze is fixed only on her—my blue-eyed angel. Two days. Just two days have completely turned my life upside down. A couple of days ago, if someone had told me that I’d be ready to give up everything for one single woman, I would’ve laughed in their face. Thanks to my grandmother, everything turned out in our favor. It was her idea from the start. When she asked me yesterday how I felt about the whole situation, I answered honestly. “I’m madly drawn to Elizabeth—she’s my mate. But they’re trying to force me to marry Camilla,” I said quietly. Grandma and her friend exchanged sympathetic looks, and then she placed a hand on my shoulder. “Well then,” she asked slyly, peering straight into my soul, “whose scent makes your fangs itch to bite—Camilla’s or Elizabeth’s?” “Elizab
His chest heaves rapidly with each breath, his body tense to the point of trembling, muscles coiled like springs. His neck and arms are corded with strain, as if he’s seconds away from tearing someone apart.No one dares move. The air feels thick, charged with danger. Even breathing seems risky, as though the smallest sound could trigger the beast within him.Then, out of nowhere, Robert’s grandmother—Martha—appears beside us. She looks at her grandson with calm warmth, completely unafraid. Gently, she places her thin hand against his cheek, guiding his gaze to hers. She smiles softly, and the wild fury in his eyes begins to fade.“Eli, dear,” she says kindly, turning her attention to me now, “would you be so kind as to show us your neck?”I swallow hard, step out from behind Robert, and sweep my hair back, exposing my neck.I hear my mother gasp in horror, followed by a faint, trembling “completely ruined…” Someone even drops their cup—it hits the floor with a sharp clatter that echo
In the living room, all the women of the family are sitting around having tea, chatting politely—until we appear. The conversations die instantly, and every head turns toward us. I wish the ground would swallow me whole as they all begin to inhale sharply, sniffing the air. Damn werewolves.This is an absolute disaster.I’ve never been so embarrassed in my entire life. My face—no, my entire body—turns crimson, like a ripe tomato. My cheeks are burning so hot, I could probably fry an egg on them.My mother covers her mouth in horror, my aunt’s eyes blaze with anger, and I don’t even dare look at anyone else. But then I meet Camilla’s furious, hate-filled gaze. She’s on her feet in an instant, storming toward us with a glare that could kill.“So, how was it under my fiancé, you whore?!” Camilla shouts, raising her hand to strike me—but Robert catches her wrist just in time, a warning growl rumbling from his chest. Honestly, she might as well have hit me. I feel so awful right now—guilty
We’re lying in bed, wrapped tightly in each other’s arms, our breathing slowly evening out. I feel so good in his warm, strong embrace. Right now, it’s as if we’re in our own little world where no one else exists—just us. But the rest of the world does exist, and soon we’ll have to face its consequences.“Robert,” I lift my gaze to him, my voice trembling with pain. “Please, don’t hand me over to them,” I whisper softly.He looks surprised for a second, then pulls me even closer.“I never planned to,” he says gently, kissing my hair and inhaling my scent. “From now on, you’ll be with me. You won’t spend another day with your parents—or anyone else.”“I can’t live without you, do you hear me? I can’t anymore. I love you,” I murmur, and a single tear slips down my cheek.“Hey, Eli,” Rob lifts my chin tenderly, meeting my tearful eyes. “I’m not going anywhere. You’ll just have to put up with me for the rest of your life.” He leans in and kisses my lips softly. “But we do need to visit yo







