MasukDerrickI still remember our one night together like it happened yesterday. Every length of Dahlia’s body has etched itself in the deepest part of my brain since then. How she whimpered under my touch, the sparkle in her eyes, her desperate breaths, even down to her tightness, warmth. It’s all I ever thought of when I was still married to Cami. Dahlia was all I fantasized about occasionally in my bathroom.Yet…none of those moments compared to what I was breathing in right now. As I parted my mate’s legs like the Red Sea, her arousal's scent corroded my senses. Potently damning enough to invoke a wild hunger I’ve never experienced in all my years. It felt like I had just opened a new book. One that was certain to get me trapped in its allure.Dahlia’s stomach sank deep, and anxiety proudly glazed in her eyes. She was trying to read me, as if the version of the man on his knees, drooling for her, was a newness she’d never experienced before. My woman is a wonder. My thoughts have dried
DerrickI still remember our one night together like it happened yesterday. Every length of Dahlia’s body has etched itself in the deepest part of my brain since then. How she whimpered under my touch, the sparkle in her eyes, her desperate breaths, even down to her tightness, warmth. It’s all I ever thought of when I was still married to Cami. Dahlia was all I fantasized about occasionally in my bathroom.Yet…none of those moments compared to what I was breathing in right now. As I parted my mate’s legs like the Red Sea, her arousal's scent corroded my senses. Potently damning enough to invoke a wild hunger I’ve never experienced in all my years. It felt like I had just opened a new book. One that was certain to get me trapped in its allure.Dahlia’s stomach sank deep, and anxiety proudly glazed in her eyes. She was trying to read me, as if the version of the man on his knees, drooling for her, was a newness she’d never experienced before. My woman is a wonder. My thoughts have dried
Dahlia “Are you sure this is where you want to stay?” Worry thickened in Derrick’s voice as he locked the door to our hotel room behind him. I ignored him, wandering around the small room we could manage to book. Thanks to the festival being held in the city, the hotels around are fully booked. This one, we were even lucky to get it. It’s nothing luxurious; the bed is as small as it can get, too. But it should make do for the night. I’d long decided I’ll stay anywhere as long as it isn’t my Pack.“Dahlia…” That tone again.“Right now…” I sighed as I sat on the foot of the bed, which creaked at my weight. “I’m pretty sure everyone has heard the news in my Pack, and I’d rather not fill my ears with congratulatory messages for a union I do not want.”His chest deflated as he freed a silent, deep breath.“Anywhere at all, as long as I do not see my father’s face, let alone…” My voice trailed off, recalling everything Laila had told me on the phone. “Rowan.” “And what about our daughter?
RowanThere’s no way I could let Dahlia just drive off on her own when she was in that state. I know that the last person she wants to see right now is me. Hence, the best I could do was tail her, watch from a distance, and see if she was okay. When she had nearly crashed into someone’s rear bumper, I was this close to coming out of hiding. It only took denying my wolf his impulses to hold myself back. And that alone was no small painful sacrifice. But nothing compared to the hurt and betrayal I caused Dahlia.She must think I’m a monster, a liar, a pretender, but I’m none of these things. Every action of mine has always been solely inspired by my love for her. All I want is to protect her, shield her from the origin of her pains—Derrick.Yet, here I was, watching that origin of pain embracing Dahlia by the lakeside. Every bone of mine burned like I was cast in brimstone fire. Agony and despair came clawing at me, ripping pounds of my skin mercilessly. My eyes got peppered from salt r
DerrickI’ve been tailing Dahlia since she left the Pack, watching her from a distance as she moved from one place to another seeking comfort. Several times, I’ve wanted to join her. To hold her in my embrace, assure her that no matter what it takes, I’ll find a way to fix this mess. I’m ready to go to hell and back, just to save her from the clutches of this damned wedding. But I couldn’t take that bold step towards her, because whether I liked it or not…I’m one of Dahlia’s problems. I’m the reason her life is so complicated right now. So what hope can I inspire when the knife stuck in her heart was plunged by me?As much as the truth was bitter on my tongue, I had to digest it—I was better off watching her here. I might not be able to offer any comfort, but the least I can do is protect her. And boy! Who knew it would be quite the task warning prospective men who tried to approach her with a death glare? This is what you get when your mate is the most beautiful woman in the world. N
Dahlia I thought a long drive across the city would ease me. It didn’t. Instead, I almost crashed into another vehicle’s rear bumper. Hence, I ditched driving altogether. I chose to let time wander by sitting in the city’s park, thinking the cheery scenery would heal me from my woes. I was wrong yet again. Just one look at the happy couple seated on the grass enjoying their picnic turned me off. It reminded me of the times Rowan used to take us out for picnics. In the past, I would have relished that memory. Now, it is nothing but a sad reminder that the man I used to love is not so different from Derrick. Tears clouded my eyes, burning me while my heart did what it knows how to do best when it wants to torture me—squeezing in on itself.I quickly hustled out of the park before I became a side attraction to passersby. The last thing I want is a random stranger worried about me. One question from them and I must just burst like an overpressurized tank. I made my way to the lakeside,
Chapter 6Dahlia “Derrick did what?!” Laila’s tiny, furious voice bounced off the walls of my ward room. Derrick had just left a couple of minutes ago when she returned, and I broke the news of our divorce to her. I promised myself not to cry anymore, but how could I keep up with the charade after
DahliaDerrick didn’t sleep in our bedroom last night. Just like the night before. It’s like he has made it his mission to avoid his room till I’m gone. But I’m not worried, because I know it won’t be long before he cracks. He’s barely been able to wear his Cold Act whenever he’s around me since we
DahliaI guess I should really have that nail to thank, because if it wasn’t for it…I never thought a day would come that I would be a beneficiary of Derrick’s care. More than an hour now since we returned from the hospital, yet Derrick hasn’t left my side, massaging my bandaged foot on our bed. M
Derrick I kissed Dahlia last night. The morning has dawned, and here I am wrapped in my white towel, standing before the bathroom mirror of my guest room like an idiot. How could I lose control of myself? For one good year, I have never dreamt of kissing her, let alone acting on it. It’s not lik







