Tyler and I burned the calories in our bodies from those immense plates of food inside the car. “I never tried this before,” I blushed as I reached for my bra and underwear. “What?! You never had sex after a restaurant date before?” I shook my head as he locked my bra from the back. “No, not once. Not until now.” He chuckled softly against my skin, his breath a warm sensation that made my nipples hardened. “I think we should go now, Tyler.” But the Alpha continued to shower me with soft, wet kisses, trailing my body as if it was his flower only meant for his pinkish lips. “I still want to be inside you, babe.” His whisper is sweet and spicy, hot but romantic. “Let me show you how I give a mind-BLOWing reaction to the JOB you are doing, Tyler.” He immediately deciphered my secret code and, in a bite of my lip, I was facing the hugeness of his flesh once again, kneeling on the floor of
It all happened a week before, or was it more than a week? I can no longer count the days of horror that filled my lonely soul since then, since that horrifying day that I found out Joey has died. Ever since that day that I drove the car home, my mindless family inside that car while we are chased by huge wolves that I once thought were werewolves. Wait…were those huge, horse-sized black and white and brown wolves Tyler, Jason, and Karlo? ‘Are you drunk, Elaine?!’ My own mind scolded my awake self. But every image and detail on that beach never left me since that day: the foul smell, the horrid sight. Every single fucking thing. “I’m worried about you, you know…” Tyler brought strands of hair to the back of my ear. My head cocked to his cerulean eyes so blue that every time my gaze lingered on the eyes of my betrothed, I drowned like a sturgeon cascading at the bottom floor of the ocean. In fact, I am drowning now. But I am not dying. In fact,
My day ended with a tired smile on my face. My exhausted body is pretty obvious to the Alpha’s sight.. Jason and Karlo’s repetitive questions about the beach incident more than a week ago made my head much heavier. “Are you okay now?” Karlos rubbed my back. “Did they touch you during their original form?” Jason was much firm in squeezing me for answers. I just shook my head and he sighed with ease. “This is the sign, Tyler—” “What sign?” I immediately put Karlo’s words to a halt. I know the setting sun is beckoning me now to walk my ass home and quit interfering with the wolves’ patrolling during the night for those heart-wrenching creatures of the dark. But curiosity, as always, kills a cat—or more like, delays the dogs for their appointment. It was Jason who faced me. “That the event we fear the most has finally come to reality.” “And that is?” “The century fe
Tyler’s POV Jose seems weird. He addresses me by Alpha instead of Ty or Jane. And he’s wearing jeans and a shirt when I told him to wear a suit. “Let’s go hunting,” Jason patted me once on the shoulder. My eyes remained on the busy street, where the crescent moon brightens the dark heavens. I trailed after Jason and Karlos after a minute, the latter in his wolf form; his fur is a cloak of shadows. We were crossing a deserted alley drenched in darkness when a car honked, stopping us in the middle of the street. “I stopped by a car repair shop since I don’t know how to fix your midnight blue Porsche baby, Ty.” I froze, coldness wrapped my body. Remus howled fiercely inside me. Before I could blink, Karlos was already sprinting on the opposite side. I remained pinned to the ground. ‘Elaine…’ My soul ached. ‘Elaine…’ A tear fell from my face, the nightly breeze wiping it away. “What the
Tyler’s POV I wiped her mouth as she opened her eyes. We did not proceed at my mansion yet. We are here, in the Luna’s Lake, the lake beside the training field and sparring arena. The moon above, now fully illuminating the starry blanket, reflected in the surface of the lake, where I washed every filth away from her body and healed Elaine’s every wound with the water’s help. Only scars on her skin stayed when she yawned and stretched her arms. Beautiful scars that make us now equal. I have scars on my own, from training and fighting and hunting Hearteaters. Even from lovemaking from the various women I bedded but never loved. I took off my shirt, showing my biceps and laying my godly body before her. A feast for her to savor, Remus whispered. “Am I alive?” I gave her a nervous laugh. “You can only see my dick when you’re alive.” She grinned. “Then I fucking am alive.” This was the n
Tyler’s POV “Fifty Shades of Gray? That’s what we are going to watch?!” My little snow flower nodded like a beagle being asked by her master. “I thought we were going to watch a funny movie.” “This is a funny movie,” Elaine reasoned. “At least some part of it. The original trilogy is basically a fanfiction of Twilight, the movie we last watched.” “Twilight? The one where they portray vampires with diamond skin and werewolves that shift with clothes on?” “Yup. That’s the one!” Elaine even chucked, which made my brows furrowed in confusion. Mortals have a weird taste of literature to be honest. As Elaine grabbed her popcorn and I was left sitting on the golden couch shirtless and compelled to watch whatever this film is about, I slid my hand to my dick to keep my palm warm. “The title sounds poetic though?” She just shrugged. “So tell me…” I continued. “What are the fifty shades of gray?”
I am in the realm of dream, where fantasy feels like reality. Where being a princess without a prince is possible. Where summoning a storm without being wrecked by it is within a reach of the hand. I am dreaming. I am sure of it. Or am I not? I look around, let my senses see and hear and touch and taste and smell everything. I can feel the heat of the sun, taste the cool wind around me, and hear the rustling of the leaves in the Misty Forest. I can see the bright green leaves, the wide grass field beckoning me to feel its natural softness. I can smell the fragrance of after-rain, of petrichor and— “Someone’s cooking,” I turn to my heel and search for the origin of the scent. The smell is from roasted pork belly, seasoned with what smells like pepper and salt and rosemary. And butter. I can see a tiny house in the distance, smoke coming out in its chimney. Is that a farmhouse? A cattle, the sound of chickens a
Days passed and I spent those preparing for the wedding like any other mortal bride, while Grandmama Jane tutored me in the afternoon at the Lodge of the Luna on what are a Luna’s duties aside from spreading legs and bearing babies. “…and most of all, love him. As if he’s the half of your soul.” “I am indeed half of her soul.” I do not need to turn around to know that it is Tyler’s dark, erotic voice. “For Stella’s sake, Tyler, wear a shirt!” Jane complained. The grandson only chuckled. “Why not? My Luna would like to see this, don’t you, Elaine?” I swallowed my shame, doubtful whether I should shake my head or give Tyler a nod. “She says no.” I met Grandmama’s eyes. Tyler narrowed his towards his grandmother and then to me. Then the bastard took off his jeans, throwing it to me before light flashed in my eyes. A figure of a white wolf galloped outside, hurrying to get out the High Priestess’ radar.