“So much for crying.” Rowan slowly lifted his head. It was a pale-skinned hand bearing a handkerchief that stopped his red-rimmed eyes from flowing more tears. “You should stop now.” A sweet smile bloomed across Eliane’s features, making his focus drifting towards her. “Honestly, you could flood the entire forest with that sea of sorrows cascading from your face…” Rowan gave her a breathy, anxious laugh. “You only said that because you’re not the one who disappointed your father.” “You did not disappoint them,” Eliane sat beside him, her red cloak being caked by the soil. “They disappointed you.” “What?” He whipped his face to her. “Why?” The High Priestess snorted. “Because they could not ingest their principles to you for the reason that you will never understand their belief due to you not being like them.” Rowan does not understand her. And yet… “Sometimes, it feels good to be different,” she
“Alpha…” “Speak what you must have spoken earlier,” his father commanded. The sweating glass of sweet ale wrapped around his fingers. “I now accept the fact that I am no longer your heir since I am wolfless—” “Ever since you were born, I know deep down, you have no wolf.” Karin only glared at his son, blue eyes stared at brown eyes. “Not even a sliver of courage flows in your soul. You’re a failure, Rowan.” His father paused, to let everyone hear what he’s going to say next. “You are a failure. And from now on until the end of time, you are no longer my son…” Then Alpha Karin straightened his back as he rose from his seat, feet leading outside the tavern. “Don’t expect that you will last long in Stella’s Soul.” Then his father was gone—along with his scent and voice. But the words of Rowan’s father...it was like a wildfire and he is nothing but a single branch in the blazing forest where not even ashes could be seen. He
Present DayElaine’s POVMy body felt sore and tired; I still felt sleepy despite being asleep for seven hours already. But I stretch out my arms anyway, willing myself to wake up. It’s already around ten in the morning and the heat of the sun is already seeping in my skin. I looked to my side and Tyler was still snoring, hugging Taylor. A fluffy pillow was between his legs. I don’t even know how Taylor ended up in our bed. I ruffled his messy hair as I climbed down from the purple bed. I was not able to see the sunrise, where the sky will begin to bleed in tangerine and pink, and the water of the Luna’s Lake reflecting beautifully especially in this distance. Yet, the lake still glimmers with every sunshine sent by the heavens. I smiled, my sleeveless nightgown almost left my body when a strong mountain wind passed by. “You should have woken me up.” A pair of muscular arms appeared from my waist, holding my stomach.
I could spend the rest of my life hoping things could have been different. But it was no use to keep on wishing for some things that will never come true; it’s only a waste of time. It was better to be grateful for the little mercies life gave me. I’d rather choose to remember the way my fate was always meant this way—to experience happiness while worrying if death will take it away any second I blink or breathe. I turned my head away from Tyler’s mansion, where most of our memories reside. Bile rises in my throat. Do I deserve these all? The luxury, this village, the sexiest and most thoughtful husband— I still felt as if I had never been here, that I should not be here. The voices of my sister, Lyta Rutherford and her mother echoing in my mind, ordering me to go buy groceries with the money I just got as salary as a waitress. I don’t know if these emotions are mine at all or is this because I am carrying me and Tyler’s chi
The hand released me after a minute of struggling. When I managed to gather enough air to breathe, I turned away from the fountain. I search for someone’s presence. But no one’s around. I looked to the side, behind. In front and on top of Selena’s Wall where ravens usually rest. But no one was around me; no one was with me in Aurora’s Waters in this gilded fountain. Only silence devoured the entire space. “Elaine, you’ve been—oh my Aurora, why are you so wet?!” Melissa rushed to me, holding on to her belly as she ran to where I am sitting on the ground. “I’m fine—for now,” I replied with a gloomy voice. My face is so wet as well as my clothes, waters dripping from my hair and body as I stood and strolled towards her. The wind brushing in my path makes me shake in coldness, not to mention I am only wearing a thin see-through dress over a white sleeveless and shorts. “Someone tried to drown me,” I blurted out
To laugh or to ask Jose if that’s true, that is the question. “She’s my friend and sister type. Elaine’s not my lover type,” the Beta immediately went in front of me. “Why are you acting as if I’m going to attack my wife?” Jose snorted. “I’m not doing it because of that.” “What is it then?” It was me who asked. “My shorts have a whole on the back,” Jose whispered. “I’m not wearing any underwear since it’s been hanging out for the sun to dry yet.” He looked to the side, his fluffy and smiling face returned. “I heard that,” Tyler grinned, hoisting his phone in the air. “Now turn around, pup. Your social media followers are dying to see that chunky, chocolate-ish fat ass.” “Shut up, Stormbringer and bring your wife to the dining room. I will prepare the feast for us.” Tyler only made fun of Jose behind as we both strolled after him. Tyler showed me Jose’s shirtless photos as Pegasus coiled on
“Elaine!” Someone is calling my name. “Elaine, wake up!” I opened my eyes. “Tyler?” “You’re screaming, baby lamb,” Jose touched my forehead, who was standing beside my husband. “You don’t have a fever, do you?” “Maybe because of the baby,” Tyler said as he leaned his ears to my navel. Jose’s expression told me that he somehow forgets that I am in a delicate condition if Tyler did not mention it. “So have you already gone to the doctor?” Both of us shook our heads. “The doctor is tending to Melissa now. It’s her schedule. I’ll see if I can insert Elaine this afternoon for a check-up.” Jose nodded, handing me a glass of water. “Here’s some lukewarm water for you.” Tyler left me for a second before dialing to his phone. “Hello, doctor?” When my husband has gone a little far from us now, Jose sat beside me. The couch wobbles as he did. “Are you really pregnant?” Jose murmured to me. His whispe
Tyler grabbed my hands. And to my shock, he put it under his pants. I could feel it was already hard and ready to attack after we watched the adult actors on the screen of his laptop. I feel his warmth; beautiful warmth enveloped from my hand up to my arms. My cheeks blushed as soon as our eyes met. He couldn’t control himself anymore because of what he had taken out of the waistline of his trousers. With such a monstrosity I have ever seen from him, even in my alcohol-induced, hazy state, I felt uneasy. Thinking that it would be too much for me to accommodate, unbearable even. Green eyes met blue eyes, then the symphony of love-making began to play. His thick member had bulging blood vessels the shade of a deep, rich wine. In its engorged state, the fresh blood rushing to the end visibly pulsed. To say the raw size of the genitalia was as large as the Alpha of a pack—which he is—was not an exaggeration. It was actual