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
I did not know how to inhale anymore. But I still did breathe, letting the night know that I am still fucking here, alive and beautifully standing on the white tiled floor. The presence of her sent shivers down my spine. My body’s sudden outburst of cold sweats threatening to flood the kitchen. Rowena. I can see her smiling creepily at me. When I say creepily, it’s when a part of her face’s skin dangles from her head as it would peel off from her any second but she’s still smiling widely. But I don’t think I can reach her, touch her. As well as she to me. It’s as if we are in the same room but only one actually exists in this world: me. I don’t think I believe in the afterlife—or if Tyler’s kind believes in it—but wherever Rowena is now, I hope she’s in peace despite the mangled, horrible way she died. But who is this Rowena standing, floating in the air, before me? It’s midnight. And Tyler and I been asleep since eight i
Here I am again, dreaming. As if it’s the kingdom I ruled. But this time, it is not about Eliane. It is about Rowena Cruz, the friend who betrayed us. I admit we have only interacted briefly in that ghostly apparition of hers last night. But the way she cared for me during the days she was still alive—how she told me to run at that very night, at the night of my wedding in front of a so-called Jason…it makes me feel guilty. Rowena saved me that night, saved my heart from being torn away from my body on the very day that I will be giving my heart to my Alpha. “I thought you were going to deliver her to us.” The Hearteaters sneered down at Rowena, “Why did you tell her to run then?” That voice of utter darkness and unearthliness is making me grip the bars tightly as I stood as a phantom observing them. If shadows could speak, that would be the Hearteaters’ voice. One that you pray that you will never be able to hear again. One that you
Elaine's POV I was gaping at this lush scenery of waters and green and the sheer sight of nature just being nature: the glorious sound of waters rushing, birds chirping, and the harmony of colors green and blue and brown are so sophisticated I can say this is a paradise. It’s so quiet that you can hear your own heart throbbing within you. “The residents of Stella’s Soul only call this the Hidden Spring because it is obviously hidden.” I see why it’s hidden. The most beautiful things are the ones that have been hidden long enough for one to see it. This place can be reached by traversing through a mountain and cave first. Thanks to Tyler for letting me ride on his back—a piggy back ride to be exact. He suggested he shift but I can’t gulp the fact that I have to be bringing another backpack for his clothes to carry. “But I can just be naked when I shift back. It’s a spring anyway, and our main purpose there is to swim an
We arrived at an altar made of stone, which reminds me of a Marian grotto that I and the Rutherford family visited on the west coast. It was only a little one; the size of it probably is enough for two people and not the one like we visited where five people can enter all at once. Three huge candles are in the center, all are white. In one glance, it showed signs that they have been used many times. Tyler waved his hand and the candle’s wick immediately started burning, the flame dancing in my eyes. No statues can be seen unlike the ones I see in a Cathedral church, where several different versions of the Virgin Mary representations are displayed. There are versions of her wearing a white veil while holding the Emmanuel in her arms. Some statues also depict her as having curly hair and some are depicting her with a more Westerner appearance rather than the original Israeli look. But here…it was just the stone altar and the candles, me an
I couldn’t believe it—me and Tyler going outside of Stella’s Soul for our honeymoon. It is certainly another sweet surprise in the air. It just felt like yesterday where I have been compelled to be sacrificed by my neighbors. My heart would often still feel like this is a dream to have this fantastic life with the man I bedded last year. Yesterday, Tyler surprised me that we are allowed to go outside the wall for our honeymoon for four days. He didn’t tell me if it is within Moonburn or Washington or are we going overseas, which adds up the fuel of excitement inside of me.I was thinking what country are we about to have a trip to. The West Coast? East Coast? Europe? Asia? God, I’m so excited! I have never felt this alive and eager before. Going out of the bathroom, I almost shrieked when I saw my half-naked husband with only a towel draping on his torso to cover his poking sex. Just… seriously? He has a boner early in the morning?‘Werewolves…’ I mused.He