Clara's pov An omega lusting over an alpha went as well as mixing oil and water. I knew that. That was part of the reason I wasn't too picky when it came to choosing who would be my mate, and i kinda went for the first guy who showed interest in me. Because i was the lowest ranking wolf, I never thought much of myself. What was giving me the courage to be so bold? Maybe it was the way his eyes turned into that enchanting golden glow the moment I accidentally touched him down there, my head told me to pull away but he placed his hand over mine never breaking eye contact. His touch wasn't forceful. It was inviting. The tension in the air was so thick you could slice a butter knife right through. I was slow, careful, but eager. Exploring my way across his length and girth. He grunted softly, taking a deep breath. My maid uniform was getting soaked, but i didn't seem to care in the slightest. I kept going at it over and over and over again until he pushed backwards, More water an
Killian's pov I measured her reaction to see how she would take it, that is, me digging into her past. She was strangely neutral about it, "Well, what did you find?" She said to me. "Nothing that would make me terminate your employment," I was honest and straight to the point, "your record seems clean for now so you are free to keep working here, I just needed to check if you had a criminal record," She seemed to release a sigh of relief. I guess she was more tense than she wanted to show. I drank the rest of my tea and watched her from the corner of my eyes. She was still gawking at my chest again. Normally, it got me irritated when I was being looked at like a breathing piece of meat, but when it came to her, I didn't seem to mind it, and Rex, my wolf, enjoyed it. "Do you think she's interested in us?" My inner wolf asked as I dragged out the last drops of the remaining tea to give her more time to look. "I hardly think there is another reason she'd be eyeballing my bo
Clara's pov I don't think he noticed the tip of his finger touch my cleavage, but I doubt he missed my breathy gasps. "You must be really cold," He said, and I gave him a nod. The glow in his eyes finally dies down, he hands over the coat in his hand, and I put it on. The coat covered my body, all the way down to my knees. I mumbled out a thank you before finally passing out. When I woke up, I was in a bare yet cosy bedroom, it hard minimal furniture but a welcoming atmosphere. That stranger must have brought me to his house, I concluded, scanning the room with my eyes before sitting up. "I thought you were going to be asleep for quite a while, but this is preferable," My heart jumped up to my throat when I found him seated by the side of the bed. "I don't think I've gotten the chance to introduce myself to you yet..." He said unbothered by my shock, "I'm Killian Stone, and you?" My jaw hit the floor with a thud, "Killian stone? Do you mean THE Killian stone?" "You've
Clara's pov "I told you, you shouldn't have trusted him. See where you've gotten us now?" My wolf who had been prominently silent while I was being kicked out finally stirred into action. I was taking one laborious step after the other. The rain had toned down, but the storm in my heart intensified. The few passerbys I saw had umbrellas over their heads and passed by me without second glances. Within my heart, I sighed, and those people probably had a home to go back to... a family waiting for them. I never did. I was abandoned at an orphanage at birth, tossed around through the system until I turned 18, and came to Twilight City; the land of opportunity and power. There wasn't a single day that I wasn't busting my a** off. Who could have thought that after everything, I'd end up right back at square one; being homeless with a backpack slang over my shoulder, holding only the most basic of necessities? "I KNEW IT WAS GOING TO TURN OUT LIKE THIS FROM DAY ONE!" Veil screa
Clara's pov The rain fell on my back like watery bullets soaking through my thin clothes, mixing with my tears but none of that was enough to provoke even the smallest amount of sympathy from my former chosen mate, Josh, who threw the last of my luggage into the overgrown lawn, it cracked open and the few clothes I had ever gotten spilled out and absorbed the mud outside. "What are you still waiting for?" He roared at me, "get out of my property before I call the cops!" I was trembling like a leaf outwardly, but internally burning inside. How could he call this house his property? "Josh, I bought this house with my own money! " I cried out through the sound of thunder, "you were all homeless when I met you. How can you do this to me now?" My voice rose even higher as I tried to salvage what was left of my belongings. It was already pretty few. Buying a new dress for myself was as rare as a blue moon, jewellery? Make up? Basically, it was non-existent for me. I remember inte