Alpha Michael's POV; Soon, I am swerving into the parking lot of the three storey building located on the other end of the city which houses one of my most trusted detectives. Of course, I can handle all of these myself if I want but there's so much on my plate and I don't think I can handle it all at once. I take the steps, as the elevator is already filled up. Usually, Shaft never lets anyone coming to his office use the steps as he wants to remain hidden from the rest of the world. His establishment was located at the top floor of the building and the last two had a dentist's office and a boutique so it was really easy to hide his establishment. There was no sign indicating that he worked there. On getting to the last steps, I find my Beta wandering around and when he sees me, he stops walking and hurries towards me, a look of relief on his face. "Was wondering when you were going to arrive." "Well, here I am," I reply in a hurried tone as I brush past him. "
Catherine's POV; Today is slightly gloomy. I don't know why but I feel it in my skin. I haven't seen Michael all morning. When things seem to be getting better, it just goes downhill. I don't want to start making excuses for Michael either but he has been overreacting a lot and I don't even know how to feel. It hurts me terribly that there is nothing I can do about it. I wish there was a way I could make him believe me but hell, I don't trust him either. No matter how I try to make myself forget, I can't take my mind off the fact that he announced that we were divorced at the dinner get together a few days ago. It hurts each time I remember it and no matter how I try not to, it's just there at the back of my mind, reminding me that I mean nothing to him. I am just the mother of his kids and they are all that matters to him. Scoffing to myself, I gulp down the fruit punch one of the maids got for me. I am slightly tipsy but alert enough to know what's happening ar
Alpha Michael's POV: I kept tossing and turning in my bed, hoping that all of these was a dream I was going to wake up from. I'd been in contact with Shaft all night, unable to even sleep a wink even if my body was almost failing me. I was extremely tired, begging for sleep to lift me into the Dreamland but it never came. After my conversation with Shaft, I decided to close my eyes in sleep but it didn't come. So I climbed out of my bed and walked to the table, taking a seat as I thought about Catherine's plea to allow the kids to start schooling. Of course, she was right. The kids deserved an environment where they needed to thrive, to relate with the other kids. Hell, to make friends but not now. Not with how things were going. I was still unable to identify who had masterminded their kidnap. There were so many untied loose ends which I needed to straighten and it was so hard having to do several things, one at a time. But time wasn't on my side either. The eld
Catherine's POV: We had just finished having breakfast and I was watching a show with the kids when the door swung open. We all turned to see Michael walking into the house, his beta tailing behind him. He looked really upset and wasn't even listening as Trenton spoke to him. Jason's chip bag fell to the other side of the chair and he stood to his feet, pushing to the other side as he hurried towards Michael. I couldn't stop him because he was fast. Julia turned from the television and watched Jason towards Michael like she knew what was on my mind. It was always a bad idea to go after Michael especially when he was in a bad mood. I made a silent prayer to the moon goddess, begging that he didn't transfer his aggression to my little boy. As much as I didn't want to admit it, he was really terrible at keeping his temper in check and was always transferring his aggression onto anyone who was there to talk to him. Jason stopped before him and Michael stopped also,
Catherine's POV: We put the kids to sleep. It was something I'd always imagined doing since I could remember; having family and taking the kids to bed together. I couldn't stop myself from thinking about it even when things went rough between me and Michael. When we stepped out of the room, we stood awkwardly beside each other, contemplating on what way to go. It wasn't dark yet. I checked my time to see it was barely eight o'clock. Maybe a little dinner and an early sleep tonight is going to help. I turned to Michael with the aim of telling him I was going to bed but he spoke before I did. "I'm thinking of having dinner by the fountain and I'm wondering if you love to join me?" I blinked once, wondering if I was hearing right. "Dinner by the fountain?" He smiled. "You heard me right. What do you think?" I shrugged. "If you want that, then it's fine by me." He nodded at me. "Alright then, I'll see you in twenty minutes? I need to get cleaned up.
Catherine's POV: I burst into laughter at the second pop of the bottle of wine. The first one lay empty on the ground and Michael filed our cups before he looked up at me. "You're tipsy, Catherine." I shook my head and picked my fork. "No! I am not! Why would you say that?" "Because you are," He chuckled and filled his own cup before he looked at me with raised brows. "I don't want to give you another because I know you won't be yourself by the time you're done drinking." Sighing, I leaned against the backrest of my seat. Of course, things felt a tad bit weirder but I was in control of it. I really was. "I might be tipsy but I promise that I am aware of what I am doing." He placed the bottle on the table and took a sip from his cup before picking his fork. "I'll only do that on one condition. Eat up so you can have something laying the groundwork of your belly. You don't want to wake up extremely shitty tomorrow, do you?" "But can I eat and drink? It d
Alpha Michael's POV: Right from the moment I set eyes on her tonight, I knew resisting her was going to be hard for me. I had expected her to wear a simple dress. Heck, that was all she'd been wearing since I last saw her and I blamed it on her lack of fashion sense and the fact that she was more worried about taking care of twin kids than anything else. But tonight, she blew my mind. That red dress she had on messed with my hand and it had me saying things I'd been scared of saying. Like asking her out on a date and listening to her ramble off about the stars in the night skies. It was so wholesome and for a long time, I wasn't thinking of my next move or how to catch someone who was in possession of our divorce papers. Everything moved smoothly, words to words. My lips glided over her soft lips, reveling in her soft moans. I'd caught her before her fall and now, I straightened her to her feet, sliding my arms around her waist as I pulled her into me. My finger
Catherine's POV: I was naked in no time. The thin drapes behind the thick curtains moved with the wind, kissing my skin just like his lips did, feathery; almost ghostly. My skin sang as his lips left traces of his touch. His hand worked on my thighs, lifting them as he lodged his body between my legs, creating rhythms and waves of pleasure that tore through me. I felt like I was floating, like I had taken a pill that plunged me into euphoria. It was the most beautiful feeling ever, setting me ablaze, making me beg and yearn for more. For his touch on mine. I wanted him badly. I leaned towards him, begging for his upper body to return to mine so I could kiss him. But he was busy, tracing his lips down my hip. I want to cry out for him. I wanted to beg him to keep going. I did not want him to stop because this feeling could be compared to no other. He pulled me in so my body was directly against his face and he fell to his knees at the edge of the bed, grazing my