تسجيل الدخولChase and I lay side by side, panting after he fucked me shitless. My body was all sweaty, and he was the same. We didn't say anything to each other, as if speaking would shatter the relaxed atmosphere in the room. But we didn't need silence to destroy the little pleasure we gained from what we did. My conscience did it for me. "This was a mistake," I said and sat up on the bed. Now that the fog of lust has cleared from my head, I am thinking clearly, and I don't like what my head is screaming at me right now. I beat myself up for letting my clit do my thinking for me. I should be better than this. I didn't turn to look at Chase but got up from the bed to pick up my clothes. He didn't say anything in response to my words, so I looked at him. His expression was blank, and his eyes closed. I didn't know how to take or interpret his lack of response, so I dressed and got out of his room. Hopefully, this remains a secret between us. What happened with Chase is never gonna happen again
Chase continued to laugh like a maniac while my face burned like someone took a match to it. My hands on the tray tightened into fists as I fought the strong urge to murder him, but that would require me to turn around, and it was the last thing I wished to do. Not because he was hedious, or something. Far from it.The body I saw was an art in perfection. It wasn't muscular like his brother's, but slim and delicate-looking, like a fragile flower. An odd way to describe a man, I know, but that is how beautiful he looked. Unbidden, another part of him flashed into my mind. You would think a guy as delicate-looking as him wouldn't look so big in that department, but you're mistaken. Not only is he blessed, but just like him beautiful, even as it laid flaccid between his legs. My face burned harder as I thought things I wasn't supposed to. I felt ashamed inside me. I am supposed to stay away from Chase for the sake of my Pack, but I am letting my libido think for me instead of using my
I am not the submissive type, and having to beg and lower myself in front of these people makes me so mad that I want to lash out. The only thing keeping the cap on my rage is the years of discipline drilled into me from a young age by my father. He was the one who trained me to be the warrior that I am now, and one thing my father has always maintained among his warriors is discipline. If you step out of line, you will be punished, no matter who you are. So would any other member of the Pack who disobeys the rules and regulations that govern the Pack. My saying please was not not enough top satisfy the damn over weight woman in front of me, she had to try and prove that she has some power when she is nothing. "Why would you want leftovers? I thought you just had dinner?" She looked at me like I was some beggar from the street begging for crumbs. "I don't know why the Alpha would allow a stranger that eats like a whale into the Pack. What is she trying to do? Eat us out of the Pac
Everyone was sent out of the room, including the Alpha, for Dr. George to attend to Luna. The Alpha was hoovering too much and driving his mate and the doctor insane. Outside, he was driving us insane with his pacing. He looked as if his mate was in labour. It wasn't clear how much the giant cared for the petite woman. Their relationship reminded me of my parents, and that filled my heart with sadness. These past few days, I have tried not to think about my Pack and what is happening to them. But occasionally, my thoughts flicker to them, and I can't help the pain and sorrow that come with it. There were a few of us hanging out in the living room: Alpha and his second, Dustin, Vivian, and a few guards. Chase didn't catch up with us, and no one knew where he was. I don't think anyone cared. All focus was on the Luna. Dustin, like his father, looked very worried, though unlike him, he was a picture of composure. His calm and composure in the face of such a distressful situation is a
I arrived at the training courtyard to find Mr. Omari waiting for me. “How are the classes?” He asked with a casual interest. “Good,” I shrugged. I mean, I am doing fine in all my classes except the magic class. The lessons with Mr. Omari and the Princess—I shivered at the thought of the Princess as my mind slipped briefly into last night's encounter—had helped a lot, but I still have issues with my control. “Hey! Earth to Jesse,” Mr. Omari snapped his fingers in front of my face to snap me out of my thoughts. I blinked and stared blankly at the teacher. “Where did you go?” He asked curiously, his brown eyes staring at me with interest. He was looking a little closer than he usually did when we met privately. “Nowhere,” I answered flatly, my tone detached. He doesn't pursue his curiosity, but rather moves on to the reason why we are here. “You have improved,” he observes after I easily evoked my powers without having to strain my mind. I shrugged again. “Been practicing.”
JESSE’s POV “If you don't stop staring at her, everyone is gonna know what happened between you two,” Santana growled from her place across from me. It is dinner time, and we are all in the cafeteria enjoying a steak dinner with some vegetables. As usual, students are chattering around us, laughing, and gossiping. At my table are the usual occupants, and not-so-usual ones. Moksh, Anakin, Santana, of course, but this time it is not just these three; Santana’s friends have joined us, as well as Nate and his Cronies. That is the most confusing presence of all. Somehow, from our time of disagreement, my fight with Rishi, and now, Nate somehow got close to our group. I don't mind his presence as long as he is not giving me grief. And he is not. At the moment, no one is paying attention to Santana and my conversation. I looked away from the Princess to Santana to find her staring intently at me. She doesn't look particularly annoyed, but she also doesn't look particularly please







