My voice cut through the tension like a sharp blade, slashing through the stunned silence. All eyes turned towards me, and a wave of shock and fear swept across their faces, followed by hushed murmurs asking who I was. Taking deliberate steps forward, I kept my gaze fixed on Samantha, who was now glaring at me with undisguised hostility. "Why are you still here?" Samantha snapped, her tone dripping with venom. "And why do you even care? You're not even a f*cking Lycan." "Nicholas asked me to stay," I calmly stated, maintaining eye contact with Samantha's stern gaze. "Don't address Nicholas by his name. You don't have the right," "Well, Nicholas doesn't seem to mind," I shrugged nonchalantly. "But I'm pretty sure he'd mind you hitting someone over a sheet." Samantha's glare intensified as if she could burn me to ashes with just her gaze. This was her true self, revealed in all its malevolence. "It's not just a sheet. It's an expensive one!" I raised a brow, "Does tha
I stealthily made my way to the grand staircase, ensuring no one was in sight. Reaching the top floor, I glanced around and noticed the only other door adjacent to Nicholas's bedroom. Pausing briefly, I checked once more for any signs of surveillance, specifically a CCTV camera, but found none. "Phew" With cautious steps, I approached the door, turning the handle slowly. I took a moment to scan the room and quickly stepped inside. I didn't waste time rifling through the drawers, searching for any documents related to myself—Makayla Ellis. Despite my efforts, I couldn't find any substantial information, leaving me increasingly frustrated. “Where did he hide my files?” Just as I began to lose hope, my gaze fell upon a black envelope tucked away in one of the drawers. Raising a brow, I picked it up and cautiously tore it open. Inside lay a collection of papers, my heart pounding as I recognized my picture — black hair with intense blue eyes. Half of my face was covered with b
I slowly walked towards it, recognizing the young girl from earlier. She stood poised with a bow in hand, her intent focus fixed on a circular target on the trunk of a nearby tree. The marked lines on the trunk show the girl had been practicing her archery for quite some time. Quietly leaning against a nearby garden fixture, I watched her. Her small face contorted in a deep frown as if she was going to throw a hand to the tree. With each attempted shot at the target, her arrows repeatedly missed the mark, and she would let out a deep sigh. "Hey, your arms seem a bit shaky," I commented as I approached the young girl, noticing her tensed posture and unsteady grip. Startled by my sudden appearance, the girl looked at me in shock, took a step back, and bowed nervously. I chuckled softly, "Oh, no need for that. I am just a guest here." The girl hesitantly raised her head, looking at me. “No, you're not a guest. You're the Alpha’s Mistress.” “And you think that's an importa
Noticing the basket he carried, I couldn't help but ask, "What brings you here?" He frowned, "You told me to have lunch with you." I laughed, somewhat surprised that he had taken my words seriously. “I didn't know you would take that seriously. So, that basket is for me?” "Nope, it's all mine" Nicholas turned towards the young girl, tossing an apple her way. The girl skillfully caught it with a practiced ease. He then directed his attention back to me. "Is she a good mentor?" Lisa beamed, "She's the best!" "Really? It's hard to believe, given her demeanor." Wait, what did he just say? Oh, this guy just cast doubt on me! Feeling a bit offended, I retorted, "Oh, really? Then try tossing something in the air for me to hit." With an amused gaze, he shrugged, "Alright." Turning to Lisa, I inquired, "Can I borrow your bow?" Accepting the bow from the girl, I cast a glance at Nicholas with a raised brow. "Ready?" I prompted, gesturing for him to toss somethin
Nicholas insisted on tidying up, brushing off my offer to help. He was just simply stubborn. So, I decided to roam around as he cleaned up our little mess. It is also to make the food go down. I wandered among the shelves, trailing my fingers over the spines of the books. The piles of books are fascinating since they all look classic and just ancient. While looking, my gaze landed on one of the books where a piece of paper slipped out. I grabbed the book, saw the title as Forbidden Devotion, and found a nearby table. Perched on the edge of the table, I eagerly flipped through the pages. But instead of a story, I stumbled upon a stash of folded papers nestled within the book's pages. “Woah” I blurted, carefully putting the papers back in place. I carefully unfolded the letter on the top. My eyes widened as I delved into the letter. My brows furrowed intensely as I read its intense words that seemed like a passionate love confession. I could feel the flush creeping up my
“Read, Florence,” he said, grabbing my attention. I pushed those thoughts to the back of my mind and continued reading. “I would have my mouth at your throat, my lips and tongue lashing at your flesh. I know you would taste as sweet as you are, the flavor of your skin exploding on my tongue…” I glanced at him, only to find him watching me so intently that I unknowingly bit my lip before continuing. “While savoring your pleasure-hazed expression, I would grip your ankles and place your feet on the edge of the table. And I’d tear your thin dress away like it was tissue.” He gripped my chin and made me look into his eyes, asking, "Do you want that?” I stared at him, breathing heavily as he intensely looked at me and licked my lips, nodding. “Yeah, I want that, Nicholas.” He smirked, “That’s music to my ears, baby,” then leaned down, starting to kiss my neck. He feathered kisses down my throat, sucking hard and then slowly, driving me insane. "Hmmm,” I hummed in pleasure,
He pushed two fingers past my entrance, and my hands lowered to tug at his hair. “You like that, huh?” he laughed. His husky laugh filled the room, and the burst of his hot air hit my tender nub. I squirmed, attempting to increase the pressure. The wet sound of his fingers stroking in and out drove me higher in intense pleasure. “Come for me, baby.” Promise shimmered in his words. I sucked in a hoarse breath, and when his mouth closed over my clitoral area and I sucked, I released it in a scream. Pleasure ripped through me, darting down my legs as he continued to drink it. I was in a haze and too occupied with his tongue in my center to think about anything else. After my thighs relaxed for a moment, Nicholas removed his fingers and swiftly pulled me towards him, spreading my legs urgently. His hands went to his shirt, and without taking his gaze off me, he started undoing the buttons and throwing it away along with his tie, letting me have my fill of his gorgeous an
As soon as we reached Nicholas’s bedroom I was instantly pressed against the wall after he slammed the door shut. I think his patience snapped when I started to suck on his neck while he walked us here in his room. He suddenly walked faster as we went up the stairs, and I could feel his cock getting hard against my buttocks. I moan with a smile on my lips as he grinds against me, maneuvering one of my legs around his hip. His mouth meets my jaw and neck again in a frenzy. “Your arousal was driving me mad,” he groaned against my skin. I pressed myself towards him when suddenly as if someone blew the sexual fog in my brain, a loud knock registered in my mind, and the urgent voice of Clifford echoed behind the door. “Alpha, I apologize for the intrusion, but we need to show you something important.” My heart hammered in worry, so I tapped Nihcolas’ shoulder and wriggled out of his grasp, but he didn't budge and continued sucking now on my breasts. “Nicholas, you need t