ARIADNE
Another summer day in Greece, and there’s no better place to be than the beach: golden sand and turquoise crystal-clear waters. The scorching heat is torturing your body summoning you to dive into the sea.
It’s Saturday, and as always, at the weekends or whenever we have the chance, we head to one of the numerous coasts on the island on which we’ve resided for the last three years.
Living on an island like ours is ideal. It is quiet in winter, but the exact opposite in summer. Crowded with mostly families - and not wild teenagers who drink what is potable-. Full of shops, restaurants, activities, and events. It’s simply perfect. It feels like a never-ending vacation. Plus, it’s a safe place to raise your children.
My name is Ariadne Riga. Age 30. I am married to my lovely husband, Theo Nikolaou, who is a couple of years older than me. He is the love of my life, my best friend, my all.
We met at the university when we were studying together at the Department of Business Administration, though later we opted for different domains. He preferred management and now works as a staff manager in a well-known chain hotel, while I work as an event planner for a local company.
We both love our jobs; they provide us with the basics. We are neither rich nor poor. We make ends meet just on the dot. Financially, it is harder in the summers when the schools close because we must hire a full-time babysitter for our children.
My kids could be classified as vivid. However, I´m a proud mamá of three. My six-year-old twin boys, Mario and George, and my two-year-old daughter, Anna-Elisabeth. The boys love making pranks drifting along their not-so-innocent younger sister, making them all kings and queen of mischief.
Speaking of the devils…We were playing in the shallow waters with my boys after we took our turns swimming while Anna-Elisabeth was building a sandcastle along with her father. Of course, Theo couldn’t leave his princess without a castle. He always indulged her and helped her construct an even bigger one every time he got the chance.
I rubbed my hands on my eyes to take away the seawater. My boys kept splashing me mercilessly for the past ten minutes.
“I’m heading out. Enough for today.” I told them.
I walked out and splashed droplets of water on my man, who was now sipping his coffee while watching out for his daughter.
“Mind if I hit the shower?”
“No way, go ahead. You know I guard them like a Cerberus, especially that little lady over there.”
“Ha, ha, ha…That one today is really huge!” I laughed aloud.
“She keeps throwing sand at everyone’s feet who approaches her sandcastle, shooing them away!”
“Possessive, hmmm,” I told him, bending down and pecking his lips. “I’ll be right back.”
I always used to wash the seawater off me, it made me itchy. I followed the wooden path leading to the far end of the beach, right next to the bar where the showerheads were situated. When the wooden path ended, I had to run fast on my tiptoes towards the concrete surface due to the boiling sand burning my feet.
I opened the tap and let the lukewarm water fall over me, gently rubbing my body. I then untangled my long hair to clean it up, too. I enjoyed the water for a minute; it was rejuvenating.
Once I finished, I walked a few steps forward and turned my back to the crowd behind me. I squeezed my bra cushions to remove the excess water, then twisted my hair to drain them, and finally bent over and started combing my hair and mixing them slightly to create my natural loose curls. With a sudden move, I stood up straight, only to notice someone standing a few meters in front of me. Nice calves, I thought. I always noticed the legs of men. Well, I used to. Before I got married.
I probably made the poor man wet all over.
“Oops!” I blushed.
“I believe this belongs to you,” came his deep, masculine, seductive voice, referring to me.
I slowly raised my gaze from his feet to his tights. Oh, nice quadriceps, too. This guy must certainly work out hard. He had an impressive body.
I abruptly raised my head to his face, and I got lost in these deep ocean-blue eyes of his, staring back at me. It seemed as if he was looking right through me. Right into my soul…
Silence.
Something clicked in me, and if I weren’t married and still madly in love with my Theo, I would say that this moment right here, right now would be a great example of the definition of “Love at first sight”.
I didn’t allow myself to linger on his gorgeous characteristics.
God… It was unholy!
I shook my head harshly, coming out of my hypnosis, and lowered my eyes to his hand. He was holding my hair elastic, returning it to me. I instinctively touched my wrist, only to find it absent from its usual place.
“Thank you, kind sir, I must have dropped it,” I said, taking it back and securing it on my wrist.
He was so serious, and I couldn’t help but flash him one of my signature smiles, which he mirrored right away.
Gosh! Has the sun started shining brighter, or was it just his smile that illuminated the entire area? Was that even possible?
I started feeling a little awkward standing like this in front of him, so I asked him the first thing that came to mind.
“Tourist, huh? First time in Greece?”
“Yes.” He bluntly replied after a few moments, returning to his serious posture while tightening his hands into fists.
What have I done to him? He looked back at me with so much hatred.
“Well, enjoy yourself, kind sir. Here on our beautiful island, and don’t stop only here. We have many of them around waiting to be explored.” I suggested.
“Are you a tourist, too?” he inquired, obviously relaxing.
“Something like that… I guess I’m a permanent one. I work here.” I answered.
“Ok.” He mumbled back casually.
“I should get going. Sorry, I doused you with water earlier.” I apologized.
“No problem.” He grinned widely.
“Enjoy your vacation, kind sir.” I half-smiled at him. Turning to leave. Why did I bother talking to him, anyway?
“It’s David.” He introduced himself, offering his hand. I turned back again. These good manners of mine!
“Ariadne,” I responded. I reciprocated his handshake, only to flinch at our touch. This mere contact caused a spark of electricity in the first spot he touched. His large hand grabbed my small one, shaking it gently after letting it go. His touch didn’t bother me at all. It was pleasant and welcome. But that sting of pleasurable pain the exact moment he touched me… Was it static electricity? It felt good. I liked it. It also brought butterflies into my stomach.
But it shouldn’t.
I´m taken. Married. End of story.
That whole situation was a first. Only my husband has made me feel love-struck like that. Me and that David? No way. Not accepted. I’m strictly monogamous.
I turned and left without saying a word.
Bothered and confused.
DAVIDMy name’s David Nathaniel Fortner. I’m 32 years old and a shifter. A werewolf, to be exact. That means I live my life as a human, but whenever I want, I can transform into a wolf.My wolf’s name is Zeus. He is black and strong. He is an Alpha, making me one as well. Being an Alpha means you oversee a pack of wolves.There are fifty packs in total, situated all around the world. These packs have existed since the beginning of our history and haven’t changed through the years. Most of them are allied with ours. A few of them are hostile or neutral, and two are unregistered - we don’t even know where they are located -.My pack is the Golden Moon Pack, and it’s one of the biggest and strongest in the USA. We, the Fortners, have been Alphas of the Golden Moon Pack from the very beginning. From father to son, our legacy continues, and I´m expected to bring the next heir to my pack. A fact that I have lately started to doubt.The reason?So simple...I´m mateless!That means I haven´t
DAVIDIt’s been two days since I set foot on that damn island, and still no luck. I was wandering around the central town all day long. It was Friday night, and I returned to my suite. Frustrated. Tired. Fed up.Not from walking constantly, of course. My werewolf stamina and daily training have endowed me with such immense endurance that I could keep on walking for days. But still, no results. My mate was still nowhere in sight.Yesterday, I rented an ATV to explore the island. That four-wheeled vehicle allowed me to sniff better than driving a car. The island wasn’t large, so I managed to cross every village in this place.Today, I scanned through the main town and again got nothing. I hated to believe that Agatha was giving me false hopes. Not that I regretted the three million I had my bank deposited in her account the moment I returned to my territory after I visited her. Money was not a problem. I would give all my funds and assets just to find my female. I would rather be broke
DAVIDI didn’t leave her out of my eyes, and when she reached her seabed, she wrapped herself up in a towel. I returned to my own and started drinking my beer, watching her.My heart sank when a little girl climbed on her lap and hugged her tightly. She resembled her a lot, from what I could make out from the distance. After a while, two older boys sat on either side of her, and she started offering them fruit from a plastic container she held.‘So, our mate is married with children.’ Zeus said, obviously disappointed.‘And a human as well. She was oblivious to our bond.’ I continued.‘Hmmm.’ He responded, still upset.One of the girls who was checking me out before approached me, and I inwardly started swearing because I was not in the mood to deal with that kind of bullshit right now. She waved at me, saying something in her language.“I’m not interested,” I answered, completely unaware of what she had previously said.“Hello!” She smiled. I didn’t even bother looking her in the eye
DAVIDI missed her on Sunday. When I arrived at her home in the morning, their car was already gone, so I returned to the hotel and decided to hit the gym. With the constant search the previous days, I hadn’t had a proper workout in days.Yesterday, after I returned to the hotel, I came up with two possible plans.Plan A was to persuade her to talk to me in private so that I could explain that I’m a shifter and that she was my mate. I couldn’t just talk to her about these things in open areas or a café where people around us could hear us. I needed her alone.I could see three outcome alternatives from Plan A.First, she could leave her family and choose me as her mate. She would come to my territory, and we could have our happily ever after. But because I knew that these things happen only in fairytales, I also knew that it was too ideal and could never happen.So that brings us to the second option, which is to take her children and come with me home to try our common life together.
ARIADNEIt’s Sunday evening, and like every night except Fridays and Saturdays, I have to prepare for the next day. First, the meals for the kids – the babysitter wasn’t paid to cook, of course – and then for Theo and me when we return from work.It was a long day today. We woke up early and left home before 8 a.m. so that we could find lounges at the most crowded beach on the island. By 9 o’clock, the coast was already packed with tourists, so it was a wise move.While I was there, Mrs. Pappa, the owner of the most expensive hotel on the island, called me. We had planned an anniversary party for her parents on Saturday, and she wanted to meet me to discuss the last details because she was so stressed about it. I booked an appointment with her first thing on Monday morning.We arrived home late in the afternoon and after bathing the kids and myself; I rushed to the kitchen to finish my chores. Afterward, Theo would take the kids out for a walk and something to eat.I was thankful that
DAVIDI couldn’t believe my luck on Monday morning. I was eating breakfast at the hotel’s dining hall, which was situated near its entrance. A wide smirk formed on my lips the moment my nostrils caught her scent. She was here, and I was delighted because it was the last place, I expected to bump into her.I left my food and followed her. She was entering the elevator, and I shouted at her to hold it and she did. She smiled when I got in.“Good morning.” She greeted me.“Hey,” I replied, beaming at her. I caught her sniffing me. Did she like my scent? I just hoped I didn’t smell horrible because I was a little sweaty from my morning run, and I decided to eat straight after my workout, so I haven’t showered yet. Eventually, her posture didn’t change. At least she didn’t seem disgusted, and I was more than relieved. She was watching me intently like she was waiting for something, but when she saw I wasn’t moving, she pressed the button number “3”. That’s my floor. And at that moment, wit
ARIADNEIt’s Saturday morning, and Theo took the kids to the sea, whereas I had to work. I needed to prepare the last details for today’s event. The platinum anniversary of Mrs. Aphrodite Pappa’s parents.Before I went to the office, I had gone to a photo studio. I had assigned a professional to make a video out of a series of photographs. I intended to show it right after the couple’s entrance to the venue. The video was fantastic, and the song I picked with Mrs. Pappa made it even better. Many pairs of eyes would cry tonight watching these sweethearts growing up together.I went to the office, communicated with all the suppliers and people who would be of service tonight, and after I had everything under control, I went to the hairdresser for my appointment.In special events like the one today that I had to be in attendance, I wanted to be presentable and fine-looking. I had my hair styled in an elegant chignon and then headed to my beautician for a natural makeup. I asked her to e
ARIADNEI returned to the bar and the bartender, Adam, was waiting for me with a fruit punch on the counter. David has returned to his seat and was watching me intently.“Hey, Ariadne, the drink is from the gentleman over there!” He said, pointing at David while the latter raised his glass, grinning at me. I looked at Adam, shaking my head. “Please, Ariadne, it’s alcohol-free. Take it, please. This dude is giving everyone in this hotel huge tips. He must be made of money.”“He told you that?” I asked.“What?” Adam asked back.“That he’s gonna leave you a large tip if you bring me around to accept the drink?”“No. of course not. He just ordered a drink for you, and when I told him you don’t drink during the events you organize, he said to prepare something without alcohol. So here I am with the fruit punch. So, take it.” He demanded.“Well, Adam, actually bring me an apple martini. I need it after that stunt the old man pulled on poor Milena.”“Right away.” He vanished, smirking.Momen