*LORENZO’s–MANSION* It was a bright and luminous morning, and Spencer had been sitting by Lorenzo's side all night, watching over him as he lay almost lifeless in his bed. He had been extremely worried about his best friend and hoped to see him wake up. He knew that Lorenzo was deeply anguished, not after seeing the devastating impact of Tinsely's supposed death on him.“Please wake up, Alpha...” Spencer sighed deeply, he was staring intently at Lorenzo’s face. Through the transparent curtain in the room, the morning light was slowly filtered in through the windows... A few minutes later, Lorenzo's groan was heard as he unhurriedly unfurled his eyes. “Alpha!” Spencer shouted, his eyes widened for a second, then he breathed a sigh of relief and leaned in closer to him."Hey, man. Tell me, how you feeling?" asked Spencer, his voice laced with deep concern.Lorenzo was looking up at him blankly, but Spencer could see the pained expression written in his eyes. “I feel like I've been
*ROSALIE—APARTMEN* Lucinda was sitting on the couch, she was staring at the TV in front of her. Her mind was completely blank, and she couldn't bring herself to think about anything. The death of her elder sister, Tinsely had hit her hard, and she was still battling to come to terms with it.However, it was pointless. At that moment, Rosalie came out of the kitchen, and she was seen, carrying a tray of food. “Lucinda, it's time to eat. You need to take care of yourself, okay?” Rosalie said, hoping she would listen to her as she placed the tray on the coffee table."I'm not hungry, Rosalia,” Lucinda replied coldly, and her voice barely above a whisper.Rosalie sighed deep, walking to her and she sat next to Lucinda on the couch. “You can't keep doing this to yourself, Lucinda. You are hurting yourself, huh? Tinsley wouldn't want you to stop living your life, do you hear me?” Rosalie says and she places a comforting hand on Lucinda's shoulder.Lucinda immediately looked at her, bu
*LORENZO’s–MANSION, Midnight* It was past midnight, and Lorenzo was tossing on his bed restlessly, he was unable to find any ease in sleep. The unmistakable pull of the mate bond twitched at his heart string, luring him closer to his mate, but he knew he couldn't meet her. He could not talk her, touch her, or feel her and its all because of Tems. He made a bitter promise to him, and it loomed over him like a dark shadow, preventing them from being together.In a fit of annoyance, Lorenzo clenched his fists in deep frustration, he was feeling utterly vulnerable in this impossible situation. He had vowed to Tems that he would stay away from Tinsley, but now, he found himself torn between his loyalty to his brother and his longing to be with his true mate.In a fit of anger, Lorenzo couldn't prevent himself any longer so he lashed out, sailing of the bed swiftly. He walked to the wall, and delivered a speedy kick to the wall out of outrage. Just as his foot made contact with the wal
*LORENZO’s–MANSION, 1hr later* The morning sun gracefully jetted through the parted white silk curtains, spreading out a courteous glow as Tinsely stepped briskly into the room. “The fuck!” she groaned, closing her eyes as she recalled how Lorenzo had dealt with his brother. To be honest, she feels extremely confused and doesn't know how to fix the pieces. Why does she feel Lorenzo is hiding something from her and has been acting strangely? Why is he distancing himself from her? Why this? Why that?! Fuck, she has a lot of questions and answers too. Tinsely roughen her head, it was becoming messy and she knew she had to cool off. So, she decided to pay Rosalie and Lucinda a visit. Not to forget to mention, she hasn't visited them ever since the accident in the burnt house. According to Spencer whom she had contacted a day before, they both already knew she was alive. She was also glad to know that her sister, Lucinda recovered and had been discharged from the hospital. “I n
*ROSALIE’s—APARTMENT* It was late towards evening, and Tinsley was still at Rosalie’s place as she spent time with them. Currently, she is sitting on the couch with her Rosalie and Lucinda, they are engaged in a lively discussion. All through the day, they spent time together, sharing stories and thoughts together on various issues.While they busily chatted together, Tinsley's face suddenly turned gloomy, and Rosalie noticed. “What is wrong, Tinsely?” She asked, concerned. Tinsely looked down at her fingers, fiddling them as she muttered, “There is something I wanna say about Lorenzo that's bothering me.” Lucinda's heart skipped when she heard that name, and her face hardened. “What is it?” Rosalie asked Tinsely, and she placed her hand comfortingly on her shoulder. “Well, I have been noticing something strange about Lorenzo lately. I mean, It feels like he's been acting differently toward me and it's annoying." Tinsely rolled her eyes. Rosalie frowned slightly, leaning forw
Therein, Jeannette put on a mischievous grin playing on her lips as she walked towards Lorenzo's table. Her slow footsteps reverberated through the office room, making her way straight to his table, her intentions clear and vivid. Lorenzo was still staring darkly at her, his expression morphing into one of wrath upon seeing Jeannette's presence which looks irritating. Angrily he clenched his jaw tightly, yet pursued to maintain his control over his emotions."What are you doing here?" he snarled at her, his voice trickling with restrained outrage.Jeannette, undeterred by Lorenzo's animosity, leaned against his desk, her eyes locked onto him. She blink her eyelashes playfully, an indication of seduction in her voice as she replied, "Oh, Lorenzo, don't be so cold to me. I'm here to make you feel good, okay, and to please you if give me a chance."“What?” Lorenzo's raised his brows at her, his nostrils flared with ire, but Jeanette smiled. Lorenzo sighed as he controlled himself, sp
“What do you mean Lorenzo?” Tinsely asked him through teary eyes, and when he tried to touch her, she moved backward. Right now, their relationship hanging in the balance and the tension between them was discernible, and Lorenzo knew he had to say something. Taking a deep breath, he said to her with a heavy heart. “I... I didn't mean it that way... "Lorenzo," Tinsely's voice cracked, it was already trembling as she asked him. "What do you mean by taking a break? Are you... rejecting me? Are you breaking up things with me? Lorenzo's eyes dimmed with concern as he saw the tears welling up in Tinsely's eyes, and he felt bad for hurting her feelings. He urgently replied to her, "No, Tinsley, that's not what I meant at all, okay? I didn't express myself properly, and I'm sorry if I hurt you."“Then what do you mean?!” Tinsely shouted at her him as her heart ached, she was struggling to understand his words. She felt a mix of emotions right now; confusion, sadness, and a deep fear of
It was morning, and Lucinda gradually opened her eyes, and immediately the morning sunlight streaming through the curtains and casting a warm glow on the room hit her face. Blinking her eyes as the remnants of sleep slipped away from her, her gaze shifted to the figure lying next to her. Xavier. “What!” A mutter slipped out of her lips, and her heart skipped a tornado of beats as her mind strumbled to process the scene before her. Xavier lay there, next to her, his bare skin glistening in the soft glow of the sun, a placid expression on his face. “No, no, no, no,” she tensed up, a jolt of panic run through her body as she realized what had happened between the previous night.She has made him bed with her, she was the one who made the first move... Gasping aloud, Lucinda's memories flooded back, and her cheeks redden with embarrassment. It had been a night of capricious passion, fueled by a mixture of emotions, cravings, desires, and a touch of recklessness. She had made the bol