Ayira's POV
The next time that I opened my eyes, I found myself crying in Blaze's embrace.
Then I realized everything was only a dream. My mom didn't really come back. Nonetheless, I felt glad that she visited me in my dreams. However, her words left a big question in my heart. What did she mean?
And at that moment, when I woke up, I found another side of Blaze. I could see the explicit worry in his eyes when he told me that I almost drowned last night.
The thought of that incident frightened me, espec
I could imagine how my eyes sparkled when I tasted the color pink liquor. "Wow, it tastes so good!" I exclaimed in amazement. Then I added as I put down the glass. "It tastes a little sour and a little sweet." Noah beamed. "I'm glad that you like it. Its sweet and tart notes are from cranberry juice and fresh lime juice. They called this version of martini Cosmopolitan. I specifically ordered this for you since it's popular with women. That's why it surprised me that you don't know it." He explained. "Oh, so that's why," I mumbled in understanding while nodding my head. "Well, there's no martini in ou
"Wait a minute!" I shouted. Then I dashed to the bathroom. I quickly brushed my teeth and washed my face. Only after that, I opened the door.Blaze came in as soon as I opened the door with a tray of food in his hands."What took you so long?" He asked while entering my room.My forehead furrowed. 'What is he doing?' I asked Sierra.'I dunno. Why don't you ask him? Anyway, I'll sleep for a moment. Take your time. Don't wake me up.' Sierra ordered.
A striking man in a black suit with a formidable aura entered the room. He looked at Blaze and greeted him warmly. "Good morning, Mr. Maxwell." Blaze stood up from his seat and shook hands with the man. "Good morning, Mr. Roosevelt." My muscles stiffened, ready to run, as I caught my breath in my throat when the man turned to me. Because the man was none other than Evan! Blaze introduced me to him as Evan took his seat opposite us. "By the way, this is my assistant, Ayira."
Knowing that Blaze was my only hope, I opened a part of my life to him. However, I didn't expect that he would want to meet my father so soon. We just started dating and were still getting to know each other. How could he demand like he would ask for my hand from my father? Well, I almost forgot that he was my mate. So how could I say no? I sighed. Then, I turned around, putting my arms on the wooden fences, facing again the beautiful scenery of the mountain range. "Of course you can meet him. But, but not now." I stammered, forcing a smile. Well, it's true that he could meet my dad, but it's not the
Cherry leisurely moved to the chair, but before she sat down, she turned to me. "Just stay there, okay? I might need your service." She whispered with a mocking smile on her lips. I just smiled faintly at her. Little did she know, I had something up my sleeve. I cleared my throat as I stepped to the side. Then Cherry gracefully took her seat, but before her butt could completely rest, I quickly pulled the chair away from her. Thud!!!
Blaze's POV I was left astounded when Ayira ran away from the restaurant. I called her, but she didn't look back at me. Perhaps she was hurt when I yelled at her. So after I helped Cherry get up from the floor and ensured that she was okay, I immediately followed Ayira. But she was so fast. When I came out of the restaurant, I couldn't see her anymore. Fortunately, I had strong senses. I followed her scent, and my senses pointed me in the direction of the mountain. It was only now that I felt grateful
Ayira's POV As I woke up the next morning, I was smiling sweetly. I hugged my pillow as I stared at the ceiling. Because I had sweet dreams last night. Blaze and I were in the middle of an enchanted forest, surrounded by lots of beautiful and colorful flowers. We were blissfully lying on the grass under the bright light coming from the snow-white moon above while gazing at the blanket of stars in the night sky. I felt exhilarated as I guessed my dream had a good meaning. I would look forward to it. My
Fifteen years ago, I recalled when my dad left our house together with our pack warriors. I was playing in the yard at that time. I rushed to him and clung to his arm. Then I looked up at him as I asked. "Dad, where are you going?" My dad crouched before me, holding my tiny hands. "Ayira, dad has to do something important. I'll leave you for a moment to your omega, alright?" He responded with a gentle smile on his lips. "Can I come with you, please?" I pleaded, making puppy eyes. After my mother died,