เข้าสู่ระบบChapter 191"oh, sorry, Dad. I thought you said that session was only moved," she murmured.“I told her the session had been moved. But when she got here, she said she wasn't feeling well and then left. That's all I know..."Something wasn't sitting right in the pit of my stomach, but Irene had no reason to lie to me, so I nodded."Okay," I murmured. "Thanks. I'm having dinner with Skyla tonight, so I won't be home till later."“Sure, Dad," Irene said, her eyes lighting up. “Have fun!"I walked past her and up the stairs so I could get dressed for my dinner. Within the hour, we were ready to go. Skyla changed into a dazzling red dress that hugged her thin body perfectly and amplified her breasts. I knew she was doing it on purpose, but it rubbed me the wrong way.I texted Judy again before I left and told her that I hoped she felt better and to call if she needed anything. I didn't mind stopping by with whatever she might need...it went unanswered though which made me worry even more.
Oscar's POVThe party was over. But she never left my head. Watching her act like everything was alright even after she had just been rejected was weird. I was expecting her to break down into tears and cry. Maybe shout and yell at Brian. But she acted like she didn't care. If one didn't know, they would think she wasn't hurt.But I saw it in the way her body moved stiffly. In her robotic expression. She was putting on a facade to stop people from pitying and bullying her. Brian was insane, I knew that. But I never expected him to reject his mate in front of so many people. He crushed her innocent spirit.“Oscar.” I heard my Beta Jeff, say behind me, and I turned to him with a stoic expression. “I found her. She's drunk and heading back into the mansion.”I didn't know why I told Jeff to look after her. Maybe because I was worried that she would commit suicide under my roof. Or maybe because it felt like my responsibility to look after her, since my son was the only reason she ended u
AnelisaI'm lost. That's all I can say as I feel like I'm walking in circles after getting out of the room.My hands kept adjusting the gown or shirt on me as I took this walk to become a tour around this magnificent castle.But I was swift enough to avoid guards on patrol, the maids, and anything abnormal in sight.My mind was void of thoughts until it snapped on me that I lost a finger to a tiny dragon.With a frown, I paused and raised my fingers high up to see the bruise but... I'm healed up.My finger has grown back.How? Hastily, I touched my lower abdomen and realized there wasn't a cut there either.That stranger must have worked some magic and I didn't even get a chance to thank him.A sad smile lingers on my lips as his eyes were the only thing that stayed on repeat in my head.He appears nicer than the others. Anyways, soon, I'd be summoned to the palace to see the king whom the rumors have been talking about."Hey, you!" A voice calls from behind me, and I spin sharply to
Amelia's POV“Run!” Marcus yelled, his hand tightening around my wrist as he guided me through the back exit of the hospital.Sirens filled the air, and I could hear the police calling it into their radios that they were on the scene. Some of Marcus’ men got caught in the chaos and were surrounded, even the Eastern Dragon Gang were arrested too.“Shit!” Marcus cursed, taking out his phone. His thumb quickly swiped across the screen before he pressed the phone to his ear, taking me farther away from the hospital.We crossed the road, pretending we were normal pedestrians, and two more police cars drove past us.“Hello?” Don Mateo's calm voice came from the phone.“Don, the Eastern Dragon Gang attacked us at the hospital! Someone tipped them that the Lady was visiting the hospital!” Marcus gritted his teeth. “My men are surrounded by the police. I need a second car to bring the Lady to the mansion.”My heart tightened at his words. I thought nobody knew I lived with Don Mateo!He promis
Oscar's POVPink's moans were like music to my ears. She was so sensitive and responsive to my touch that it took a lot of restraint not to pin her down and fuck the senses out of her. She was supposed to be beyond my reach. Someone I shouldn't want this way.Yet here I was, worshiping her body like the goddess she was. Her body trembled under my touch, every caress, every stroke, every pinch drew beautiful moans of pleasure from her luscious lips. And by the goddess, I wanted more. She smelled just like strawberries and roses, and I could get addicted to her scent forever.I kissed every inch of her skin, leaving no part abandoned until I got to the thighs. She was a writhing and moaning mess and the urge to show her pleasure that she had never experienced filled me. I would treat her better than Brian ever could.“A-alpha…” She whimpered as I bit down on her inner thigh, and I raised my head to look at her.“Call me by my name, Pink,” I muttered softly, kissing and sucking on her th
AlaricBlood. Darkness. War. Three things that define me, and so I live to invoke such fear in people, a means of having them crawl back to me."Rule with cruelty, wickedness, and valor, it's the only way to survive," he often says.Father, of course, and so I had to push myself beyond limits, slay as much as he desires just so he'd look at me, just so he accepts me.I deliver death on his behalf because some folks don't deserve life.Anyone who is a bother, meets their ancestors.However, having this little rat in my arms and how clingy she was in the early hours piques me.From the first day we met, she's been my frustration. Isn't she scared? She has never bowed to me, always tried her stupid, useless fight that turned me on.I should have killed this pathetic girl who appeared in front of me, almost dying from the poisonous snap of the fraea.But no, she's just another laboratory rat who will run wild and lose her sanity eventually.She'd end up killing herself, like the others.
Rosie's POVHe always wins and I'm left with no choice but to come along.The scent of the shampoo and styling products perfumed the bustling hair salon.I sat cocooned in a swivel chair, my head tilted back in surrender as a skilled stylist wove her magic on my dark.The mirror reflects my image a
Amelia's POV.The ride to the hospital felt longer than it should have been. Marcus drove in silence, his eyes occasionally flicking to the rearview mirror like he was checking for threats that didn't exist.I pressed my fingers against the window, watching the city blur past. My chest felt tight w
Rosie’s POV“Rosie, do you really have to leave?” My father asked as he stood at the corner of my room watching me pack my things. “We could find some other solutions here.”“Yes, my dear… please listen to your father. We can work harder and make a good living for the baby. You don’t have to run li
Amelia's POV.The ride to the hospital felt longer than it should have been. Marcus drove in silence, his eyes occasionally flicking to the rearview mirror like he was checking for threats that didn't exist.I pressed my fingers against the window, watching the city blur past. My chest felt tight w







