AS I looked into Luther’s eyes, my emotions ran wild. My breathing rate sped up. At the same time, there was a pang of nervousness surging inside me. What is this? It was not like it will be our first time kissing each other. “Right now?” I stuttered and inwardly cursed myself for it. He smiled. This time, it reached his eyes. And when I saw that, I felt the blood rushing into my cheeks, making me feel flustered when I shouldn’t have. Kissing was just a small touch between the lips. No big deal. “Yes, wife,” he answered while stroking my left cheek. “Right now. May I?” I snorted. “It’s not like you asked for permission when you kissed me before.” “Then I will not ask for permission again. For future reference, my darling wife, this is how your husband wants to be comforted,” Luther said before he tilted his head. He grabbed the back of my head and locked his lips with mine. As soon as I felt his warm and soft lips, his emotions flooded into me: resentment, anguish, and longing. R
“IS SOMETHING wrong?” I asked Suzanna when I caught her wiping her tears after she saw me wearing the red strapless long gown she delivered to me. I applied a light make-up on my face and tied my hair with a gold clip which was included in the box Luther had sent for me. I only left a few curly strands on my face.The only thing left to do now was to wear the four-inch red stilettos.“Forgive me, ma’am. I’m just happy that you’re here, that when something so terrible happened to the Boss’ family, you were with him. He listens to you. And you could stop him from caving into the darkness. When we talked a while ago, he told me that his safety pin is right by his side so he couldn’t allow himself to shatter,” Suzanna explained. “The Boss never smiles. If ever he does, I could tell that he was only faking it. But with you, no matter how heartbreaking the situation is, he could still give a real smile. You changed him.”“How can you be sure that it’s because of me when you told me that Lut
(Luther)IF THERE was one thing that I learned through our nine-day marriage, it was the fact that Alexandra was a chronic liar. She lies all the freaking time. She lies about her feelings most especially. When she says that she doesn’t like one thing, it was the opposite.I knew because she was like a reflection of my own self. We were getting closer now. Still, when she said she would take me down, if I was not too quick to see her lies through her eyes, there was a chance I would believe that she would really do that since whatever feeling she holds in her eyes could vanish in a split second.It was always a race. If a person next to her was too slow, he wouldn’t be able to catch on.Come to think of it. We are the king and queen of lies. But I stopped lying when I lived with her. She started lying when she lived with me. With Alexandra, I always have to be fast, to be careful so there would be no more room for misunderstanding. There were rare moments when she allowed her guard d
(Alexandra)“I DO NOT remember inviting you here,” Senator Guerrero told Luther as he blocked our path when we were in the hallway. His guards all stood behind him while pointing us their guns.The guests who were supposed to head inside the function room all stopped to watch the drama.Luther shrugged. “And here I thought my invitation just got lost somewhere that’s why I invited myself and my wife, too, thinking that you would be happy to see me. You are hurting my feelings, Senator. Are you sure you can afford to do this, though?” He smoothened the Senator’s collar. “If you insist on pointing your weapons toward me and insulting me in front of my wife, then you’d give me no choice but to play rough as well. I let my beloved Alexandra come with me after she made a promise never to tell a word about this auction to any wolf. She also promised to buy all the wolves in whatever price you offer. They have the money. You have everything to gain and nothing to lose, Senator. Think wisely.
LUTHER grimaced. “Just what kind of husband do you see me as? I didn’t marry you only to kill you, Mrs. Sinclair.” I raised my chin. I knew that this man was capable of hurting me, but he wouldn’t do that. I am sure of that now. Still, I went on because I found his reactions funny. “Then why did you marry me, Mr. Sinclair?” “To protect you. You are always the one protecting others, Alexandra. As strong as you may be, you still need someone to protect you, too, and to just be there for you when life gets unbearable. I… could be that person if you will have me.” My heart went into overdrive. Right now, I was relieved that Luther was different, that he couldn't hear my heartbeat the way I could hear his. Otherwise, he would have teased me about it. He cleared his throat when he didn’t get a reply from me. “By the way, I don’t believe that Anthony is the last wolf they have tonight. When my team scouted the area, they saw a black door. And apparently, it would lead to the basement alt
ANTHONY had dropped on the floor with his knees while weeping. In the end, his own father’s guards were the ones who shot him.“I’m sorry, Dad. I was wrong,” Anthony whispered while blood was pouring down from different parts of his body. He fell beside his father and tried reaching out to hold his hand. “Would you believe me if I say that I did all those terrible things because I was waiting for you to notice me? And you finally noticed me tonight, Dad. You’ve always been blaming me for not being good enough no matter how much I tried, always comparing me to my brothers. While you brag about them, telling the world how much you love them, you hide me out of shame. Until the very last minute, I didn’t hear you say you love me. But tonight, I felt your love although it was too late. I love you too, Dad. In our next life, if I get to be your son again, I will be good. I will make you proud,” he whispered before closing his eyes.The guests became more desperate to flee that they were be
LUTHER’S efforts, his honesty, his vulnerability which he only seems to reveal in front of me, his guts, his heart: scarred but bold, I found all of them attractive. Tonight, he made sure that no threat will ever reach me. He lets me fight because he knew I could win.When I look at him, I could see this strange faith he had in me. I didn’t even know where it came from. And if ever I don’t win, he would be behind me as if to make sure that I would still achieve victory.Like the wolves that we saved, Luther was wounded, too. I couldn’t see his wounds. But I knew they exist. Somewhere in his heart, I knew they were there. It was just sad that the cause of his wounds were not his enemies, but his own family. And this battle will keep scarring him.As we go on, the more he fights, the more he finds out the truth, the greater and bigger his wounds will be. He knew that. Still, the determination in his eyes didn’t fade away.Because like me, he wanted to see this through until the end.“I
(Alexandra)“IT’S GOING to hurt at first. But hey, you will be okay,” I heard Luther whisper to the little girl in the backyard. I think she was about nine to ten years old. The other kids were in the garden. I could hear their sheer laughter as they play with Beatrix, Kenji, and other volunteers.She was the only child who didn’t join the activities we laid out for the children here in Saint Vincent orphanage. I heard from the staff that this girl with brown curly hair just arrived two days ago. Her mother left her here and since then, she hadn’t talked to anyone, even to the staff, and was just quietly waiting for her mother’s return.To my surprise, Luther came to her with a big teddy bear in his hand and sat next to her. For the past days, we had been active in things like this. While the elites were attacking each other, we decided to lie low. They knew that Luther had turned his back on them completely, but things were okay for now since what happened at the auction house had ma