4th update? I have lost count. I need sleep.
Cinnia narrowed her eyes when she noticed him taking surreptitious steps back and inching toward something in the shadows. She stretched out her hand and concentrated on lifting him off the floor with her mind just as she had been practicing. A smirk graced her lips at the panic in Jerome's eyes when he found himself floating against his will. "Surprise, father-in-law," She said, sarcasm dripping from her words. "What madness is this? Let me down this instant and speak to me like a mature adult!" Cinnia scoffed. "Like father like son." She shifted her hand to the side and threw him on his couch. He landed with a grunt but fluidly rose to his feet anyway. She had to give it to him, the man was still agile. "To answer your question, I'm here for your life." Cinnia gave a hand signal to Sophie to go out and put up a barrier around the apartment so that no one could get in or out. When Jerome raised both eyebrows and folded his arms across his chest, Cinnia could have sworn t
"Denzel, can you please talk to me? This silence between us is killing me." Cinnia knocked on the door of Denzel's office for the seventh time in two days. The rainy season rolled in close to a month after Cinnia finally avenged her parents. The weather perfectly matched the turmoil raging within her. Yet what she didn't know was that the harsh pounding of the storms was equivalent to the torment Denzel had been going through. Two days after the events in Paris, Cinnia realized how difficult it must have been for Denzel to watch her kill his father. She wasn't regretful of what she had done but it would be insensitive of her to not admit that she must have deeply hurt the one person that she was closest to in the entire world. However, in the days following the burial of Jerome which she didn't attend for obvious reasons, Denzel seemed to be avoiding her. He was always at his office, training with the pack members, poring over documents in his study, meditating in the solarium, sw
Maverick needed an escape from the tension that hung over the pack house like a dark cloud. That was why he was seated at a bar in L'Oréal letting the noise and bustle distract him from the problems he was sure to face back in his pack's territory. The whole Denzel-Cinnia situation was sucking the barely-there joy out of him. As much as he wanted to hate Cinnia—which he rightfully should since she committed one of the worst crimes imaginable—he sort of understood why she did what she did. He knew Denzel understood as well but it was too difficult to look past. Still too fresh in their minds. Maverick took another sip of his drink and was considering getting another when a scent hit his nostrils. "Please Goddess, no," He mumbled as he touched his forehead against the cool glass in his hand. "Not her of all people." Sophie craved a getaway. Ever since she was named Elder after Esther's death despite how young she was, it seemed like the fate of the world and the Darah Haven wit
Maverick contemplated the offer. She was a witch and he was a werewolf. They shouldn't even be talking pleasantly right then but there they were. A bottle of red wouldn't hurt, right? There was no reason they couldn't be civil despite the tension. It wasn't as if he was going to marry her. Hell, he didn't have a mate and he was convinced she wasn't his. Sophie witnessed the doubt flickering in his eyes and her cheeks flushed from embarrassment. To save herself from the humiliation of rejection, she cleared her throat. "It's totally fine if you don't want to. I understand. It doesn't really—" "A bottle of red sounds wonderful right now. I feel like my blood has turned to whiskey so it'll be nice to mix it up a bit," Maverick joked, finally snapping out of his many thoughts. "Oh. You're sure?" Sophie bit back a smile and looked down at her feet. 'Why am I shy? What's going on with me?' "Of course. Come on, just give me the directions to your hotel," Maverick said with a small
Gently, Maverick brought her to face him. "I agree. Maybe it's right and maybe it isn't. Why don't we find out rather than assume?" He suggested. Sophie bit her lip, conflicted. "I... You're a werewolf, Maverick. I'm a witch. This is—" "The same thing we all had a problem with when it came to my brother," Maverick finished off for her. "No." Sophie shook her head. "I'm just unsure." Maverick cocked his head to the side and moved closer to her. Their bodies pressed against each other's and he could hear the pounding of Sophie's heart against her ribcage. "I can smell your arousal, Sophie..." His tone was low, sinful. The alcohol on his breath, as he spoke mingled with hers as she gasped when his fingers danced along the waistband of her pleated mini skirt. Maverick shrugged off her jacket and tossed it to the ground. "You want this as much as I do, don't you?" He asked to be sure. Sophie pressed her lips into a thin line as she struggled to maintain eye contact with him. "N-no, I
Maverick was in the same space and breathing the same air as Cinnia. She blinked rapidly to be sure she wasn't seeing things. "Am I hallucinating or you're really in my room?" Cinnia asked the phantom before her who bore a striking resemblance to Maverick. This was the first time that Maverick came in close contact with Cinnia since the Paris incident and she was rightfully shaken. "Am I safe?" She scooted further into her bed. Maverick scoffed and rolled his eyes. He sat at the edge of her bed. "I can see the wheels in your brain going haywire. Relax. I don't plan to eat you." Cinnia squinted at him, unsure of his reasons. "Hm. Then why are you here?" Maverick pushed back the lump in his throat as he thought over how best to approach the situation. "Uh... Well—You see..." He cleared his throat. Cinnia raised an eyebrow. "Since when did you start stuttering?" "Can you just...be quiet and let me get to it?" He scolded. "Okay, okay. My bad." She raised her arms in surr
Cinnia was ready. She had dismissed all the staff after returning from shopping with Mya and had Mya request the other pack members except Kai and Maverick, to leave and return the next day. She spent hours in the kitchen preparing all of Denzel's favorite dishes and snacks—the ones she could anyway. Thankfully, Denzel was holed up in his study as usual so she didn't have to worry about him discovering what she had planned. "Cinnia, it's perfect. Stop fussing!" Mya giggled as Cinnia replaced one garnish that didn't look quite right on the platter, with another. "Yes... Relax. He may not openly show it but he's going to love it. Hell, I love it!" Kai encouraged her and patted her shoulder gently. "Pst. Maverick, say something!" Mya elbowed Maverick in the ribs, causing him to let out a sharp grunt. "Hmph. It's good. You've outdone yourself," He said simply then put on a tight smile. "You guys don't think it's too much?" Cinnia bit her nails as she observed every detail of the spre
Denzel stopped just before their lips could meet in the passionate kiss that Cinnia desperately craved. "What is it?" She breathed; angling her face nearer to his and eager for even his slightest touch. When he didn't respond, she wove her fingers into the softness of his hair and pressed her breasts against him. "Why are you holding back?" "I know what you're trying to do, Cinnia," Denzel said through gritted teeth. "Is it working?" Cinnia stretched her lips into a grin as she trailed her fingers through the tightly coiled strands of his hair. "Damn it, yes..." "Then why the hell are you resisting?" She blew out a breath and stepped back. "Do you not want me anymore? Has this enmity between us made you not desire me in the slightest?" Cinnia questioned while rubbing her hand against her belly. Denzel remained quiet. His silence frustrated her to the point that she rolled her eyes and picked up her fallen dress. "I knew this was a mistake. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have even