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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
The air around Cinnia was permeated with the scent of death. It threatened to choke her out. Then, it was as gone as abruptly as it came. Cinnia squinted into the darkness surrounding her on each side as she took tremulous steps forward. Specters whispered incomprehensible words at her while they glided about her, blending with the darkness so she couldn't see them but she could perceive them. It brought shivers across her entire body. She wanted to call out for Denzel but her voice failed to erupt from her lips. She kept walking further into the darkness, hoping to find some glimmer of light that would signal an escape. It seemed like she had walked for hours with no end in sight. No hope. No way out of the suffocating darkness that shrouded her. Just as she was about to give up and crumble to the ground beneath her, something flashed before her eyes. Bright red. Dripping. Cinnia took several steps back, preparing to run from whatever the thing was that made her heart pound
"Hello?" Cinnia said into her phone. Normally, she wasn't one to pick up calls from anonymous numbers but inexplicably, she found herself doing so. As if the call was a magnet, drawing her to tap the answer button without a thought. There was heavy breathing on the other end. One that almost seemed too familiar. The exact breathing pattern of the corrupt man from her vision, dream, or whatever it was. Cinnia bit her lip and paused the preparation of the omelet she was making around six a.m. that morning. She scratched the inside of her palm as she awaited a response. Yet, there was nothing. So, Cinnia braced herself to speak once more. "He-hello?" She choked out. She shut her eyes, hating the way her voice cracked. That was a weakness she didn't want the caller to notice. "Good morning. I hope your meal turns out great," The caller said. Cinnia's eyes darted from side to side in fear. She gulped, turned off the stove, and began slowly backing to the stairs. Denzel was upstair
Cinnia drummed a beat on the oak table in front of her as she sat in the library of the packhouse waiting for Denzel to return with the books he had spoken of earlier. She was lost in thoughts that were scattered in different directions but all related to a particular name. Sebastian. Sebastian. Sebastian. His name rang out in her head repeatedly and she caught herself drumming even more harshly on the table till her fingertips started to hurt. She flattened them and crossed one leg over the other. Cinnia was an avid reader. At least, when she wasn't moving from place to place like a nomad during her years on the run, she derived peace in many hobbies including burying her nose in the pages of both fiction and non-fiction though she much preferred the beauty of fiction. However, she had never come across the word 'Vampire' even in the many paranormal romance novels she had read. In the few horror books she had come across, they only spoke of monsters, creatures that go bump in the n
"Are we ever going to go to New Orleans without being on a mission? When I put it on my bucket list, I didn't mean for it to be this way," Cinnia complained on their flight. She was still a bit sleepy since Denzel had made her wake up right before dawn to head to the airport. They were traveling alone even though Mya and Kai had wanted to tag along for extra protection but Denzel had instructed them not to because they were merely going for research purposes, not a war or a mission that required stealth or an army. So, Maverick, along with Mya and Kai, was to manage the pack affairs and businesses till they returned. A piece of information that Denzel still hadn't confirmed yet. "I didn't mean for it to be like this either." Denzel reached over and caressed her knee. "Trust me, there's nothing I want more than to fulfill your every wish but circumstances have made things this way." Cinnia let out a deep sigh. "I'm sorry. I've been so irritated with this whole thing. I'm exhausted