Sophie turned away, refusing to meet Cinnia's burning gaze. Lips pursed in annoyance, Cinnia sat up and Mya hurriedly propped some pillows up at her back to let her rest against them. "Thank you, Mya. Since Sophie won't answer my question then you have to. I always feel like I'm out of the loop. What's happened and where's Denzel?" Mya pinched Sophie hard causing her to flinch and whirl to face her. "What?" "You're supposed to answer, witch." Sophie narrowed her eyes at her instead. Mya rolled her dark eyes, shook her head, and forced a smile onto her face, then she placed a hand over Cinnia's. "Denzel stepped out with Kai to discuss something important. He has been here since you fainted...at least, that's what I gathered. I was busy training some of the pups but I came as soon as I could." Cinnia nodded slowly. "Oh... Alright then. Thank you for being here." Her hand rubbed her belly slowly, almost dreamily. Her movements stopped after a while of awkward silence. "Sophie, what
Denzel whistled under his breath when Cinnia twirled in front of him, displaying her outfit which she had picked out from the clothes that Denzel had purchased. She decided to change from her usual grunge and tomboy aesthetic to a more elegant and classy look. "Damn, Princess, I didn't think you could get any more gorgeous but look at you." Denzel grabbed Cinnia's hand and pulled her flush against his chest. Cinnia let out an ecstatic giggle and wrapped her hands around his shoulders. He nuzzled the crook of her neck, inhaling her perfume. "Thank you, darling! You clean up quite nicely." Cinnia stood on the tips of her toes, her mouth directly against his ear. "It's taking all my self-control to not rip off your clothes right now. She dragged his earlobe through her teeth, smirking in satisfaction when she felt Denzel's arm tense around her waist. Cinnia pulled away to face him, stifling a pleased smile at the lustful look in his green eyes. "So, where's our first stop on this tou
"You know when you mentioned that you owned the shooting range, I didn't think you also owned a mobile phone brand," Cinnia said in awe as she happily restored all her backed-up information from her previously crushed phone into the new one Denzel got for her while he drove her to a fair in Mist View, a town two hours away from Lunar Crest. After leaving the range, Denzel spirited Cinnia away to a local gadget store which she later discovered from the near panicked and overly dutiful behavior of the staff, that it was an outlet of a company owned by Denzel. Later on, while Cinnia was still in awe, he had gotten her credit cards replaced before blocking the old ones that were probably lying somewhere where the blood demons had kept her. "What? Because I'm a Lycan, I can't have businesses?" Denzel glanced at Cinnia out of the corner of his eye, his lips holding back a laugh, and his hand caressing the inside of her thigh making the events at the shooting range very hard to forget. Ci
"Fuck!" Denzel slammed his hands on the steering wheel after bringing the car to a stop. "Stay here, Princess." "But I—" Cinnia tried to protest but Denzel's look had her sitting back with an exasperated huff. Denzel coughed at the smoke billowing from the back tires of the car. His eyes searched the lonely road but came up empty. There was no one there. However, when he reached the spot he had swerved past, a familiar scent filled his nostrils. "He's an Alpha. I caught the scent," Denzel announced to Cinnia when he entered the car. "Yet, there are no Alphas in this area." "None?" Cinnia questioned. "How can that be anyway? Aren't all the Alphas under your leadership? Why would any of them want to stalk and endanger us?" "He isn't under a pack. That I am sure of." "How do you know that? Maybe he is a traitor or something!" Cinnia argued. Denzel sighed and turned on the engine. As he drove, he asked, "What was he wearing? The man on the road?" "A grey hoodie. I'm very sure he i
Cinnia perceived a warm breath on her face. She smiled softly. 'Was Denzel back already?' However, it was puzzling. Cinnia knew she could not have been asleep for long. She had felt dizzy that afternoon while out on a walk with Mya after Denzel left to oversee some business and meet with the Alphas of two other packs; familiarizing herself with the massive compound, the borders, and the pack members who had thankfully stopped gazing at her like she was an alien from another planet. Though the older Epsilons—the most respected elder wolves—of the pack were wary of her and refused to come close, the younger ones were enthralled by her duality. Later on, two Thetas joined in the tour, teaching her about the lands, hunting grounds, and a bit of the history of the Nightfall pack. For some reason, they declined to talk about the witches' involvement when Cinnia asked. Cinnia quickly won over the Thetas, younger Epsilons, and the pups who began following her about despite their mothers' w
Cinnia stared at herself in the mirror in Denzel's room which she felt she could be calling their room but it did not seem quite right just yet. She smoothed down her floor-length dress and turned this way and that, admiring the fitting of the gown that Denzel had insisted a designer make. It was the night of the Charity auction gala and Cinnia's nerves were all over the place. If Denzel's intuition was right, they would be able to find someone from the blood demons, hopefully, their Alpha. She still wasn't exactly sure of what Denzel planned to do once they received the message containing the coordinates and if she were to be honest with herself, some part of her did not want to be aware of it. That part wanted to simply enjoy a night out with her mate without a creepy occurrence or a looming threat to worry about. Cinnia inhaled sharply and let out her breath slowly. She cracked her neck to the side, grabbed her coat, squared her shoulders, and sauntered out of the room to Denzel
Cinnia felt her legs spasm the second Denzel plunged his fingers into her quivering core again. This time, she didn't stop the noises that came."Not an answer to my question, Princess," Denzel continued. He changed the rhythm of his movements as he watched her face, figuring out what made her quake from sheer pleasure while she was fighting a losing battle for control."The...gala...we...oh, please, please, Denzel... Please." Tears seeped from her eyes. Cinnia wrapped an arm around Denzel's neck as the pressure built up in her. This was not her first time with Denzel so she wondered how it could feel so...different.Their first meeting was passion-driven with her having most of the dominance she usually preferred but now, it had slipped out of her hands, and to her dismay, she did not want to do anything about it.Cinnia clenched her walls around Denzel's fingers, wanting more, needing more from him but he was torturing her instead. He would curve his fingers and twist them in agonizi
"Going once, going twice..." The auctioneer paused, glancing around to see if anybody could match Denzel Montgomery's bid. When he found no one, he called out, "Sold to the Lycan king!" He banged his gavel against the sound block. Cinnia clapped along with the others as Denzel set down his number plate. Much of the night had been like that. Pieces of art were brought out and purchased by those who bid the highest, then they would choose the charity organization where they wanted the proceeds to go. Denzel had chosen to donate to a human-owned orphanage since werewolves always took care of their own whether they had parents or not. She noticed how offended he was at the mere mention of the foster care system and how some humans badly treated each other. Cinnia had seen his relationship with his pack. Even the omegas were treated with respect though they were the lowest in rank. The dislike she had felt for all werewolves was diminishing the more she spent time with Denzel. There were