Chapter Twenty-six—A Monster or A Lover **ASHER** Her words felt like hot coal placed on my skin. “A monster?!!” I asked loudly, “Aurora just wai— “Don’t!” She warned, pointing the stick at me. It was amusing, seeing as it was useless against me, “Don’t come any closer!!” I sighed deeply, it was hard doing this. She already saw my true form, she was terrified of me, the other werewolf escaped and even worse she was in more danger than she realized. It attacked her in the open, not caring if I was there or not, which meant its imprint had moved on to obsession. One which wasn’t good for a human like her. “Please just let me explain,” I tried to beg her to see reason, “It’s not as bad as you— “It’s not as bad as I think?!!” She scoffed loudly, eyes almost wanting to protrude out of her sockets as she pointed her stick at a nonexistence, “You literally turned into a fucking animal!!!” “A werewolf.” I corrected. “Werewolf, demon, a wendigo
Chapter Twenty-five—Blackwood’s True form**ASHER** It was exactly as Reagan predicted. A wolf gone rouge. Whoever was behind this form was smart, very smart, hiding its scent with flowers so I couldn’t detect him. For a moment I could swear it was Saul, but this wasn’t his fighting style. Saul was more calculated, the werewolf in front of me was naive. Powerful, but naive all the same. I could smell human flesh in his claws and fangs, Aurora was just one victim. This wolf has killed before, multiple people. This was all the more reason I had to stop it. She saw me, in my half form. I could see the desperation and fear in her eyes, could hear her screams from rocks. I could sense the terror she felt seeing as I wasn’t human. I shut my eyes, taking one last breath before I opened it again. It would all be explained in due time, right now I needed to keep her safe. This wolf had imprinted on her, meaning it wouldn’t rest until she was dead. I had no intentio
Chapter Twenty-four—The Alpha’s Identity “What do I get in return?” He asked. I shrugged lightly, “I’ll give you the other painting.” “Free?” I hesitated for a moment and then broke a smile, “Yes. I’ll give it— “No,” he shook his head, “How much do you want for it?” I frowned deeply, my sense of pride slowly filing me, “What if I want to sell it for five grand? What will you— “Consider it done.” He said abruptly, “I’ll have a check written by tomorrow.” My eyes widened in disbelief. He really was as rich as I claimed. I gulped hard, my ever prideful self and shook my head, “You can have it. I don’t want your money.” I needed his money. I already quit my job and being an undiscovered artist in such a small town wasn’t enough. Madeline paid me good and with the food scraps I get from the restaurant, I was able to make a living and pay off my parents mortgage on the house. Now I only had my canvas going for myself, his m
Chapter Twenty-three—A mild reunion “Who??” The waiter standing in front of me asked. She wasn’t the blue eyed wonder who sparked passion inside of me, rather a frumpy redhead with the nastiest mole on the side of her neck. I frowned deeply, glancing around for any sign of Alice only to be met with nada. “Aurora,” I murmured, “She works here.” “Yeah I dunno about no Aurora. Started working here today myself.” She responded, her country accent as thick as a bowl of oats. My eyes narrowed. Something was afoot and just as I planned to get up, Madeline, the evil aunt according to Aurora moved outside. I followed her expeditiously till we got to the back of the diner, then she turned around sharply, “You’re here to murder me aren’t you?” I paused, for a moment I was amused at her sudden assumption, “Murder you?? I just want to know where Aurora is.” She scoffed, “You’re definitely the bastard she’s been whoring herself out to huh?
Chapter Twenty-two—When Two Souls Collide I crept my way back into bed. Sobbing quietly as I pressed hard against my pillow, it a matter of minutes it went damp from all my crying. I was tired, exhausted even and most of all—I missed him. Something was definitely wrong with me. This feeling of emptiness when I was away from him. It felt like I had merged with him or something, right after he took me into my first climax. What has he done to me? For him to crowd my every thought and very existence? My tears stopped immediately as I frowned deeply, I strode towards the kitchen which was only a few walks away to pour myself a glass of water. Thankfully my father left me this little condo, God knows what I would’ve done if Madeline laid her evil clutches on it and threw me out. I downed the full cup in one gulp, determined to get Asher out of my system I picked up an empty canvas laying by the corner. It was what I did best, painting. In pain, anger, joy, all I ever
Chapter Twenty-One—The Alpha’s affair(3) “Aurora??” I repeated, blinking rapidly. “Yes,” Dinah’s eyes narrowed as she walked up to an object, “The painting.” “What??” “Where’d you get it from?” She asked, pointing at the canvas hoisted on one of the chairs. I heaved a sigh of relief, for a moment I thought I was caught in the act with a human. I glanced in the direction of the painting and squirmed my lips, I had totally forgotten about the painting. It was a catalyst as to why Aurora was in my bed right now, I couldn’t help but smirk just thinking about it. “It was a gift.” I murmured. Dinah’s eyes sparked with curiosity, “A gift?” “Yes” I frowned, not wanting to press this any further or repeat myself. “It’s so beautiful,” She said as her hands caressed over the strokes, “Whoever did this sure knows her work.” She was good in bed too, I thought dirtily. A twinkle of amusement flashed through my eyes as I
Chapter Twenty—The Alpha’s Affair(2) Asher looked at me like he’d just seen a ghost when I asked who Dinah was. I’ve had my fair share of terrible men, one being wed to another woman and the mention of Dinah made my defenses rise up a protective wall. The feeling I felt. Jealousy? Envy? Curiosity? I wasn’t sure. I just wanted to know who Dinah was. “Dinah,” Asher frowned at his butler, “She’s here why?” “She informed you of your visit Master Asher, “ The old man glanced my way disapprovingly, almost like he loathed my presence, “You should get dressed. We wouldn’t want our guest witnessing such an inappropriate sight now would we?” It was like something clicked inside of me right after he left and Asher shut the door, “Yep. I’m never coming back here again.” He rushed over as I tried to reach for the door handle, “Aurora….” “He clearly hates me!” “Reagan hates everyone.” “Unfortunately he wishes I was dead,” I said w
Chapter Nineteen—The Alpha’s affair **AURORA** “Don’t go.” Asher murmured an hour later, his breath caressed my neck as our naked bodies laid next to each other. It felt nice being wrapped around by his big arms, I felt a cloak of warm protection around me, forgetting the danger I was in last night, and just relished in the moment of being so close to him. What hapoened between us, the merging of our bodies, it was unlike anything I’ve ever felt. He was gentle, too gentle even for my taste, soft and caring. His touch felt like being caressed by an outwardly being itself, each caress making my body dance to his tune. “I have to,” I murmured, “ I have a job remember?” He turned me around to face him. Colors of embarrassment rose in my cheeks as I felt shy for some reason. I wasn’t new to being with a man, but with Asher Blackwood it was different. I felt my body and soul dancing to a whole new song, one I didn’t think was possible. He touched me in pla
Chapter Eighteen—Identity(2) “I don’t know what to say.” He muttered, clearly evading my eyes. “You could start by telling me how this hosue exists.” I replied, glancing around. I still couldn’t believe it. Being in such an expensive manor, one which I’ve only seen in the magazines Madeline reads with her fake posh accent. How does it exist in Midnight Bay? Away from the prying eyes of the nosy townspeople?? Asher brushed past me to sit on the edge of the bed, “This place was built by my family generations ago.” “Generational wealth,” I murmured, “Perfect.” He frowned and I couldn’t help but be amused, hence the smile on my face, “I’m sorry. Go on.” He sighed deeply, “It’s really not concealed, just uphill.” I nodded in acknowledgment. The poeple of Midnight Bay were the superstitious kind and anything related to uphill, right across the woods, they tend to stay away. Probably why such a beautiful mansion went under the radar for so