Braylon started the message when everyone gathered around. Imogen was a few meters away from him with Camiona standing next to her, they both exchanged irritating glances before focusing on what Braylon had to say. “Everyone had tons of memories here, both good and bad memories. But the Quarians are back, they are after us. In two days, they will surround this place. We have to start moving as soon as possible, we have to make things fast, the prediction may be faster than predicted.”Braylon announced as the crowd was very disturbed at the same time sad to leave the mansion. He dismissed the crowd and walked past Imogen like she was invisible. She smirked and turned to head to her room when Camiona’s voice stopped her. “I knew you would bring bad luck to this place the moment you stepped into this mansion,” she said. Imogen didn’t exchange glances or look back at her. She decided to walk on and ignored her. Camiona shot her a dead glar
Braylon walked onto Camiona after Imogen’s final disappearance. He put on a serious face and looked into her eyes suspiciously. She noticed this and started to avoid his gaze. “I see you’ve come to see her off,” he said. On the other hand, trying to figure out the range between her and Imogen. Camiona hesitated for a while trying to hide her true self but the obnoxious words that silently slipped out of her tongue “B***h!” wasn't able to. “Yeah, she’s our guest at least,” she managed to say. Arrogantly staring back at him, “I should see her off,” she added.Braylon was more doubtful. He knew her response spoke a lot for a reason that he was clearly sure of. Everyone knew Camiona was capable of doing anything since her father was the alpha of a pack. Not only was she mated to Oliver because he was her mate but to maintain peace between the two packs. She walked off while Braylon suspiciously stared at the sight of her leaving. He beckoned to one of the
Braylon found her strange, he frowned his brows and looked at her eyes once again. It was pleading desperately for his affection. He cleared his mind and decided to lie in bed with her. He raised up the blanket and she moved in a little. She rested her head on his chest as soon as his head reached the pillow and wrapped her arms around him.Braylon found this strange like it was nothing he had done before, he played along by wrapping an arm around her shoulders to hold her more tightly to him. She adjusted within his arms till she found comfortability and slowly closed her eyes. Oliver slightly opened his eyes. His vision was blurry and his healing wound made him grunt in pain. His head went tinnitus for a moment before he finally regained his vision. His breathing was heavy and difficult to control. He attempted to move from his current position when he realised his both hands were being tied to a pillar upwards. He grunted as the pain increased. He had already become pale having l
Braylon took Imogen’s hand off his chest just when she fell deeply asleep. Carefully, he got out of the blanket and got to his feet. He silently walked out of the room and locked the door behind him. He removed the keys and swung it around his figures while walking down the hallway. He headed to his room humming in achievement. He opened his door slowly and shut it behind him. He flung the key to a corner of the room just when he saw a figure in front of him sitting seductively on a side of his bed. He looked at her with devouring eyes as he tore his white shirt into pieces, the buttons detached forcefully and rolled to different places.Exposing his six muscular abs, he ran his fingers through his hair and breathed heavily like he had run from some meters away. The figure removed her hat and swung her hair backwards, she crossed her leg and smiled seductively at Braylon just as he got on top of her and pinned her to the bed.She giggled at his touch. Braylon planted a kiss on her f
Imogen was surprised to see a complete clone of Oliver in front of her. She was stunned and scared thinking she had just got caught by a quarian. She was trembling inside her. She was scared as to what will happen to her now that she has been caught. The clone was a clear version of Oliver. There wasn’t any visible difference between the real Oliver and the clone. His lips, brows, eyeballs and facial expressions were all the same. She, on the other hand didn’t think of him as a clone but as a Quarian who just caught her in the act.But one thing she was not sure of was the fact that he looks at her the way Oliver does. That on one side gave her reassurance that he was not a quarrian. This still confuses her of his real identity. She looked back at Oliver and back at the clone confusingly. “Who the f**k are you?” she hummed forcing his hand off her mouth and released herself from his tight grip against her left arm. The figure breathed and removed his hand from her mouth. He placed th
“Are you toying with me? Now you’ve got some splitting powers. Your tricks aren’t gonna work on me, I’m going to save Oliver no matter what,” Imogen blurted, without giving the clone a chance to speak, he was there struggling to have his chance to speak. He was frustrated and confused.She attempted to take a step but the new version of Oliver didn’t move an inch, she bumped into him for the second time. Instead of looking up at him, she looked at the clone instead with so much frustration in her voice. “Seriously? Are you gonna keep doing this? Out of my God damn way!” she scowled. “That’s not me, I swear,” He finally managed to say. “What do you mean it’s not you?” “He’s definitely one of them,” “Who are you talking to?” The new version of Oliver scowled furiously. Imogen didn’t exchange glances with him, not even did she notice his expression. She threw her hands up in annoyance almost hitting his face. “Your twin right th
The maid dashed into the woods running as fast as she could just as Imogen was right behind her, following her closely. She was determined to get rid of her. The urge of getting rid of her was boiling inside her. She wasn’t in her right senses any more. Not even could she recognise anyone at the moment, her main focus was getting rid of the maid. Her eyes were still blue and devilish.The maid continuously checked for her as she ran to the extent of sweating her whole life out and using her werewolf powers likewise Imogen was no joke either, she was faster than she ever thought she would be.In the process of trying to escape from Imogen, the maid lost the sight of her and bumped into a hard solid chest which made her fall to the floor cringing backwards and panting in terror. She was terrified and afraid thinking that Imogen was in front of her. A drop of tear rolled down her cheeks as she almost pee in her pants, she screamed at the thought of it without looking up to who was in fron
Imogen opened her eyes slightly and sat up to see Braylon sleeping on a chair next to her. A smile formed across her face at the sight of him sleeping peacefully. At the moment, her eyes scrutinised every part of his body, remembering his look alike she saw at the quarian’s. Everything about him was different. She could pick out the part that he was more handsome and charming. Even while sleeping, she could tell that he was real. Overwhelmed with the feeling of wanting to touch him, she slowly uncovered herself from the blanket just as she noticed that her dress was changed into an armless free short gown. She walked close to Braylon and locked her fingers into his as her other hand did justice in caressing his handsome face without interrupting his sleep. When she noticed he could wake up if she had gone any further, she slowly withdrew from him, forgetting that her fingers were still locked with his. She was held back by his firm grip. She looked back to see his eyes closed. Imo