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
“What are you doing here?” Grandma Aubrey interrupted, walking in. Braylon was disturbed by her presence, he quickly got to his feet, clearing his throat. She turned to Imogen, ignoring Braylon’s presence. “Are you alright?” she asked worriedly. “I’m fine now. I’m sorry to have made you worried. I didn’t mean to disturb you and thank you for saving my life,” she apologised and Braylon scoffed. “Isn’t that what you wanted too?” he mumbled enough for Imogen to hear. Grandma Aubrey knows her grandson very well. With Imogen shooting him a disgusting look, she knew he was trying to pull her legs. Respecting the presence of an elder in front of her, Imogen ignored Braylon and focused on her, forcing a smile on her face. When he noticed this, Braylon moved close to her and pinched her softly. She did flinch but didn’t move an inch and continued to smile at Grandma Aubrey. Braylon wasn’t satisfied with her reaction then he decided to pinch her harder and she cr
Oliver walked in slowly, noticing the faded blood stain on the edge of a rug that was not well cleaned. He didn’t want Camiona to find out that he had noticed. He set his eyes on her instead. Camiona stylishly got rid of the blood stain on her face and hid her hand before he could see her face. There was no way he wouldn’t notice them, there were still traces of blood stains on her face.She smiled faintly as Oliver planted a kiss on her forehead like everything was okay between them. Oliver smiled back at her but the smile couldn’t last for a second, a frown took over his face as he looked into her eyes. “Who did you kill this time?” he asked softly like it was nothing serious.Camiona at first didn't digest what he just asked her. But when she did, it was too late to deny, Oliver had pulled out her folded hands behind her, that she had hidden to disclose the fact from him. Camiona raised her brows with her head held high, she looked at Oliver back in the eyes. “I had to teach him
Imogen walked down to where Oliver was standing, smirking and shooting him a scornful look. In which Braylon was ironically seen as an exciting look. Even though he claimed that he had no feelings for her, a part of him was still burning in jealousy. Oliver didn't get to see any of Imogen's expressions, he was just there standing with his arms akimbo placed on his waist. They both headed towards a spacious area while Braylon secretly followed scurrying through the stairs before he finally got out. Getting to the training area, Oliver stopped for a second having heard a foot step following from behind. He already recognized that it was Braylon. He ignored and turned to Imogen who was barely suspecting anything. "So what are you planning on helping me with?" she asked, bouncing on her toes. Deep down, she was nervous about finding out what her powers were and using it for what she thought was her first time. "First, Yoga," he said, smiling. Imogen got infur
“I’m so sorry dear, I didn’t mean to startle you. I thought you’d like some cookies she apologised,” Imogen sighed with relief and pulled her into a warm hug. Grandma Aubrey gave her a little squeeze and freed her from the hug. She smiled warmly and took her leave. She was still at the door when she heard murmurs from somewhere close. She opened the door slightly to see Braylon and Camiona at the hallway discussing, standing a bit close to each other and exchanging death glances like sworn enemies. Camiona’s hatred towards the alpha was well known by everyone in the pack. Even Braylon himself was aware. Her behaviour towards him was not surprising.Her eyes fell on Imogen’s as she looked over from Braylon. She smirked and looked back at Braylon. “Wasn’t aware you found yourself a beautiful mate,” she mocked with the intention of revealing Imogen’s feeling towards Braylon, she wanted to clear the doubt about her own mate. It was a selfish move but she didn’t care
Imogen shot him a disgusting look and wiped off her teary face. He walked up to her and couldn’t even look into her eyes. She was completely disgusted by his presence. She looked the other way and tried to clear off the drop of tear forming in her eyes. “I’m sorry for accusing you wrongly,” he apologised. Just as Imogen walked off and ran to Braylon’s room skipping through the stairs. Braylon at that moment didn’t know what to do or say, he was just standing there and looking like an idiot. Only the thought of going to meet the consequences of his action makes him feel like an idiot since they now share a room. He sighed, exchanging glances with Grandma Aubrey. “You should go settle things with her,” she advised. He nodded and walked up the stairs. He got to his room and turned the doorknob to Imogen, backing her things back to her box. “That wasn’t a great idea in the first place,” he said while Imogen ignored him and continue
Imogen fell with her butt to the ground. She cringed backwards as a shadow loomed towards her, eating up her entire figure. Her heart was throbbing heavily as it approached closer and closer. It finally stopped to show the ugly, creepy looking figure carved out of the reflection of the moon. Not at that moment could she shed tears and likewise it was of no use.The figure glared at her, its eyes suddenly becoming soft and warm. It walked over to her and scouted down in front of her. She was on the other hand, shivering and almost crying. Its claws reached her chin while a drop of tears rolled off her eyes. it could feel her breath as it stared into her eyes and her warm breath. It could also feel her fear every time she darted at its eye and tried to escape her gaze. “The owner?” it asked as she finally looked back at her. Her eyes were wide open but not surprised because it wasn’t the first time she experienced being called The Owner. ‘What she thinks I’m The
‘After all this while, a normal human with incredible and disastrous powers? The madman at the party? Numerous attacks? I’m just f**king realising that she is the owner, what it meant by not rising our curse is that’ “she is the owner!” Braylon thought as he couldn’t help but mutter his last sentence.Oliver looked confused. He neither could understand the situation nor could he understand what Braylon was saying. “Braylon? What is going on?”Braylon looked at him puzzled, stunned at the same time. “The reason why I couldn’t use my powers. I mean, the curse that was imposed on the alphas. She…. she can lift that curse,” “Wait, that means…Oh! My! God! The last heir to the Crawford…. Imogen Crawford,” he replied within the period of time his memory flashed back to the hospital. He had seen her name on her identity card, also at her house on her award crystal. “Now I know exactly why she’s like that,” Braylon said.