I know there is no specific time for my daily uploads. It's because as a mom and a student/ researcher, it is hard to find one specific time to sit down. But I promise the uploads can be late but will always be daily. How do you think Dom and Iris' date is going so far?
Standing on the balcony of the Palace-like restaurant, Dom and Iris forgot the troubles of the past or planning for the future. All that remained was the present moment. The moment, where under the Milkyway, in front of the distant city lights, they tasted the nectar of each other's lips that they had been yearning for since their first intimate encounter. All Iris could think about was how Dom's strong arms enveloped her and held her delicately like some porcelain doll. All Dom could focus on was how his mate's plump lips tasted and how she allowed herself this moment. This intimate dance of lips and slight tongue was what their respective dragon and wolf had been yearning for since their first encounter. Iris felt her wolf howl just as Dom felt his dragon sigh in pleasure. When Dom and Iris had heard people talk about mates and the sense of completion it gave, they never truly realized it until now. Waiting for a mate and rejecting one were the emotions they had suffered respective
"Nothing happened?" Sussane exclaimed in disbelief. "I refuse to believe that with the dress I chose for you. Nothing happened but dinner!" Liliana declared. "You must think us to be idiots if you think we are going to believe that," Clara told. "Believe me, girls! The place was amazing, the food was amazing and we danced. That's it." Iris tried to make them believe it. "O so we are supposed to believe that you guys returned after midnight without even a kiss?" Sussane asked. "She does think of us as idiots," Liliana declared. "Guys!" Iris helplessly exclaimed, but these girls were stubborn. And they might've made Iris produce the whole truth if a servant hadn't interrupted them. "Apologies for the disturbance but, Alpha has requested a private audience with Lady Hanson." That announcement made all four girls' eyes pop. Sussane's attitude changed in a blink as she excitedly repeated "Ooh! Private audience!" "And she says nothing happened!" said Clara, then asked Iris, "If noth
Knock! Knock! Lady Marie sat knitting in her room as she heard Dom knock softly on her door. She put away her knitting materials and allowed Dom to enter. She smiled instantly at the sight of her Grandson, who looked a lot like his father. Lady Marie tapped the place next to her on the comfortable divan she was sitting on and Dom smiled at his grandmother and sat beside her. In his heart, he knew some serious words were going to be exchanged because Lady Marie occasionally asked him to sit close and it had always been on important matters, especially the ones that involved him personally with the Dargon family. "Hey, Nana! I see you have started knitting again." He tried to start the conversation when she had sat silently for five minutes. "That! Oh yes, yes. For my great-grandchildren." She hinted at the topic of conversation, to which Dom awkwardly nodded. Lady Marie then looked directly at him and asked softly, "Do you know why I have called you here today, Alfonso?" She used hi
"So, what is your idea of a perfect proposal?" Since brunch time, when Clara asked Iris to have a heart-to-heart with her, she'd had so many crying and laughing sessions and Clara had turned out to be the elder sister that Iris never had. She had opened up to someone finally and spoke about her fears and troubles and everything that had burdened her for so long. After some good periods of stress release and outbursts of emotions of all sorts, the conversation had randomly turned this way and Iris found herself imagining if she ever had a chance to get proposed. What would she prefer to be 'The dream' or 'Ideal proposal'? Her answers revolved around something intimate yet classy, something memorable and close to the heart yet like nothing ever before. The conversation soon turned to other unimportant and silly topics that did the job of cheering her up. There were tons of things Iris needed to get off of her chest and Clara had materialized at the perfect time to become the trustee I
"I want to see Y, today!" declared a very determined Iris to her astonished mate. Yesterday had been a very long day. And the night seemed longer. But when Iris woke up the next morning, she felt cocooned in a fresh warm feeling. The feeling of walking on clouds and being accepted, having a family and a place to call home, knowing you are loved and can finally look ahead at the future and plan for it. It was an exhilarating set of emotions and Iris felt high on them. It was like a thousand light bulbs were turned on simultaneously and chased the darkness away from her. The events of the past night were still fresh in her mind. She wasn't sure if she'd ever be able to forget. Iris remembered feeling tense and like having to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders, but then Dom had taken it all away. He had given her privacy and intimacy and a magical night. The proposal was so natural and heartfelt that it made her cry then and there. Later, Dom told her about announcing the e
Dom found his mate curled up into a small sobbing ball in the corner of the very tunnel he didn't want her to go near. But instead of entering, she collapsed on the corner before letting out all her emotions. He slowly approached her to avoid startling her. Within safe distance, he slowly called out to her. Calling her name softly to get her attention and when he did, her reaction shocked him and made him even angrier at the starving werewolf he had left in the cell. Iris looked at who had followed her and seeing it was Dom she screamed at him to 'Stay away!' Her reaction confused him. Why won't she let him help her and calm her down? Didn't she want to get out of the stinking dungeons? Why wasn't she allowing him, her mate, and her fiancé to aid her? But he was a persistent man and he needed his mate to be safe and mentally healthy. He needed to know if she would be alright or if a serious psychiatrist's help was required. So he got closer to her, to which she reacted by scooting a
"I was bitten by a werewolf!" Iris confessed. Confused, Dom asked, "Wait. So how are you alive? Werewolf bites are lethal. The venom is fatal, even in the tiniest amount." Iris smiled at him sadly, Iris smiled at him sadly, "Everything in nature has an antidote, Dom. Nothing is made without its counter." "So what is a wolf's bite's counter? How was a wolf born inside you? I have never seen or heard of anything of this sort in my entire life of two millennia!" Dom asked curiously. "You are double my age?" Iris exclaimed. Dom gave her an exasperated look, "That is what you gathered?" Dom gave her an exasperated look. She gave a breath of an almost laugh and Dom's eyes softened. "I am glad you are feeling better." Iris looked down, almost guiltily. Dom quickly made her look up with a tender finger pushing her chin up to meet his eyes. "Hey! It's okay. Your reaction was justified. Given what you have been through, no one is going to blame you. Stop feeling bad about anything. I am h
Iris couldn't breathe. This difficulty with breathing was the thing that woke her up. She felt like a huge weight had been put to pressurize her chest and inhibit her breathing. It was too much and she was suffocating. She opened her eyes to the glistening skin of a man in morning sunlight filtering through the wall-sized glass window. That is when the familiar intoxicating scent hit her. Yesterday's events that led her to sleep in Dom's bed, wrapped in his arms, ran through her head. After everything that happened, it was the current circumstances that made heat rise to her cheeks. That is when she realized it was his buff arm wrapped around her that was making it hard for her to breathe. For a second, till realization, the view was so naughtily mesmerizing, that she forgot to breathe and fantasized about waking up to this scenery every day. She tried to move his arm or at least shift a bit so she could breathe. She decided to lie in bed, enveloped in her mate's scent and strong pr