Clayton sat stiffly on his chair inside a small, quaint restaurant while rubbing the back of his head, where the clipboard Amarah hit him with, to ease the soreness he felt. He looked hardly at Matt, who went with them to prevent any further harm to him, trying to control his laughter over what happened.He looked across the table at Amarah. His Amarah, who just whacked him on the head with a clipboard that she had been holding since he followed her in to where she was being checked, as he was kissing her inside the clinic. The woman the damn doctor beside him said that she could not even hurt a fly and Clayton believed it. Right now, she is staring angrily at him, like daggers are shooting out of her eyes.Shocking Amarah with his bold action, Clayton held her by her chin as he bent down and kissed her deeply, sending her a message that he will make her his. She struggled from him but his hands on her waist and chin prevented her from doing that.Her full, red

“How many have recovered?”Clayton looked at his Beta grimly with his blood-shot eyes, tired and heavy from the border patrol that he has been dedicated in doing to protect his pack. Ever since he received news from his patrollers of threats from rouges, he had been so adamant in guarding the safety of his pack.It’s been more than three weeks since the threat to his territory had started. Clayton suspected that his brother might somehow had been behind these threats by allying the pack he had entered with other rogue packs. Apparently, hearing him survived that attack made him alternate his plans.Conrad is still set in overtaking the pack and take his place as the rightful alpha.“Most of them already did,” Liam assured as he looked at his friend carefully. “You look like shit, Clayton. Are you getting enough rest? Look, for the past five years, our pack has gotten stronger, and most had started fearing us. You made t

Clayton rubbed his eyes before opening them as the early morning rays of the sun went through the window the following day. He stared at the clock beside him and saw it read six thirty. He turned to his side and saw Erika, still sleeping comfortably beside him, her one arm draped across his flat stomach. He carefully took her arm off and sat up, leaning on the headboard quietly. He looked down at the woman who gave him some pleasure last night, no matter how good she was, she had never made him forget the woman with crystal clear, blue eyes that has been haunting him for the past weeks. Erika was on her knees, wearing a loose shirt, looking up at him seductively as she pleasured him with her mouth, one hand holding his while the other is loosely wrapped around his knee. Her head bobbed up and down as she continues heightening his pleasure. Clayton, sitting by the edge of her bed, brushed some hair off her face and watched her with hooded eyes. With his hands

Amarah made sure that she had securely locked the door to her apartment before heading towards the stairs to go down, early the following day. She looked towards Matt’s apartment unit and silently guessed that he must still be asleep, considering he had taken a double shift since Jacklyn had not come back yet.She went down the stairs carefully and pushed the glass door open, stepping out into the sidewalk and looked around her surroundings, where her neighbors are also starting on their day.“Good morning, Mr. Monroe!” She greeted with a wave at their cranky-old neighbor, Monroe Williams, who lives right across the street from their building, getting his paper from the mail. “It’s nice to see you here again!”“Get on with your day, lady,” Monroe grumbled, slamming his mailbox shut.Amarah smiled, shaking her head at his early crankiness.She looked at her watch and saw that she has more than an hour

Gavin Saville stopped on his tracks the moment he saw the welcoming sign that leads towards his home. He looked around the surroundings of the place he calls home ever since and a watched as his pack members went on with their daily activities. The members, the few numbers left, he had taken care of for the past fifty years and will eventually passed on the responsibility to his son, Nicholas.A somber smile appeared on his face at the thought of his son. Nicholas, who eventually will inherit the long-time predicament that the Saville family has been facing ever since his great-uncle Dimitri Saville incurred the wrath of the Moon Goddess.Because of Dimitri’s obsession that pack members with no wolves should be banished or become slaves, regardless of the status of the family, he had received the end of backlash and anger from other packs in the wolf-dom. Even the Lycan royal family, where they are related by marriage bonds had distanced themselves after that pro