Third Person Amanah and Miall sat next to each other on the couch as they awkwardly stared at the screen. Amanah tightly clutched the toss pillow, embarrassed by her actions from earlier on. This is not how she expected it to turn out. All her boldness has dissipated. She turned to look at Miall, and he was already staring back at her; surprised by this, she turned back and stared at the opaque screen. Fuck, has he been staring this entire time? She thought to herself. Miall kept his stare trained on Amanah, studying all the little details. A beauty mark right at the corner of her eye. Her lashes were long, and would kiss the top of her cheeks whenever she blinked. The way she sucked in her cheeks and blew them out while pouting her plump lips. Miall cocked his head to the side and spread out his arms on the couch; Amanah folded her legs underneath her and clutched the pillow even tighter. "Are you hungry?" Miall asked lowly, and Amanah looked at him from underneath her eyelashe

My heart beat roughly against my chest as I stared at those huge bronze doors; who is able to open those anyway? Maybe this was a mistake. I can't remember anything for the life of me. The role of a leader is to be a big meanie in front of people because they cannot deal with their own emotions and find it better to bottle up their feelings because they think they are undeserving of being heard. That doesn't sound right. Okay, to be fair, that was a hard question; maybe I should try explaining the phenomena of the eye theory. Purple eyes are purple because they are powerful beings? Oh God, I'm definitely failing! "Breathe," Miall said to me as he turned my head and made me face him. Suddenly, all the anxiousness was replaced with butterflies when I saw him smile. "There you go, you'll do great," he whispered as he pressed his lips on my forehead. "Right," I agreed, nodding as I held onto his shirt. "But I can't remember anything," I mumbled as I snuggled into his chest and breat

"How's the child doing?" I asked Anin as soon as I saw her. "He's fine; he just has a bit of eczema and a fever from being left out there. How did you guys find him?" She asked, and I looked at Miall. "He was crying," I shrugged, and she raised her eyebrow. "While we were on a date," I whispered, and she smiled. "I see. Can I ask you for a favour?" She touched my arm, and it was my turn to raise my eyebrow."What is it?" I asked, and she nervously smiled. "May you please share some of your colostrum with the baby?""I don't have that," I answered; what is colostrum?"Amanah, we went through the different terms just last week; I can't believe you've already forgotten. Your breast milk, the baby will wake up soon, and he'll be hungry.""Uhh-" I dragged, and Miall was quick to answer."Like hell, she will, no.""Yes, I'd love to," I smiled, clasping my hands together and giving Miall a look. "Thank you so much, Amanah; I'll go get the breast pump," she ran down the hall, and I stare

I stared at Miall, surprised at what he just said to me."What?" I whispered, and he smirked, pressing his lips on my neck, hiking my dress up as he pulled my leg up to his waist."Touch your mate, Amanah," his voice groaned towards the end as he pressed himself against me, inducing a gasp from me."What's going on with you today?" I asked once again, pulling his head away from my neck; his eyes glowed as he stared at me in desperation."I'm in heat," he whispered as he took my hand from his face and pressed it against his chest; out of embarrassment, I turned my head away, not able to look at him."Isn't that a thing for just women?" I asked, still not looking at him. My hand slid down his chest feeling his hard chiselled muscles under the pads of my fingers."I'm a Lycan, so it's not just a woman thing," he breathed out as he lifted my leg and pressed his lips on my calf. I flexed my foot in response to the unexpected kiss."So, is this your first time? In heat?" I asked as I presse

"Why is it so hot?"I groaned, pulling off my shirt. Miall looked up and grinned as he propped his head on his hand."Because of you," he said, and I looked at him out of the corner of my eye. "I forgot to open the windows during the day," he said, sitting up."Mh," I hummed as I sat down on the bed, grabbing the lotion."What is that?" He asked, leaning closer to me."What?""Those things on your nails?" He pointed to my hands, and I smiled, raising my hands and flexing my fingers."Oh, I got my nails done as well today. Now I have claws as you do," I smiled brightly. "But mine are artistically done.""Why would you want to have claws?""Because these nails make my fingers look good," I said, and he stared at them before smiling."Then let's test them," he said, grinning almost insanely."How?""On my back," he said, sitting up, and it was hard to ignore the tent in his shorts when it was poking my leg."No," I said, moving back, and he came closer, nodding. "Tomorrow is the function;