**Trigger warning!!!!**The evening classes came and went. I stayed behind to skim through my notes. This was the new habit I had developed, as exams were around the corner and I hadn't much time to read at home. I spent about twenty minutes in the theater before leaving. The hallways were almost dead with just some janitors around. As I crossed a junction, someone jumped from a room. I couldn't react before he covered my lips—his other arm tightly pressed against my chest—and pulled me into an empty theater.He banged me against the world in such a manner that was characteristic of one person alone. Vincenzo.I bent my eyes to the floor, my heart pounding."Don't you dare take your eyes off me." When I did his bidding, he asked a follow up question, "Where were you last night?"I almost looked away but his warning rang loud in my head. "My mother's room.""On whose permission?”It was surprising that I didn't tremble or blink a thousand times. It was also possible that those thing

VincenzoThe bitch didn't know it but her ass glared at me. Even with all the baggy clothes she wore, the fleshy, spank-worthy bum was visible. The fucker. I tried not to show my amusement. It was funny indeed, how she desperately wanted to get me turned off. I looked on as she cleaned my reading table. The funny thing had gone all the way to triple her clothing size, not knowing that every fucking movement she made brought attention to her behind. All the while, she refused to look at me. I could feel her fear: the steady thumping in her chest and the sweat popping out from her pores. I could feel the fluttering lashes and the whizz of breath from her nostrils. I knew all this, not just because I'd got a strong wolf but because she was my…Because she was Rina. A lowlife I'd taken an interest in.Through with cleaning the table, she headed for the bathroom. "Halt." A thin frown flicked on her face. Who knew what her reaction would be when I asked her to do what I had in mind

Getting to his car—a sleek black Jeep—I opted for the backseat. We drove to Bella-Anima, a suburb known for a wide variety of gelato. When I celebrated my tenth birthday, Papa brought me here. He'd been financially stable then. Alessio parked in front of the ice-cream parlours: Sapore Dolce. "Here we are. Rina?"I snapped my gaze from the window. "We've arrived. Come on. Let's go in." My gaze left him and went to the parlor. Mindlessly, I shook my head. "No, I…we can't be seen together." I had to take the necessary precautions. Once bitten twice shy. "I'll stay here."His eyes, brown like honey, bored into me. Feeling exposed, I looked down to my laps. "Okay. What's your favorite flavor?"I shrugged. "Anything is fine.""Be right back." I breathed a sigh when he left, at the same time wondering why I'd held my breath. This wasn't Piccolo Maestro, was he? I bit my lip and looked out to the window. A bead of tear rested on my lower lid. My lips parted slightly.That image. I cou

I remained in the car while the driver went to direct the…visitors here. Madre. I had no words for her. None at all.A particular chatter entered my ears. That of a girl on the phone and a guy—but mainly the girl as she wouldn't give her lips a break. A flick to the right showed a blonde dressed in a sweater and miniskirt. There was a guy walking beside her, about two inches shorter. Was that…The driver who hurried behind them with their luggage confirmed my suspicion. Good Lord.I set my emotions aside and came down the car. As soon as her eyes met mine, she gasped."Talk to you later. I just saw him." She killed the line.I shoved my hands into my pockets, bracing for what was to come. My attention was drawn to her laps. Not gonna lie, she'd got shapely legs. But then, I couldn't help but wonder if Madre really knew her? If so, then wow. Wow because I never expected the old-fashioned woman to approve of this dressing. The guy next to her couldn't for the love of anything good, lo

VincenzoMadre had done it again. She had played another wild card by asking me to take Liliana on a tour. Begrudgingly, I did so, and just as I'd expected, the blondie never kept shut. We made our way into the garden. Liliana chuckled at one of her childhood experiences as we came upon the bridge. We stopped to look at the stream underneath."Wow. The pack house is such a wonder, but I have to ask. Why so many trees? I mean, look at all the land allotted for greenery. Wait, is the Alpha a fiend?" I leaned against the bridge. "Well, you can go ask him, you know." I hadn't intended to give her a warm smile. Or maybe, she was the one that misinterpreted it. She hid her cheeks under her feathery hair and looked away. I took a while to appreciate her prettiness. Liliana had a clear fair skin, and in this airy evening, it glowed. Her hair was cut in layers, and delicately laid on her shoulders. I'd had the opportunity to look into her eyes. They shined like emeralds. The exact color