Elaine’s POVThe moment I opened my eyes, I just realized that I was back at The Gazebo of the Flower Moon Hotel having breakfast. Except it’s only me and Tyler. I don’t know how but the air here seems fresh and cool and sweet, one that even by the brushed on the skin, you can discern that it’s not that polluted despite being in the city. Maybe it’s because of the flora and trees encircling The Gazebo, that doesn’t only make the place beautiful and calming but also clean and uplifting.I don’t know what time we woke up today or how we managed to drive here without remembering if I even took a bath or changed my clothes. But the moment I opened my eyes, as if it’s the only time that I am finally awake, breakfast is already beckoning me and greeting my nose. “What time did we sleep last night?” “The Ghostly Hour,” Tyler replied as he shove a spoonful of cereal in his mouth. “What time did we wake up?” I couldn’t get enough of this coconut

Tyler beckoned me to have lunch with him alone because, according to his words, he gravely missed me for over five hours. For a damn five freaking hours! ‘He’s just overreacting,’ I thought. It’s already a bit late for lunch. Two in the afternoon seems a good hour to combine lunch and snack at one mealtime. As soon as my ass rested on the chair, Tyler asked for the menu as I surveyed the place. We chose the table on the second floor since we have a nice view at Times Square. “Is this your first time in Red Lobster?” He asked as he flipped through the pages. “Yes,” I tried to stop the tears that threatened to wet my makeup. “The Rutherfords only go here alone and I was always left house-sitting our own house.” “May I now take your order, sir?” A masculine voice interrupted our conversation. “No, not yet—” I hoisted my face on the waiter, only to run out of words. It was him—the m

It all happened a week before, or was it more than a week? I can no longer count the days of horror that filled my lonely soul since then, since that horrifying day that I found out Joey has died. Ever since that day that I drove the car home, my mindless family inside that car while we are chased by huge wolves that I once thought were werewolves. Wait…were those huge, horse-sized black and white and brown wolves Tyler, Jason, and Karlo? ‘Are you drunk, Elaine?!’ My own mind scolded my awake self. But every image and detail on that beach never left me since that day: the foul smell, the horrid sight. Every single fucking thing. “I’m worried about you, you know…” Tyler brought strands of hair to the back of my ear. My head cocked to his cerulean eyes so blue that every time my gaze lingered on the eyes of my betrothed, I drowned like a sturgeon cascading at the bottom floor of the ocean. In fact, I am drowning now. But I am not dying. In fact,

Tyler’s POV Jose seems weird. He addresses me by Alpha instead of Ty or Jane. And he’s wearing jeans and a shirt when I told him to wear a suit. “Let’s go hunting,” Jason patted me once on the shoulder. My eyes remained on the busy street, where the crescent moon brightens the dark heavens. I trailed after Jason and Karlos after a minute, the latter in his wolf form; his fur is a cloak of shadows. We were crossing a deserted alley drenched in darkness when a car honked, stopping us in the middle of the street. “I stopped by a car repair shop since I don’t know how to fix your midnight blue Porsche baby, Ty.” I froze, coldness wrapped my body. Remus howled fiercely inside me. Before I could blink, Karlos was already sprinting on the opposite side. I remained pinned to the ground. ‘Elaine…’ My soul ached. ‘Elaine…’ A tear fell from my face, the nightly breeze wiping it away. “What the

Tyler’s POV “Fifty Shades of Gray? That’s what we are going to watch?!” My little snow flower nodded like a beagle being asked by her master. “I thought we were going to watch a funny movie.” “This is a funny movie,” Elaine reasoned. “At least some part of it. The original trilogy is basically a fanfiction of Twilight, the movie we last watched.” “Twilight? The one where they portray vampires with diamond skin and werewolves that shift with clothes on?” “Yup. That’s the one!” Elaine even chucked, which made my brows furrowed in confusion. Mortals have a weird taste of literature to be honest. As Elaine grabbed her popcorn and I was left sitting on the golden couch shirtless and compelled to watch whatever this film is about, I slid my hand to my dick to keep my palm warm. “The title sounds poetic though?” She just shrugged. “So tell me…” I continued. “What are the fifty shades of gray?”