We were standing eye to eye, or more like he was looking down at me because he was taller. I was seething with rage. I was so angry that I was sure flames must be coming out of my ears. Gosh, he was so infuriating. What right does he have to claim me? My anger was sizzling like boiling water, ready to spill. I was about to open my mouth and lash out at him when his arms wrapped around my waist and drew me closer. I hit his chest with a thump, and I looked up at him, my anger seeping away as I gazed into his eyes. I could feel his warmth so close to me, and I was relishing it. My heartbeat was going crazy just from being near him. My lips suddenly felt dry, and my tongue darted out to lick them. He hissed as his eyes followed my movement, watching me like a man starving. And without warning, his mouth descended on me, silencing me before I could say another word. My hands flew to hold his shoulder, to stabilize myself as I responded to the kiss. I tightened my hold on his neck, kis

I slept in his arms, deliciously spent after the long hours we spent discovering ourselves. It got to the point that I lost count of how many times I reached climax. We had spent all night getting acquainted with each other and our bodies. It was safe to assume that we tried out every position known to man. I stretched my limbs as the morning sun hit my face. I could hear the birds chirping sweetly in their trees, singing to their lovers. Nothing could diminish the smile on my face. I admit, I wasn't a morning person, always hating the way the sunlight shone on my face, but I think I have begun to love it. My scent of our love making still clung to the air, and his scent was literally everywhere in my room. I clinged unto him, hugging him tightly as I inhaled his scent. He smelled of sweat and forest. Then my brain registered something. Lucas was never this soft; no, he was all male with hard ridges and contours, and neither was he this short. I noticed as I wrapped my legs around

But I did lie, because the next day, when I finally resumed work, I spent a good portion of my time thinking about him and wondering what he was doing. "Was he thinking of me the way I was thinking of him? Or has he moved on with his life?" I wondered if he was with another woman and she was satisfying him sexually. But I dismissed that thought immediately. I would have known because if he had tried something sexual with anyone other than me, my body would heat up, burning with every touch he placed on her. As I went to bed that day, I vowed never to think of him or let his thoughts evade mine, but when morning came, I found myself failing woefully. A week went by like that, and I heard nothing from Lucas. I could count how many times I had looked at the telephone on the table, tempted to call him just to hear his voice and know how he was faring. There was a time I was really close to calling him; I had already inputted his number, having memorized it. I was about to hit the ca

They say time heals all wounds, but time doesn't heal wounds; it only makes you forget the pain that came from the wound.When I was little, I would always ask my dad if we had supernatural powers, and he would just chuckle, dismissing it as a little girl's rambling.But now I was desperately praying I could have a super power, and if I did, it would be the ability to go back in time and right some wrongs.For one, I would never have allowed Vincent to take that damn journey. Every day after his departure, I was always thinking of that; it was always ringing in my ears: what if? Just what if?Would anything have changed? But it was already too late for that.I groaned, recoiling and rolling to the other side of the bed as the sunlight hit my face. Literally everything was wrong about today. The sun was too bright. The birds were chirping too loudly, trying to prove to the whole world that they were happy and in love. I had left the window open before I went to bed yesterday, and even

Rejection.The very word every werewolf was afraid of. It was like a taboo, that which must not be named. It was unheard of that a werewolf would reject his or her mate.A mate was the gift the goddess bestowed upon us; they were our friend, partner, and soulmate for a long time, just as the name implies. But sometimes, the goddess is not always right and may pair people who aren't compatible together. In that instance, rejection was a given.But it rarely happens. The last case of rejection in our pack was about 100 years ago, and it ended badly for them. It wasn't only because we regarded the bond as sacred and something that shouldn't be broken; it was also because rejection takes a toll on the pair.It had a way of taking a toll on our physical, emotional, and mental wellbeing; therefore, rejection wasn't child's play.Was I being irrational? Maybe; I don't know.But I thought long and hard about it in the bathroom. I don't want to live all my life like this, constantly waiting fo