Axton A wave of relief filled me, knowing that Dakota was truly innocent. Kissing her tears away, my heart pounded at her nearness, feeling a need to touch her and take all her pain and hurt away. She was so beautiful, so perfect, everything I ever needed. As usual, my body had become a slave to my biological need and I wanted her so badly in my mouth. My eyes pleaded for permission and she nodded. Unzipping her gown, it fell, revealing the naked glory of her flesh. Her eyes fluttered shut as I ran over her hair, gazing at her curves and her flawless, sensual skin made for loving. "You're perfect, I whispered. "So fucking perfect." She melted against me, her body heat seeping into mine. I've never fallen in love so easily or so completely. I loved her at first sight without shame and regret. Jealousy bubbled up inside me at the thought of her late husband getting to experience what was now mine. I mean, he was already six feet under, so why was I even wasting my time feelin

Dakota I woke up spent but well-rested. With a contented smile that graced my lips, I stretched my arms above my head and nestled close to Axton. Still asleep, his face looked so young and peaceful. I smiled, snuggling against him. My eyes closed in bliss. I enjoyed being held by him and savored his nearness of him. It was difficult to restrain myself from begging him to make love to me. I was surprised I hadn't done so yet despite my heart pounding to craving for an orgasm. Axton himself didn't make any lewd moves or make me uncomfortable. His left arm encircled mine and he popped one eye open with a mischievous glint. "Were you watching me sleep?" His sleep laden voice asked playfully I chuckled softly and got out of bed "Why would I do that?" I opened the window to let the cool morning air in. The sun was rising over the horizon, casting rays over the pack's landscape. "I see people running. Don't you have to go for the morning run?" Axton didn't respond. I turned arou

Dakota All activities came to a sudden stop and my mouth dropped open at the sight of yucky eggs dripping down my hair and onto my clothes. The smell made me grimace and Axton rushed in a hurry to my side. "Shit, Dakota I'm sorry," he apologized, grabbing a nearby cloth napkin to wipe the egg off my face. "Did she really have to do that?" I exhaled, forcing myself not to lose my temper and maintaining an unbroken connection with Imani, watching her reaction. Cara acted blind to what that nasty girl, Gwen had just done, with a pasted- on smile on her face. Imani, however, looked conflicted on whether to apologize or remain silent. I had begun to study Imani and realized she wasn't a bad person. She was only pretending because Gwen was her best friend and Xavier was Axton's rival. "I'm so sorry, honey," Axton kept apologising. "I had no idea she would do this." "Nor did I know scrambled eggs could come with a side of drama, someone should have warned her not to use eggs as a

Axton Dakota and I walked side by side down the dusty desert road in the warm evening light. The sun set and cast a warm golden glow over her hair as she took in the unfamiliar surroundings of this part of the pack. "Axton, I'm not sure I can do this," she said. "Why not? Stop overthinking this." She remained silent, and the sound of our footsteps crunched against the sand and rocks. "I don't know, I feel exposed and vulnerable, you know, without my golden staff. I think I'm a bit of a perfectionist, and I don't like feeling less than enough." I turned to face her, hearing the distant howl of a wolf in the desert. "Well," I started with a reassuring gentle hand on her back. "I know it might be intimidating, but Elder Timothy is one of the most powerful people in our pack, blessed by the moon goddess, and has a wealth of knowledge to share with you." "I know," she groaned. "Look, I understand how you feel, but do you know that without your golden staff, you can regain your power

Dakota Axton and I lay on the cool, grassy ground beneath the twinkling stars. Axton's hands clasped firmly in mine and his presence was so comforting, and he was back to his normal self. "Train with me," he chuckled, his handsome face breaking into a grin as he squeezed my hand. I rolled my eyes "I still feel sore from Elder Timothy's punishment. If I had my powers, I'd have given you a badass kick." Axton raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eye. "But what if I was a thief trying to steal from you? Would you just let me go because you don't have your powers?" I sighed, knowing he had a point. "That's different," I said. "The golden staff was a blessing from the moon goddess and it was stolen from me. I'm like a door and the staff is the key. Without it, I can't function." Axton listened patiently and then smiled. "Pretend that the moon goddess never gave me the staff in the first place. Approach your powers as a newbie, learning the ropes and discovering your abiliti