As soon as they descended from the woods, Marlie was greeted with multiple buildings compressed against each other. Some were short, some were tall, but all were coated in white paint. Xanthus hauled her towards the tallest one, making sure the sound of her slippers scraping against the stone paved entryway could be heard. “Let go of me!” “Shut that little insolent mouth of yours, I’m merely assisting you…don’t be ungrateful.” Marlie glared towards him, she knew now that he didn’t like her, but the feeling was mutual, because the mere fact that he was a werewolf made her hate him too. Huffing, she stayed still as he continued to drag her into the building. There were a few people around who bowed to Zhander who walked in front, but apart from that, they were walking in an empty hall, nothing but bland, white walls. It was until they walked a ‘mile’ more that they were able to see something other than the f*cking walls and it was a f*cking white door. Zhander shoved it open and in

Zhander pulled away from the kiss, and Marlie shuffled uncomfortably in her spot. Her panty was wet, and her body was shaking. She thought the kiss would quell her desire, but it did nothing but heighten it. “I’ve dreamt of you actually taking the initiative…but I never thought I’d actually get to see it in real life. I can smell how needy you are, Marlie…I know, I’m sure that you want me.” Marlie clenched her legs together when the sound of his voice started to disturb her in multiple ways…just the sound of it had heat flaring up within her. Her core kept clenching and unclenching, and her clit kept convulsing. “This side of you gives me hope…” He forced his hand between her closed thighs, feeling for the part of her that was more desperate than any other. “That you will really be mine soon.” Marlie moaned when he roughly clutched onto her…though there was a dress, though there was a panty…she could still feel it all…the sparks and the undeniable pleasure. “Z-Zhander…!” “Hmm…?” H

Marlie clenched her hands against the sheets as Zhander stripped himself of clothes. He’d never done it before…the other times they’d done this, Marlie was the only person naked. But now that Zhander’s chest was bare, she couldn’t help but acquaint her eyes. There was a wolf howling towards a broken moon drawn beautifully on his chest, and these four letters were written beneath it… R. O. S. A. It was that name again…the one that now lived in her head; Rosa… Marlie blinked away from it, ignoring the way her heart churned in what she could only call pain. She didn’t know why, but for some reason, the fact that the name was printed across his chest didn’t sit right with her…she didn’t like it. It contradicted the words he’d just said. He said she was made for him and him for her…if that was so…why was Rosa’s name on his chest? Marlie’s hands loosened the sheets to cover herself once again…. She felt self-conscious all of a sudden…she felt as though she lacked something, something th

Zhander watched as his driver hauled the suitcase out of the car trunk before slamming it shut. “Where should I put it?” “Just follow me, Greg.” The middle-aged human obliged, following Zhander back towards where Xanthus and Romere stood, waiting for him with a small backpack in both their hands. “We didn’t bring much, but we brought clothes for the celebration tonight.” Xanthus looked around. “But I never thought I’d hate coming back here as much as I do now.” Zhander sighed, following his gaze towards where some of Zaid’s pack members stood. They were walking and staring and talking. It must be surprising that he was here since he hadn’t visited since Rosa’s death, so it was normal for them to stare, for them to talk…but them doing that only reminded him of back then when they all chose his brother instead of choosing him…when they all turned their backs on him claiming he was incompetent and unable to rule… And for that…he hated these lands and the very people on it. “Don’t min