Hope POV - Monday afternoonI let my body fall onto Kaiden's, still hard inside of me. I know that if we didn't have practice now in the afternoon we could stay in here the whole time until he finally got tired. Advantages of being a Werewolf."Kai..." I whispered in a languid tone, closing my eyes, I felt him lift my waist affectionately and I could feel our fluids oozing out of me. Many people would be afraid to get pregnant, I wasn't, because, I knew it was impossible for that to happen to me."Hope..."He responded by arranging me on his chest, letting my head rest on his shoulder, stroking my back gently, until I heard him grunt."We have to go, kitten." He spoke, placing a kiss on the top of my head. "Kendrick just link me to come to his office as soon as possible."I lifted my head and looked at Kaiden's face, seeing that he was quite upset about the situation. I bent down enough to brush my lips against his, without involving our tongues, just to show my feelings toward him."

Bonus Chapter - Preparing for the mission   Lilith POV   The meeting with Kendrick was quick. The group and a few other people would be going out on a mission. Not a new thing, it had been almost a year since we had stopped at the castle and I was even happy to have a break while we took care of Hope. I didn't find it too strange how Hope was behaving. For me it is normal and one of the things that helped Hope control herself was getting lost in the Dionysus parties, after all, having sex and having multiple orgasms helped to get dopamine and controlled the girl well. Not having it made her even more on edge. I'm waiting for the time when she's going to get out of control, everyone is. And the onl

Kendrick POV - Monday nightI felt Hope's breathing become steady and her body relax in my arms. I closed my eyes and lowered my head, nestling into the curve of her neck, pulling in a sharp intake of breath and smelling her scent even more. Most of the she-wolves have a sweet smell, many remind of flowers, vanilla, honey, caramel, among others, of course always with variations, but Hope always had a different smell, strong, striking, and not sweet, despite a touch at the end like a natural perfume, the top notes remind of French Ladder, Sage and Cassis, while the body notes remind of Nutmeg, Clover and Roses and, finally, the bottom notes remind of Oak Moss, Sandalwood and Cedarwood from Virginia (Writer's note: the perfume to which I refer is reminiscent of Shiraz, from Natura Cosmetics)I could feel Night relaxing and purring happily to be so close to Hope, knowing that he and we were managing to connect so deeply that we were able to take away much of her pain. Now I understand wh

Kendrick POV - The Night GameWhen our breathing finally returned to normal, I pulled out of Hope, removed the condom, tied it up, and threw it in the trash on the side of the bed. Then I lay down again and pulled the female body against me, gently stroking her left arm."Kendrick..." Hope began."Xii... Just sleep." I spoke in a low voice and gave her a kiss on the forehead."It's okay."Her voice was low, groggy, and it didn't take long to feel that she was asleep. I closed my eyes, I wanted to spend the whole night making Hope scream for me, but I know how tired she is, both physically and emotionally.----I wake up missing something, the bed is too cold, her smell is so faint right now. I shake my head lightly, rubbing my eyes, and notice that the bathroom light is on. I look at the time, it is early morning, 2:30 a.m.I get up and go to the bathroom. I see Hope already fully dressed, her amethyst eyes show something completely different than I expected. They are cold and distant

Hope POV - Tuesday Lunch You know when you feel so lost that it doesn't matter where you look and there is no way out? That's what I'm feeling. No matter what happened or what I did, everything seemed to lead to the same place. My defeat was inevitable.The spiral was endless, no matter how many entrances and exits I had, I always ended up falling down, either at the top, at the bottom, and it all started again. I am in the middle of those stairs, with so many paths to follow and yet meeting at some point.For someone like me, who can see about 40 moves ahead, the chessboard was still the same, with me pushing the king's piece and accepting my fate. The blood dripping down the edges of the board and the faces of those I had killed being placed on the pieces and squares of the board.