" So Elsa what happened so Elias couldn't come?"Elsa went to block the door leading to the private living room before soundproofing the room. Greg's assistant had told her that Sherry had come to meet her even though she knew exactly what she had come here to do. And it was not because of her presence in these places. This woman is in love with her dear Greg and even if she has already reminded her several times not to tickle her too much, she does not seem to understand her and undertakes more daring actions each time.She's not worried about this woman's well-being but at the same time she's a businesswoman and Sherry earns a lot of money from her beauty and fame. She wouldn't want to lose such a goose but hey if she continues to piss off their capricious Alpha, it wouldn't be surprising if she ended up like the omega that the pack elders had wanted to impose on Greg as Luna when he took over the pack.This man has never been tender and she thanks Heaven for having been his mother'

I'm not a crybaby but I never thought I would live in such a situation.I always watched these kinds of scenes in high school with distance and detachment, the victims I could not put myself in their place being on the highest step of the hierarchy, when the others were harassed, I never took part or almost.Indeed, for me it was normal, it was how society should normally operate. The strong make their authority known to the weak. I saw no harm in it until I experienced it for myself.Having to suffer the wickedness of others when I did nothing to them and for something beyond my control.I find that really unfair.So when I heard Greg's voice, I turned to him asking for his help. It's just like when those people who were being bullied in my presence looked at me begging me to ask my "friends" to stop bullying them. At that time I did it or not depending on my mood, but I was so haughty and arrogant at that time when I thought that their fate depended on a whim on my part.The day

I felt weird after saying that, not that I was wrong no it was for the best.Out of respect for my alpha who would definitely become my husband for the rest of my life... And also to avoid having any disagreement with my lycanthrope side, I had to keep quiet about my feelings for Greg. It's true it wasn't going to be easy and being close to him always will make it even more difficult but I have little choice.It's not like the love story between my parents where my mother rejected her alpha to be with my father, although it was ultimately blessed by the moon goddess.In my case, it's a bit complicated.First of all, I can't reject him since I've already met and kissed him, and above all confessed to him. I'm really in love with my alpha and I just can't give up on him like that.Second, I just can't bond with Greg still not knowing if he's a normal human or a lycanthrope. And even if it's the last option, I don't think it would be presentable for me to be with these two lycanthrope

Greg couldn't hold back anymore and didn't want to at the same time. Beneath him, the woman he had waited for years and longed for ever since they met at the beach lay with a begging expression. He had to leave her two years ago because of his responsibilities, and also because at that time, she was completely unaware of the mystical world that was part of her. He absolutely didn't want to put her in danger so he had to reluctantly leave her. A tear in his heart at that time and a pain to know her so far from him.He was not a kid and also knew that she was a teenager like the others and even if she had seemed madly in love with him on this beach, it was only, as they say in high school lingo, a romance of summer.All teenagers dream of one day living such an experience, it was fashionable. Sophia will have lived it and certainly will have forgotten it once she returns to her daily life. She had told him that she was the beauty queen of her high school and he could only agree with this

Check.My body was filled with marks from a long, torrid passionate night, painful in embarrassing places, a sign of intense physical activity, intimate discomfort, a sign of the loss of my virginity.I stood in front of the mirror looking at the evidence of a night that must have been extremely hot and frenzied. I closed my eyes embarrassed by the bits of certain memories that came back to me like violent flashes, making me so ashamed of myself. Frankly what was that, these giggles, these gasps, and these obscene words that I kept singing?I remember telling him to go harder...faster...Damn, I didn't know I had such a perverse mind, at this level I could play in a film rated R +18. I tried to stretch my aching body but with every movement, there was a scream of pain in every limb.However, I felt a certain harmony as if all the energies within me were in perfect symbiosis. As if the mess plaguing my mind had finally been settled and I was a new, more relaxed, calmer person.I sighed