“He asked you to meet him at dinner or he asked you on a date?” “He asked me to come with him for dinner.” “Open your eyes, Alisa darling. Jayden Wells likes you. He could have just discussed everything with you there in King’s office, not invited you to dinner.” “But,” Alisa started. “He’s not like Elliott. He does not try to get my attention like Elliott does, or go out of his way to do things for me like Elliott.” “Observe him at the restaurant. I swear he likes you. In fact, go home and get ready. I will take care of Johnny for you.” Stacy offered. “I want to see him before I go.” They both went back to the ward, where Johnny lay sound asleep. Alisa kissed his forehead, and his eyes instantly came open. “I will be back, Johnny. Please stay strong for me. I will solve this problem for us.” “I know you will, Alisa,” Johnny answered, managing a smile. His words tore at her heart. They carried so much confidence in her. Alisa went back home and picked out her favourite dress,

Jayden drove into the parking lot of the Meal Bites, a popular restaurant in Palm Springs City. He parked, turned to Alisa and smiled before turning and opening his car door to get out. He then went to Alisa’s side and opened the door for her, but she was stuck because she did not know how to unbuckle his seatbelt. He bent close to her and in one snap, she was loose. “Come with me, Miss Grant.” He said, offering her his hand. She took it, and once again his hand covered hers and led her into the restaurant. Once inside, everyone seemed to know him—waiters, customers, and all, and she blushed when she caught jealous looks from several women. They got to a table in the corner, and then he pulled out a seat for her. “Are you this chivalrous, Mr Wells?” Alisa asked with a smirk as she sat. “What do you think?” “I wonder if you are doing this just for me.” She said, sitting upright in her seat, her hands resting between her thighs, her eyes on him. Jayden smiled broadly and leaned b

The Lupercalia festival held in Palm Springs City usually started with the Alpha telling the story about the origin of the werewolves. Most times, the Alpha was an extremely good storyteller, and so in the darkness which they could see comfortably in, the wolves formed a large circle around him. He stood in the middle of it as the Alpha, the Betas formed an inner circle, the Lunas a third, ranking between the Betas and the rank below them, the Omegas, the largest group which formed the outermost circle, all seated in their wolf forms. The wolves also differed in size according to rank, with the Alpha being the largest, the Betas following, and the Lunas and Omegas having the same size. The higher a werewolf went through the ranks, the bigger it grew. Werewolves rose through their ranks by performing extraordinary feats, so if an Omega performed a deed considered heroic to the wolf pack, it was agreed to elevate him to be a Beta, which was not something that happened all the while,

WARNING: CONTAINS EXPLICIT SCENES SUITABLE FOR ADULTS ONLY*************************************************What they felt was an intense desire for each other. “I love you, Avana.” He moaned as he broke the kiss, panting and holding her tight to himself. He felt like he wanted to get into her skin, and even though he could feel her close to him, he still could not feel her enough. His bones were shifting in his body like he was about to morph, but he ignored it. “I love you too, Jayden.” She replied and pulled his face down towards hers. She did not want the kiss to end at all. If possible, she wanted it to last forever. His lips met hers again, and she held his face in her hands, her tongue dancing with his, her hands grabbing his waist and pulling him closer to herself. Feeling his erection against her was giving her a different kind of thrill, a kind of feeling she had never felt all her life. Jayden held her waist with one hand, his lips still on hers and pushed her in the

Alisa had flagged down a taxi that would take her back to the hospital after Jayden left, and as she sat alone in the back seat, she was constantly mopping her eyes with a handkerchief she had with her. She didn’t even understand why Jayden Wells leaving her hurt her so much, but it did. The windows of the taxi were shut, but the air conditioner was on, the taxi man seemingly concentrating on his driving. She was the only passenger, and it afforded her a kind of freedom to let her pain out. Her vision was already blurry, and she could see nothing but blurs of flashing lights of various neon colours that serenaded the nightlife. Something suddenly did not seem right, and the first was how fast the taxi seemed to be going. Alisa wiped her eyes again, and then looked around before it jumped out at her. The taxi driver had driven past the hospital. She reached over and touched him, but he made no move. “You have driven past the hospital, Sir,” Alisa said, her grip on his shoulder get