GRACE P. O. V I turned my head while tucking my blonde hair behind my ear. I deliberately didn't answer Gabriel's question because he seemed to understand what I meant by not wearing panties. “You're not wearing panties on purpose?” Fuck! I immediately nodded and looked at him. “I not only miss your cooking. But as well….” I didn't continue my words. But my eyes dropped to the swollen center of Gabriel's pants. It couldn't hide the size of his gigantic cock at all. I heard Gabriel's breathing get heavier as I sat back down next to him. My thighs opened wide towards him, showing my hairless pussy to my mate. Come on, Gabriel. Take the hook I've baited you with. I've thrown all my pride into taking this precious opportunity. My performance must tempt Gabriel, who has a prodigious appetite. It didn't take long for Gabriel to accept my provocative invitation. He pushed my body to the side of the sofa. Then I felt him kiss me deeply on the lips. “Uh… Gabriel.” I moaned between ou

GABRIEL P. O. V I felt so calm as my car cut through the seemingly deserted streets. A thin haze of smoke hung in the air, reminding me to stay alert while driving. On each side of the road lay a vast expanse of forest and towering trees. It was a sight that accompanied me on my journey, making me miss home even more. I lowered the windshield carefully, letting the cool breeze permeate my face. The fresh mountain air seeped into my nose, giving me some much-needed solace. I could hear forest birds chirping in the distance, adding a touch of life to the solitude of this journey. However, in the depths of my heart, I felt restless. This feeling is more profound than just the smog enveloping my car. This morning, when I left home, I knew that Grace would read my letter. Grace was always up before 6 a.m., and I was sure she had found what I had left behind. There are no words to describe how I felt at that moment. Separated by so much distance, I felt as if there was a river separati

GRACE P. O. V As Gabriel said in his last letter, I didn't go looking for him. The guilt followed me wherever I went. But life goes on. If we keep looking back, we won't be able to see the future. My life went on without any problems. Although there are always concerns. Isn't that normal? We can't escape life's difficulties. If you would rather not have problems, it's better to die. Sorry, that was just a little joke. A year after Gabriel left, I married Alpha Rey. From this marriage, we had a son named Dorian Otieno. My little prince is very much like Alpha Rey; they even have the same habits. As Dorian's mother, my genes have not been passed on to him at all. My relationship with Alpha Alex is still going well. We are not married yet, as Alpha Rey is still unwilling for me to become the wife of my other mate. I also just learned the facts about Jecelin's death and felt sorry for her fate. The moment I heard this information, I couldn't stop crying. Time passed rapidly until it w

GRACE P. O. V It was a sunny morning when I should have been enjoying time with my little family, but it was interrupted by the arrival of someone. I tried not to growl in anger as someone sat comfortably in the dining room with my children. “Dada… Dada… did you miss me?” Finn's cheerful voice was like a melody in the summer. “Daddy always misses Finn.” The raspy, heavy voice sent chills down my spine. I held the spatula tightly as I felt like his eyes were watching me. I tried to stay focused on roasting the beef on the frying pan while checking on my husband's favorite venison soup. “Dada, look, I can draw already.” This time, it was Elowen's soft voice that filled the warm dining room. “Princess Daddy is great. I wonder who's in your drawing.” A chuckle escaped his lips. I could hear Elowen squealing along with Finn's squealing. They must have had another fight this morning. “I drew Mama. Look, my mom is pretty, isn't she?” Elowen said it in a cheerful tone, always making m

GABRIEL P.O.V. I paused for a moment to watch my troublesome cousin. An infuriating smile spread across his lips – a smile that was all too familiar to me. It wasn't hard to imagine the devious soul that surrounded him. He must have a hidden agenda. “Yo… Gabriel.” Alex raised his martini glass haughtily, as if alcohol were the source of true wisdom. I could only grunt rudely in response. Sitting on the single sofa next to him, I tried to absorb the moment. Despite our contentious relationship, there was a certain satisfaction in watching Alex sip his drink with style. “Drinking alcohol knows no time,” Alex said, as if explaining his philosophy of life. A spoon flew toward him, and he caught it brilliantly with reflexes. His cunning mind was always on alert. I couldn't help but smile when I saw this scene. Even though we were once bitter enemies, now we sit together. At least as a mutually beneficial cooperation partner. We had gone through many conflicts and disputes, and now we