Bellamy's Point of ViewShe was the goddess incarnate. My name breaking on her lips as she came undone for me made my cock throb. Made me bite down on her delicate skin.If this was to be the rest of my life, I would die happy one day.I was in between the most beautiful woman in the world's legs. Made her body tremble. Throat bobbed. Fuck.That was precum in my underwear. Never before have I lost myself so much in someone else's pleasure. Never before have I craved to do it again and again with no gain of my own. No release.If she wanted me to lick and fuck her all night but never come myself, I would gladly do it. Gladly give it to her for as long as she needed."I want you," She said hoarsely, legs still clenched around my hand.Fucking hell. I could have come just from those words alone."But I'm enjoying myself," I whispered back and flicked her clit again.Teagan squirmed beneath me. A little hitch of breath lodged in her throat. Her hips jutted up a bit more. Tried to get as

Teagan's Point of ViewMy heart was hammering in my chest. Wanted to escape through my throat. Just the look in Harland's eyes would haunt me for the rest of my life.Pained. Conflicted. A mixture of dozens of feelings, all clear in his eyes.I swallowed and cupped my hands together in front of me. "We are. But I don't want to talk about him-"Harland's face contorted. Became a mix between remorseful and angry. He couldn't control it. Had almost zero grip over his own emotions. I understood. Knew that it was difficult."Did you mate with him?" He asked, voice thick. Shaking my head, I took a step forward. Kept my eyes firmly on him. "No. We slept together. But I didn't mate with him. I know that isn't something you want to hear but we need to be transparent with each other if we want to make this work." I said, keeping my voice low and soft. Like a caress.He nodded, thoughtfully, yet I could still see the pain in his eyes. The slash of betrayal that he felt. "Thank you for being ho

Teagan's Point of ViewWe were all huddled around three boxes of pizza. Harland sat beside me, hand on my lap, eyes on Ulrich as he chowed down on two pieces at once. Sauce dripped onto his shirt and the man carried on eating. Scarfing piece after piece down his throat.Hunger was another thing we had to deal with after shifting for the first time. For the next week or so, you ate double what you normally would. Stacked up on as many calories as possible. The first shift drained you physically, leaving only reserves of energy to keep you going. To curb starving to death, your body forced you to eat a lot. But looking at the mauled pizza now, we should have ordered five."My father appointed most of the staff already. Or he has chosen them, at least. I think we need to get into his office to see what he is hiding. He won't tell me just yet and now that Phaedra has made her move, I think it is time that we figure this shit out." Bellamy said and chugged his beer. The action was so nor

Teagan's Point of ViewJonah's office was meticulously curated. Everything had a place. Files were sorted by date, not by name. As if the events were more important than the people who partook in the action. It all ranged from births to populace consensus and everything in between. Quarrels with pack members. Laws that needed to be put in place or that already existed that needed to be abolished."Holy fuck, I never thought he kept a record of everything," Bellamy said in astonishment, pulling out another drawer.All of the drawers blended in seamlessly with the walls. Looked nothing like drawers, to begin with. It had taken us several precious minutes just to figure out where the bastard kept everything. Because the office seemed so utterly empty when we first walked in.Like every other day we were here, to be frank.At first, Bellamy thought Jonah kept his paperwork somewhere else in the house. The office we were frequently in held no hint of him having files somewhere. I insisted

Teagan's Point of ViewThe doctor's office seemed more like a home than an office. With clutter all around the waiting room. A tender-looking receptionist with glasses on the tip of her nose. "Stop fidgeting," Bellamy said and placed a hand on my thigh.I hated doctors. For no particular reason but that didn't change anything. Although this office seemed different, I could still smell the disinfectant in the air. Still hear the beeping of machines somewhere off. "I can't believe you made me come here in your clothes. I could have just put on what I had on last night. Or stop by the house to get a new set." I grumbled.The receptionist tried to look innocent. Tried to feign that she was ignoring us. But I could see her ears perk up every time one of us spoke.When we first walked in, her eyes had gone wide when she looked at Bellamy. Her jaw dropped when I came in after him.My parents were going to find out about this visit, sooner rather than later, I was sure about that."There wa