Adora Damien's anger grew violent and uncontrolled. His eyes were so wide showing the whites and he let out a guttural roar that made me shriek. He turned around in one motion like a panther about to attack his prey and cupped my chin. At first, I thought he was going to hit me but his arms went around my body like iron bands constricting me. My vision was obscured by the sweat from my forehead dripping into my eye“Damien, please stop,” I begged him. The words sounded empty even to my ears, my throat feeling thick with emotions that I couldn't decipher. My voice shook from fear and anxiety. My throat was dry from rushed breathing and I didn't like this. Damien, with fury darkening his features to a shade that I'd never witnessed. "You're telling me you have another mate?! This better be some fucking twisted joke, Adora, because it's not in the slightest bit amusing at all" Damien growled, sounding more than pissed off. His grip on my waist was getting tighter and my ribs felt

DamienLike a ninja hiding from the prying eyes of people, I crouched low with my back pressed flat against the fireplace. The only sound was my quick and shallow breathing. The darkness made me seem even smaller. My hands were clasped tightly around my knees. This reminded me of when I was a boy and would be sent to the naughty corner for eating too much cake or ice cream.The fireplace was large and slightly weathered on the raised wooden patio of the adjacent building that was part of the main house. Out of desperation, I had to make do with what I had. The patio had doors leading into the house, and it also seemed like the last place my mom would look for me, especially so early in the morning. The outdoor clock mounted on the wall ticked loudly, it was six thirty am. The dreaded rejection ceremony was supposed to start at 7: 30. I glanced at the outdoor bar to my right, noting the glasses and the jug of mojito mix. It was where my bastard stepfather, Clinton, spent most of h

ThorI took a quick shower after training and I couldn't stop whistling under the shower. The fact that my mate was in the cabin made my cock twitch harder than ever. I was excited to see her take off her tank top and shorts while I spoiled her with pleasure.She was a virgin, no doubt, and would be tighter than any fist. So tight it would almost be painful to work my way inside. She'd be unprepared for the painful pleasure and how my erection would fill her and strip away everything but her need. Then when she gets more experienced, I'd thrust into her so hard that the tendons on my neck would stand out in sharp relief. Holy shit!Just the thought of fucking Adora made the need to explode build in me. It was a rising crescendo but I punished myself by ignoring my cock. I wasn't a big fan of stroking myself and preferred the warmth of a woman's wetness, but my little mate wasn't ready, and because I loved her, I was willing to wait. The sound of the shower filled the cabin with wa

AdoraBrooklyn's angry tone made me unsettled and caused an empty feeling in the pit of my stomach. There was something about her aura that made me want to run and hide.Even if Damien and I decide to be a couple despite the opposition from his mother, nothing in this world could make that woman like me. Some people are destined to hate and hate with no end in sight. It’s just how life works. Brooklyn hated my mere existence on earth. It was so intense that I was scared for my life. She was wealthy, ruthless, and had a vendetta against me, all because of my bond with her son. I wasn't in the mental space to defend myself or confront her and I hoped this wouldn't escalate into a situation that would have a long-term effect.She walked in filling the whole space already with a pasted-on smile and an unnatural stiffness. She had all the money, power, and connections, while I was just an omega, a nobody. Every word I uttered could potentially be twisted against me. I didn't want any tro