In the summer of 1990, Rachel Weber spent a week down on the Florida coast, soaking up the sun's rays while she waited for her life to begin. It was there that she met Dean Sherman, a handsome, muscular soldier with crystal blue eyes. The two spent a week together full of champagne kisses that only ended when Operation Desert Storm forced Dean to choose between his duty and his love. He chose duty. Twenty years later, Rachel figured it was just summer love, but she never forgot those eyes. As personal assistant to powerful billionaire Jack Saunders, she never expected Dean to walk into her office after being hired as Jack's personal bodyguard. Even though she had spent the last two decades trying to forget Dean, she found herself falling for him once again. When fate forced both Rachel and Dean to choose yet again between love and duty, Rachel had to decide between the man she had always loved and the family that had become her life. She knew she couldn't have both, but she knew she wouldn't be happy with just one. Would she choose love, or be forever haunted by the memory of those Champagne Kisses?
View MoreBlaze never thought that his mate would betray him for a rogue.
But the scene before him forced him to admit that. His mate, also the Luna of the Blood Pack, was currently sitting on top of a rogue, wiggling her tits lustfully as if she had never been so comfortable being fucked before.
"That bitch! I'll kill her!" Blaze's wolf, Roz, tried to take over his thoughts, wanting to shift into his wolf form and tear these two bitches apart.
"Calm down, Roz," Blaze clenched his fist and tried to suppress his furious wolf. Before he killed them, he needed to know the reason why Alma was doing this.
Blaze stepped out from behind the large tree, startling the two who were immersed in the sex.
"Ah!" Alma saw him first and rolled off the rogue in fear, she hastily picked up the cloth that had been torn to pieces on the ground and tried to block her tits, but to no avail.
"Why?" Blaze spoke up, his voice so cold and frightening that even Alma, who was used to Blaze's strength, couldn't help but shiver now.
But her fear soon disappeared when she thought of the guy next to her, Falcon, the leader of the rogues. The reason she dared to cheat so recklessly on Blaze's territory was because Falcon, by now, was strong enough.
"You are asking me why?" Alma coldly snorted, her slender fingers teasing the bare chest of the man next to her while disdainfully saying, "Do I need a reason to cheat? Plus, I never loved you, and if it weren't for your alpha title, I wouldn't have accepted such a boring mate!"
Blaze looked at the strange Alma in front of him. Just a day ago, she was kissing him passionately before he went out for training, urging him to be careful not to get hurt.
And now, just after one night, she said she never loved him.
Was all the previous sweet moments an illusion?
"Are you sure you mean what you're saying now?" Blaze's eyes were as crimson as his name. It was obvious how angry he had been so far. He could accept his mate's rejection. He never forced a woman, even if she was the mate the moon goddess had arranged for him, he would still respect her choices.
But not in this way now, the way of betrayal.
They hit his bottom line!
"Hey man, did you hear that? Alma no longer has any feelings for you, you better behave and accept the reality, otherwise, the consequences are beyond your reach." Falcon put his arm around Alma and said provocatively.
Although he had heard how strong the Alpha of the Blood Pack was--the Alpha could exterminate a medium-sized pack alone, but if Blaze was formally rejected by Alma, his strength would immediately be weakened.
Then that was the right time for him to attack. Besides Falcon was not alone, his pack members had long ambushed and waited for his order.
As long as he sent the signal, his pack members would appear within seconds.
"Is that so? Just you guys?" Blaze now had no interest in the reason for Alma's lewdness; the fact was that this woman had betrayed him and humiliated him.
All he had to do now was to hunt down the two bitches in front of him.
Before that, he needed to cut the mate bond between Alma and him. He was aware that the dissolution of the mate bond would greatly weaken his strength, but he couldn't stand having such a filthy mate for any moment!
"I, the leader of the Blood Pack, Blaze, declare that from this moment on my matehood with Alma is completely severed, including the marriage relationship between us!
"You, Alma, henceforth no longer belong to the Blood Pack. From now on, you will become a rogue, and the creed of the Blood Pack is, to kill all rogues who enter our territory!"
Blaze finished those words and instantly felt a great pain, the bones of the whole body like being viciously broken. He gritted his teeth and stood up straight, so that in his territory, he could mind-link his Beta and informed him of his location when Alma and Falcon didn't notice.
The Beta will be here within half an hour.
Blaze took the initiative to let Roz dominate his mind as he quickly stripped off his clothes and shifted into a wolf, a giant gray wolf with shiny fur, which fully showed his alpha supremacy.
Alma and Falcon could not stop trembling inside when they saw Blaze's wolf, even if they were mentally prepared for it. The next moment, Falcon whistled and soon, 10 rogues emerged from the woods and surrounded Blaze.
"Blaze, I told you, be smart and just run away, but you still chose death. Well, I have no options but take your corpse as today's dinner."
Already driven by rage, Blaze didn't answer and quickly pounced on Falcon. However, the unmating slowed down his speed, making him pounce in vain and hit hard on the ground. The other ten rogues took advantage of it and quickly rushed to Blaze, yet they obviously underestimated his strength.
Blaze quickly fought back and bit the neck of one of the rogues, soon the wolf falling down. The smell of blood excited Blaze even more, as if he had been given a stimulant, allowing him to forget the pain of losing his mate for a short time.
Then the second rogue, the third, the fourth, until the last one! They all Fell Down!
Blaze stood in the middle of the rogues' corpses, his fur already red with blood. His eyes glanced menacingly at the shivering Alma and Falcon who was still trying to pretend to be calm. He gasped for breath and walked step by step to them. In a second, he was able to take their lives.
However, being physically exhausted, he felt a great dizziness and his vision blurred, and even his legs became feeble...
Just as he was about to hurt them, he suddenly collapsed to the ground... In the haze, he heard Falcon's voice, "I'm gonna kill him."
Emma smiles at me. She fixes my veil one last time, making sure it is still on straight, then smooths the hair curling gently around my shoulders. She says something about weddings, and I smile automatically. My mind isn't on her. It's on the person waiting for me at the end of the stone pathway. Dean is waiting for me. She fusses with Jack's tie, making sure that it, too, is on straight. He gives her a warm smile and shoos her out of the house. I can hear her heels clicking on the steps as she hurries to the garden to tell them we're ready to begin. I feel like I'm going to float away I'm so happy. I wonder how it is possible for any one person to brim with so much joy to the point of overflowing, yet here I am, barely able to contain myself. Dean is waiting for me. Jack takes my hand, placing it in the crook of his arm as we start to walk out the main doors. I remember my flowers at the last moment and I pull myself free to grab them. I grasp them tightly as I give my hand back t
Present Day The afternoon sun transformed the world into a kaleidoscope of orange and red as it filtered through the autumn leaves. Dean sat in the garden on a wrought iron bench, his eyes closed as he looked toward the sun. He reminded me of a cat, sitting there soaking up the last rays of warmth before winter. I stood for a moment under the rustling leaves, just admiring him. He was so handsome. His dark hair ruffled in the fall breeze, the wind mussing it like a lover's caress. His jaw was strong and smooth, his back tall and straight. Even after all this time, he still made my heart pound in my chest like a nervous school girl's. He was everything I could ever ask for; everything I could ever want. The leaves crackled under my feet as I followed the stone pathway to the bench. Dean opened one eye just enough for a sliver of blue to peek out, but then he closed it. His face remained impassive. I smiled at him, even though he couldn't see it. I felt like I might vibrate out of my
Present Day The Saunders clan sat quietly in the parlor. Emma and Jack were on an old-fashioned love seat, Emma's head resting on Jack's shoulder. Robbie stood beside them, staring out the window, his hands behind his back. Several employees and close staff huddled in a group by the corner, solemn and quiet like a silent flock of black birds. I stood next to Bianca, who sat stiffly in a blue wing-backed chair. Her hair was perfect, her makeup unsmudged, but I knew inside she was screaming with loss. A lawyer fumbled with long sheets of paper at the head of the room, preparing to read the will. Daniel had only been dead for less than a day, but it was per his wishes that the will be read now. I swallowed my tears down. Now that I was here, Daniel's death was real again. For a few blessed moments with Dean, my heart forgot to hurt. Now it just ached as though it were making up for the missed time. Bianca's brown eyes stared blankly at the room. I knew she didn't see the people there,
Present Day The rest of the day was a blur. All I felt was pain, the gray shadows of memory taunting me with Daniel's life. He had been my friend, my father, and my employer. Despite months of preparation, it had come too soon. His absence left a hole in my heart that could never be filled. The doctor entered the room, checking Daniel's limp wrist for a pulse. Bianca clung to him, her eyes shut as she willed him to still be alive. The doctor carefully worked around her, performing the necessary checks before quietly leaving the room. He put his hand on Jack's shoulder as he left, murmuring the words, "I'm sorry," he said, and Jack nodded, but I don't think he actually heard him. His eyes were glued to the bedroom, tears silently running down his face. Upon the doctor's apology, Robbie stood. He stared at those of us in the doorway for a moment before taking off down the stairs. I heard the front door slam, but I let him go. A minute later, I could hear the roar of an engine as he d
Present Day I pulled my hair up into a bun as Dean parked the car in front of the Saunders' mansion. Even from here I could tell something was wrong. The feeling of a string about to be cut vibrated out of the house. Dark shadows cast up onto the porch, the autumn morning sun still cold. I shivered and pulled a sweater up around my shoulders. I stepped out of the car, making sure my shirt hung straight. I always carried a change of clothes in my car. In my line of work, you never knew when you would be stuck at the office overnight. Or sleeping at your boyfriend's place for the first time. Emma hurried out to greet us. She ran barefoot across the wet grass, the hem on her pants growing darker with every step. She hugged her arms around her, keeping herself warm as well as from falling apart. Tear stains already streaked her face. She didn't even bat an eyelash at the fact that we had arrived together, instead grabbing my hand and hurrying me toward the house. "What happened, Emma?
Present Day I woke up the next morning to find that Dean was already out of bed. The room seemed empty without him. I glanced at the painting on the nightstand, the woman still defiant against the storm after all these years. It made me smile that he had kept it. The floor was cold to my bare feet as I stumbled into the bathroom. Sitting on the toilet seat was a clean pair of sweats and a plain gray t-shirt. I slid the comfortable clothing on, rolling the waist band to keep the pants up. The shirt smelled like Dean, and I breathed it in, enjoying the scent. I giggled as I realized there was no way he was going to get this t-shirt back. Well, maybe, when it lost that wonderful smell and needed refreshing. The rest of the apartment was quiet, but I found a pot of coffee ready with a note in Dean's messy handwriting. Good morning Beautiful, I didn't want to wake you, but I'm getting breakfast. Creamer's in the fridge. I love you. I folded the note and stuck it in my pocket. Even t
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