33 Days, Make You Mine! 소설 & 이야기

It lasted 3 days and Van felt fully drained on the last day. But Van liked it. After all who wouldn't want to satisfy his mate's unending desire. The sex was unending these 3 days because just as you thought this is the last time you're doing it today, the female's need will come back with the full force to pull you back for another round. It was the most exhausting as well as the desirable days of the month for Van. He craved it and now she was all his for 3 days continuously. ******

The only words that rang in my head were the four months left before Carla turned twenty. Taking my phone off the nightstand, I checked the calendar. For the exact time left for me. Four months was just my wild guess. Seconds of scrolling through the calendar gave me what I was searching for. The exact time left. Three months and a few weeks. 118 days left. If I was being precise. Returning my phone to the nightstand, I shut my eyes for a little sleep. But the time left rang in my ears. 118 days. I had just 118 days to win my mate.

LYRA’S POV It has been long settled since I was twelve years old–my marriage with Damon. Now I am standing under the glowing natural light, clad in this red dress that smells of sweet lavender and clutching the red roses Aunt Maya carefully picked out specially for this night. The air is nice and moist, the atmosphere is amazing and the moon is slowly showing its face. I stretch my neck towards the walkway. Damon hasn't shown up yet nor his father, Alpha Thorne. Then towards the front row of people and there my best friend in the whole wide world is standing and I see her mouth “Go girl! Luna incoming!”

"Yes hello Rowan," she responded, giving him a warning stare. Rowan was tense as he looked at her, unable to stand it much longer he walked away, up the stairs towards Max's room. "Hello, mam?" The Manager's voice brought her back to remembrance. "Yes Mr manager, what do you think of my offer, you have thirty seconds to make your choice, the name or lose your job, you can tell me how much you want and I'll send that soon

Elian had proven that in just three days. I am a goner!

"I am not being childish, Shraf. I want what's rightfully mine, these five years! No amount of your money can bring back those!" "This is not fucking possible!" It was not possible to love you this much either, I did anyway. "30 days." I sipped my coffee, my fingers rubbing the warm mug. "What?" My husband might lost count how many times I rendered him speechless today, but I didn't. I was fucking enjoying it. "I want thirty days from you. For the next thirty days, you are mine. I get to touch you whenever I want, wherever I want. I get to kiss you goodbyes, hug you when we sleep"

Again. "Three days," I say. "We use all of them."

“Screw that three-days-period. I’ve made up my mind, and I’m gonna tell you right now—” Zeke’s face whipped to a side in fear of hearing her rejection. “No, we said three days! Three! Tomorrow! We’re hearing it tomorrow!” Mimi pouted. “You sure you don’t want it now? If you miss it this time, I might never tell you again…”

I say, as if we haven’t already argued, negotiated, and insulted each other. As our hands touch, his palm warm against mine, he leans in just slightly. “Don’t forget,” he murmurs, low enough that only I can hear. “You have three days left. Just like I said.” My wolf, who has been fading in and out for days now, lets out the faintest sound inside me—like a tiny whine of recognition. It’s barely there, but compared to the silence I’ve been living with, it’s deafening. My breath catches.

Tyson smirked. “31 Days.” Chance affirmed. “Which Day was today”? He asked. “Ninth.” Dr. Tyson added. “Twenty two days to go, man I am gonna savor these.” with a devilish smirk, Chance declared.