Novel & Cerita Amaya And Janai

He lifts my face so that we are staring into one another's eyes, and his bright green eyes are filled with wonder, awe, and something else. "Amaris, there is someone that I would like to introduce you to," Kenton says, reaching out with his other hand and grasping ahold of my own, then curls me into his body as he tries to shield me from the eyes of the other now naked men and women before us.

It's eyes fell shut as it inhaled deeply. "I'm glad you're okay." She could hear Amira whisper to it. It let out a soft growl before its eyes opened again and they met gazes once more, "This is Willow. Janice was her mentor. This is Aiden, my Mate." Aiden glanced to Amira for a quick moment before he turned his gaze back to her and gave a slight nod of acknowledgement. "Now that everyone is here," Jax said with slight annoyance, "now what?"

Anaya’s POV “Mama Non voglio sposarmi” “What?” she looked at me like I was crazy “Please, Mama, I don’t want to get married” “That is not for you to decide. You will get married” “Fine, but please not to him”, I pleaded. “That is also not your choice. Everything is finalised.” “Please, Mum, I do not wish to marry him,” I said, tears pouring out of my eyes, my head bowed.

Hey, be careful and stop yelling, I'm in here," in my head, to which I responded. quite soothing, in a good way. There was a light breeze touching my fur as I dashed through the trees. In fact, this is perfect. Alienation was something I felt. I felt a lot of freedom. Why are my manners missing, I'm sorry. My modest self was not introduced. Due to my rambling speech on the issues I'm facing, I forgot. As a reminder, my name is Amaya Ariana Jordan. Daughter of the late Hugo liam Jordan, and her late mother name was Kimberly Hanna Jordan, a former Beta male of the vengeful eyed pack.

JENNA Another woman, dressed almost similarly to the one I saw speaking to Jason earlier, walks out of one of the tents. She had two garlands in her hold and she greeted us. “Hola. Welcome to Fantasyland.” Her voice was cheerful and her smile bright as she said that. I automatically found myself smiling back. “I’m Amaya and I’ll be your guide and helper for your stay here.” “Nice to meet you,” I spoke. She wiggled the garlands in her hold, and when I went to take it from her. She pulled her hand backwards. I watched her a little confused, wondering if I did something wrong.

Amaya said and laid down on the bed. Grace widened her eyes surprisingly, her gaze fixed on Amaya. “Are you saying Gianna is a fucking lesbian!?!" Amaya didn't answer. She just stares into space, remembering her first encounter with Gianna when she came to the prison. FLASH BACK. A beautiful Amaya entered the restroom to wash off the speck of food that clings to her jumpsuit when someone entered and squeezed her ass behind, pressing her body against hers. “Hot." Gianna moaned out, her breath raking against her neck, making fear run through her nerves.

“What do you plan to do about Raina?” I raised an eyebrow. Amaya mentioning my mistress threw me for a loop. “What about her?” I demanded angrily. What the fuck did Raina have to do with any of this? “Well... you can’t keep fucking her when you’ve got this mate bond to contend with,” Amaya spoke slowly. Mimicking my posture, she kicked her feet out and leaned back in her chair as well. “Give her to me.” My eyebrows nearly disappeared into my hairline. Another reason we’d parted ways in terms of sleeping together. Amaya decided she liked women more than she liked my dick. To each their own. I couldn’t blame her though. I liked pussy more than dick too.

“But here we are.” Nonna nodded, apparently happy with what I’d told her and then turned her attention to Amaya. “And you, what do you do?” “Uh, I’m a librarian,” Amaya replied, her voice a little shaky. “And I take care of my sister.” “Librarian? So you have a degree?” “A master’s.” Amaya nodded. “How old are you?” She eyed her, giving her a sweep up and down. “Twenty-eight,” Amaya replied at once. Nonna nodded—young enough to give her some grandchildren, that was what she was thinking.

Jasper I knew telling Amaya what my father did would cause more problems in the future, but it wasn’t just my life that was being affected negatively. Amaya turned a few months ago and found out that she had powers and was royalty. I walked with her to different games and had her try some of our pack’s food, it hadn’t been that different from the food they make in the human dimension. As we were talking, John and another senior member came up to Amaya and me.

I knew it was coming like always. “You belong to me, Amaya. Slaves don’t get to run whenever they want,” he spat, hitting me again. “You will never get away.” By now, everyone was out watching just like always. Amaya is getting punished again. It was always a spectacle, a source of twisted joy for them to see me suffer at the hands of their Alpha. I saw them snickering, some muttering curses, others wishing I would just die, while a few hurled names like stones.