Novel & Cerita Choosen

66k Song Of choice : Slip Away By Ruelle Ask Your Questions :

She asked, beaming with pride. “I have to put it on sooner or later, right?” I giggled. “Did you decide on which of the undergarments you would wear underneath?” She quizzed me. “Yes, I picked the brown with pink ribbon.” I chose the ugliest pair to shove my disdain down Ahiga’s throat. “Not the black with red lace?” She eyed me. I rolled my eyes. “Mommmm….” “Alright, alright. Come here, let me get you dressed.”

we laughed racing towards the dodgem cars ready for battle. After riding all the rides and eating till we were high on sugar, Liam wanted to try and win me a stuffed toy, being a werewolf and having heightened abilities was kind of cheating, which I pointed out but he didn’t seem to care. After successfully knocking over all the bottles in one of the games he asked me to pick the prize I wanted, but I wanted him to choose for me. Of course, he picked a giant stuffed wolf with bright green eyes and a silly grin on his face. “See the resemblance” he asked when holding it up against himself, it had the same colour eyes and infectious smile as him.

As a choice. The best kind.

Connection over control. Choosing each other.

She was choosing it. Completely.

Antonio chuckles, drinking from his beer, as Adam motions to Paisley, who’s finally grabbed me a bottle and a wine cooler for herself, which is a bit of a surprise given the fact that she was staggering sloppily after a twelve-second keg stand last week. “Here you go,” she says to me proudly, handing over the gold labeled beer. It’s actually my least favorite of the three, but I’m not going to tell her that after the show she just put on. Adam smirks, because he knows what I usually buy. I pop the tab off with my keys and drink, trying to ignore him. When I look at Jordan, he’s just staring at Paisley, all confused like someone just told a joke that he didn’t get.

I lay there for a moment taking inventory. The decision was still there, solid and settled in my chest, exactly where I'd left it the night before. I hadn't talked myself out of it in my sleep. Hadn't woken up with the familiar cold water of second thoughts. It was just there, quiet and immovable, the way decisions feel when they're the right ones.

‎In the love. ‎Chosen. ‎Always.

It was time for the third selection to begin, the top and final selection. "Congratulations to the 25 participants who passed. This third selection is not too difficult. We just want to see how you will serve the Alphas, Betas, and Gamma in sex. You will each go into one room that has been provided and serve random man. The one who succeeds in satisfying them will be considered qualified in this selection. I'm sure all the participants have learned about this, right?"