Focus Goals Quotes

After being forced to donate the blood from my heart to my Alpha's beloved witch, I die in the cottage that he'd built for me. Before my death, my five-year-old daughter runs to the castle in the forest to beg him thrice. The first time, she runs into the study and tells him I'm coughing up blood. My mate, Alpha Alaric sneers. "Is this one of Clara's new tricks? I can't believe she taught a child to lie!" He orders his attendant to take our daughter away. The second time, she knocks on the door cautiously and tells him I'm trembling all over. Alaric snorts contemptuously. "What's with the act? All I did was take some of her blood, not gouge her heart out. She'll heal on her own soon enough!" Once again, his attendant chases our daughter out. The third time, she kneels by the study door and weeps, saying that I'm already unconscious. She begs Alaric to save me. This time, he gets mad. He grabs her by the arm and throws her out of the castle. "I told you your mother won't die! Lie to me again, and I'll kick her out of the Wolffang Pack. She can die at the hands of those Rogues!" He breaks her arm in the process, and she clutches it. She has no choice but to pass the family heirloom—a ring—that represents her identity as the Wolffang Pack's heiress to a passing merchant. "I can give you everything valuable I have, Mr. Merchant! I don't want to be an heiress—I just want my mother to stay alive!" The merchant accepts the ring and soon brings a herbalist. However, Alaric's beloved witch, Elena has him taken away. "Sorry, but your father is worried that I'll be upset because my darling black cat is sick. He's ordered all of the herbalists in the pack to focus on treating my cat first." She snorts. "Your mother can wait."

Ang kwentong ito ay iikot sa buhay ni Ahtisa De Guzman, isang inosenteng babaeng nag tiwala sa itinuring niyang kaibigan na akala nya ay tutulungan sya makahanap ng side line upang makatulong sa nag -aagaw buhay niyang ama, ngunit sa halip na trabaho, sya pala ay ibinenta nito na nagbunga iyon ng isang batang lalaki. Kinamuhian niya ang kaibigan na nagtago na matapos siya nitong ibenta. Kinamumuhian din niya ang lalaking bumili sa kanya at nais niya itong makaharap Milo upang pghigantihan ngunit sa ngayon ay mag iipon muna sya ng lakas ng loob, tapang, at kompiyansa sa sarili bago niya ito balikan. Hindi man niya gaanong natitigan ang mukha ng lalaki matapos niya itong pukpukin ng flower vase sa ulo ay hindi naman niya nakakalimutan ang lugar kung saan siya binaboy nito. Hindi rin siya makapag focus dito dahil sa sobrang busy niya sa trabaho at sa pag aalaga sa anak niya. Gayonpaman, nangako sya sa sarili na hahanapin niya ang lalaki at paghihigantihan ito. Hindi siya titigil hanggat hindi nagagantihan ang taong umabuso sa kanya. Ngunit ganoon man ang kanyang sinapit, sa halip na kamuhian ang bata, minahal niya ito at siyang naging dahilan niya para lumaban, at harapin ang mga pagsubok sa buhay ng buong tapang, at mulling bumuo ng matayog na pangarap. Ngunit ang lahat ng Ito ay maglalaho nang umabot na sa ikalimang taon ang bata at doon napag alaman na may malubha itong sakit, sakit na ang tanging lunas ay bone marrow transplant mula sa sarili nitong ama dahil hindi nagmatched ang sa kanya.

“Don’t tell me you’re starting to get scared again,” he whispered before returning his lips to my sensitive nipples. His hand slid lower, shifting my panties aside, the fabric brushing against my skin. “Someone might walk in,” I managed to say, though my voice was barely audible. “Forget everyone and focus on us,” he murmured. His fingers began to tease me, running over my clit with a deliberate slowness that made my breath hitch. “I love how you’re always so wet for me,” he said, his tone filled with raw desire. As his pace quickened, his words urged me on. “Don’t hold back your moans. I want to hear all of it.” The knowledge that his office was soundproof was the only reassurance I had, but even then, I couldn’t trust my own voice. My body arched in response as he trailed kisses along my neck, his fingers moving with an intoxicating rhythm. “I love how your body reacts to my touch,” he murmured against my skin. “I could fuck you all day.” “Yes,” I moaned, unable to stop myself. “Yes, what?” he teased, his fingers moving even faster, pushing me closer to the edge. “Don’t stop, Alex,” I gasped. ********************************************************** Six years ago, Alex broke me, leaving me humiliated, pregnant, and abandoned. He chose Camila, his flawless childhood friend, while I was left to pick up the shattered pieces of my life. But I survived, and for my son, I built a life I’m proud of. Now, Alex is after me, but stunned by the woman I’ve become, and the son who bears his resemblance. When he asked about his father, my son’s innocent reply said it all: "Mommy said he's dead." I couldn’t have said it better myself.