Novel & Cerita Miles X Gwen

Miles said, trying to call the class to attention. With reluctance, they dispersed and found their spots. “Mr. Lockwood, before class, can we talk about the elephant in the room?” Miles leaned against his desk and nodded. “Okay, let’s get this out of the way and get back to class. As you should all know by now, Wren is my sister-in-law, not my sister by blood. She is married to my brother, Weston. End of story. Now, I want to talk abou—”

She pulls her hand away fast, the sudden coldness of her palm making her heart sink. CK notices the shift instantly. He covers smoothly, his voice raised just enough to carry if the window were open. “I’m glad I saw you walking home from the bus stop, Selene. Saved you a ten-block trek in those heels.” Gwen nods slowly from the window, her expression unreadable from this distance. She smiles—a small, hesitant thing—and waves.

Currently, I am depleting my time here as I enjoy the beautiful scenery in the middle of the night, randomly brooding and fetching fresh air. 'Hey! Do you have plans in finding your mate?' my wolf, Violet, inquired as I scrutinized the river in front of me with a frown. She knew I didn't want to discuss it very well, but she kept prodding me. I am Gwen, the noblest wolf of the Blood Moon Pack, and yes, I am different from every other member of my kind. I turned eighteen yesterday, which means I have to find my mate. However, I refused to have one, which was solace because I had no plan to meet my mate.

Sean could feel a migraine forming the moment he saw Mia. He couldn't have cared less if it hadn't been for the fact that she was just 18 years old and unfamiliar with this place. This was her first time traveling abroad, too. He heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that Gwen's expression was her usual one. Standing behind her, he wrapped a hand around her waist and said, "Morning." Gwen stiffened and glanced at his hand around her hip. The corners of her lips tilted up into a smile.

That should do. Three hours passed and Gwen neither replied nor showed up.

She needed the problem taken care of immediately and didn't want to hear any excuses. The pressed the door bell and didn't waste a few seconds before she pressed again... Gwen answered the door was surpised to see Gina again for the second time that week. She could immediately tell that something was wrong with Gina... She looked really mad and walked into the house without saying word. She walked right into the living room and found Michelle... Michelle was about to take a sip out of tea, but she dropped it when Gina walked in with an envelope in her hand... "Who is she?" Gina said, her eyes red with her... Gwen walked in also and Michelle exchanged confused looks with gwen... "Who are you

Michelle suggested. "It'll be an honour. I heard your husband bought the red..." They spoke as they head to the terrace. Ethan heaved a breath of relief. "The worse is over..." . . Gwen was at the company. She was done for the day. She was heading out when she saw her teammates. "Gwen? Is it true?" "What's true?" "You're dating boss" "No, I'm not" "You are staying at the Croydon manor?" "No, I'm not" she said.

She pulled her robe closer to her body before she reluctantly moved closer to me. “Gwen, where have you been?” I asked. She seemed fazed and she took a glance at the back before returning her eyes to me. “I just figured that I need some fresh air,” she excused, avoiding my gaze. There was something weird going on with Gwen the entire time we were in Mexico. She looked unsettled and she was too hesitant to budge. I couldn’t discern if she was hiding something, but all I could think of was that maybe she just had a bad experience here in Mexico. She barely said anything when we talked to Paola, it must’ve something to do with her trauma with Fernando. She mentioned that she was almost killed b

Gwen was sitting straight-backed and attentive; she was asking precise questions and taking in everything Graham was saying. She was remarkable, and I was done pretending I could be in the same room with her and feel nothing. Our discussion ended, and Graham gathered his papers. I looked at Gwen, and she turned her head. Then our eyes met, and whatever she found in mine made something flash through hers before she turned away. "We'll be in touch before the week is out," I told Graham, and he nodded then closed his folder. He stood, and we shook hands; then he was gone.

Chapter 3: Gwen: The clock on the office wall said 8:47 when I finally closed the file. My back was hurting and my eyes felt awful like someone had rubbed them with sand. I had been sitting at my desk since seven that morning which translated to thirteen hours of working on contracts for a firm that paid me just enough money to keep me happy that I have a job but not enough to add to my other jobs and get exactly just by. Omega work. That was what they called it when you had no pack backing, no Alpha's seal on your employment record, no one to call if the hours stretched past decent.