The Night I Let Him In Novel Novels & Stories

Chapter Eight Ex Mother-in-law (Ella’s POV) I woke the next morning to sunlight filling the penthouse and absolute silence. There were no footsteps. Just quiet. I pushed the blanket off and sat up slowly, still adjusting to the fact that this wasn’t my apartment… and I wasn’t alone in my life anymore. When I walked into the main living space, something on the counter caught my eye. A note. In neat handwriting I didn’t expect from a man as large and grouchy as Hayes.

Once I was satisfied with what I saw, I made my way out of the room. “Going out again?” Rosemary’s voice suddenly sounded out of nowhere. I didn’t even know she was there. “Yeah, Zane and I are going on a date.” I replied and before she could pry further, I hurried out. The driver was the same man from last night but now looking a bit different. He was wearing a crisp suit, and wore a polite smile as he held the door open for me without a word. "Good evening, Miss Lyra," was all he said before we headed out.

"You fight with soldiers. I fight with nothing." He stares at me. He hates that I’m right. He hates that I chose this—this poverty, this ugliness—over his golden cage. He looks at the bed. He sees the indentation on the pillow. He smells Spadino on me. Jealousy flares in his eyes. Hot and green. "He was here," he says. "Last night." "Yes." "And you let him stay." "Yes." "But you wouldn't let me in." "You weren't invited."

"Stay here tonight. In the quarters. Not in the archives. Not with the others. Here." "Agreed." He nodded and went into his room. I tidied up the table and got into bed. The magic hummed contentedly beneath my skin. The bond felt warmer. And somewhere in the apartment, the man who had once hated me—and who was now revealing truths that threw my heart into turmoil—was breathing. I fell asleep with the feeling that the choice was drawing nearer. And that it would be more dangerous and more beautiful than anything I had ever known. *******

“I did just not as strong as most mates do. The time that it was strongest was the night I walked in on my Alpha mate, thrusting his cock hard into my little sister. I didn’t want to see, I didn’t want to believe that I wasn’t enough for him…” I stop. He takes two steps before stopping and then turning around so that he is facing me. I look down, closing my eyes as I try to fight off the images of that memory. I then feel his fingers on my chin as he applies pressure, making me look up at him. I take a deep breath and whisper, “That is the night I ended up at a dance club and the owner allowed me to enter as his guest. That is the night I ended up in your arms and if I remember from when I w

“Don’t care if you don’t love me. Just let me love you, that’s all I ask.” I slipped from his grasp, the familiar veil falling over me again, hiding everything beneath the shadows. Out the door, into the waiting night. Nikolai was waiting, silent, steady. We drove back the same way, the broken-down car swap seamlessly, slipping past Dante’s men unnoticed. Back to the bookstore, back to the game. And the lies we live.

He still couldn't believe it but that same day, a representative from Lancaster Group came to his restaurant to talk about Benjamin's transfer to a better medical facility and the fact that his daughter will be able to live a comfortable life--one that he stripped them off the moment he brought Helga and Beatriz home. However, Helga doesn't give up that easy. She sensed the avoidance and ambushed Charles past midnight. The entire house was dark, Charles smiled as he slipped inside the main door. All of a sudden the lights turned on, momentarily blinding him he had to shield his eyes. "What the...?" "Welcome home, dear husband." Helga purred in the couch. Charles smiled awkwardly, realizing h

But another part of me lapped up the old-world chivalry with relish. Grayson led the way to the entrance of the building. He typed some numbers into a keypad and the doors opened. We walked across the shiny marble foyer to the lift and he pressed the call button and the doors whispered open at his command. He waved me to go ahead of him. ‘After you.’

He squeezed my hands again affectionately, “I know. Just give me a chance. Some weeks ago, you wouldn't even let me talk to you, but look where we are now. I'll do better, I'll be better. I'll stop doing drugs, stop selling them if you want me to. I promise," I sighed, raking my fingers through my now disheveled hair. I was having a moment of devastation and confusion. Though he had been right, some weeks ago, I never thought we would ever get intimate but here we were, fucking like two animals with reckless abandon in a car, out in the open and the middle of the streets, not fearing if we could get crushed by an oncoming car. Heck, I was totally into this guy! Clicking my purse open, I pull

He moved up to the door and squinted out into the night. August looked out at the towering creature with black fur, which didn’t look their way, as Rufus slowly mouthed the words, “He is.”