Under The Oak Tree Maxi Novels & Stories

Connor was behind me, but he, too, couldn't believe what our eyes were seeing in front of us. My mate was shirtless with his shorts slightly down; he was between Alexia's legs; she had her legs around Maximo's waist. She was leaning on his desk and was only wearing her panties; Maximo was moaning her name —Alexia! — just hearing it broke my heart into a thousand pieces. She screamed his name in ecstasy while he kissed her neck —Maximo, don't stop, make me yours, I knew you would come back to me — she said. I understood she was right; no matter what happened, even if it were his mate, he would always return to her.

A heavy thump from a higher branch caused the leaves to rain down like falling emerald jewels. “Uh-oh. Someone’s falling.” Alex’s smile vanished, replaced by an impassive face. “Have you gotten what I asked for?” he asked without looking up at Maxwell. “Fat chance. You aren’t getting away with it, buddy. So, humor me with your answer,” Maxwell teased. There was a smooth rustle of something unfurling. Alex spun around, and his face was merely an inch away from Maxwell’s that he quickly had to scoot away. Maxwell’s wings were sprawled open behind his back, and his brown mop of hair turned a shade darker amidst the night. “Why do you look like a lovesick puppy staring at the princess?”

I look around but I can't see anything but then my phone beeps with a message and I know exactly who it's off. "good girl it's nice to see you can do as your told. behind the old oak tree, you will find a box. remember do not tell anyone. see you soon j x" I know which tree it is and run over to it to find a medium-sized pink box with a red bow on it and a tag that says "Dear Emma, I hope you like what I got you. see you soon J x" my hands shake as I reach out to touch the box, I pick it up but it's insanely light and I'm dreading looking inside of it because it's clearly not going to be a puppy.

“Go talk to Max. She’ll tell you all you need to know.” I hovered over Lukas, waiting for him to explain further, but he didn’t. My eyes rolled, and I turned to face Max. She was still with the others, discussing under a tree. Seeing Max there, with her pale skin glowing under the pale start of the autumn sun, made my mouth water. The fresh wind made her midnight black hair sway and sometimes cover her face, which she flicked away with a push of her hands. Her scent travelled with the breeze until it reached me, and my canines tingled simultaneously as a fit of hunger emerged. I hadn’t eaten in days and doubted Lukas had anything here for me. Great.

" The wind forces Maximus into the sky. Lightening blasts from the tree and a fire starts within the branches. The queen of the unicorns appears and catches Maximus in midair. Her eyes are all blue as she uses her magic to send him through a magic portal. The portal gets larger and on the other side is the Wolf People village. He is forced through as the werewolves cheer. Chief Wolfpaw grunts and Cody comes to my side. My clothes are torn and my breasts are exposed. All the drama of the last few minutes suddenly becomes real. Cody takes his sweatshirt off and covers me up with its warmth. His familiar scent forces the touch of Maximus out of my body.

The long pinkish-red hair reached her eye level. "She kept following me, Mom," Max complained from up the tree, venting to Amanda. "It's because Max is so handsome. I like seeing his purple eyes, just like yours, Madam, who is not an angel," Kaliya innocently replied, flashing her blackened teeth again.

I’m below a tree, an oak tree. The realization sends a shot of sobering adrenaline through me, and my mind emerges from the haze—it’s not just any oak tree. It’s our oak tree! I’m laying at the tunnel entrance, but how did I get here? Who brought me here? Why am I naked? Why can’t I move?

The other, secretly taken of Nathan in his tree costume, practicing his lines alone. Both sets of children. Both innocent. Both mine. But Eva's threat rang clear, fix this, or lose everything. I picked up my phone, scrolling through pictures. Leo showing me his new dinosaur drawing. Mia in her blue dress, waiting for me to match my tie. James proudly displaying his first lost tooth. Sam asleep on my chest during movie night. Then the video Martha sent, Nathan rehearsing his lines. "I am a mighty oak tree," his small voice declared. "Strong and tall, reaching for the sky."

But every year, at the same time, one of her comrades delivered a pack of shortbread cookies. At 60, I taught my final class. Before the bell rang, I looked out toward the hillside. A flourishing willow tree stood there. My son lay beneath it. "Cyrus, Dad misses you." —The End