Walt Whitman Poems

Have you ever wondered what it feels like to crave someone so badly all you want is to be tangled in the sheets with them all day? Well that's the case of Karen Whitman, her mad crave for the dominating alpha Logan is something everyone in the clan knows. She never seems to hide her feelings for him but there's a bridge,a huge hole where hatred, pent-up feelings lay. For decades,Logan has kept a deep feeling of hatred for Karen and her family, especially her. The hatred grew worse when he found out she was his mate, playing stubborn,he picked another mate and rejected her publicly, calling her a mistake and disgrace to the clan. What's the cause of the hatred? Why doesn't he want her as a mate? What happened several decades ago to cause such a rift between them.....? ". ". ". ". " 'Excerpt from the story' "Why do I want you so much when you hate me to a fault? My gosh you've hated me for decades." Karen's husky voice came out, making him rage the more but the little man in his pants had no regards for his mood. She'd sneaked into his Chambers late at night and had woken him up with feathery kisses, making him hard to the point of pain. "You're the worst mistake that ever happened to us Karen, remember that. You're and never will be my mate." It stung her deep, even deeper than the claws on a wolf,it brought tears to her eyes as she moved away from him. "I curse you this day, never to show your face to me." He said as she gasped and he seemed to be shocked from what he just said but a curse remains a curse till one of them dies.........

A week after I gave birth via C-section, Mark Whitman invited his friends over to celebrate the birth of our son. The crowd was boisterous—more than a dozen people. Not one of them bothered to remove their dirty shoes. The wooden floor was soon covered in muddy footprints. Mark came into the room and, without a hint of concern, ordered me out of bed. "Everyone's waiting outside. Don't just hide here and rest—you're embarrassing me in front of our guests." I had no choice but to push through the pain, forcing my body to prepare a huge meal for the large crowd, all on my own. When I carried the final bowl of steaming soup to the table, Lily Hoyte—whether intentionally or not—jabbed her hand against the wound on my abdomen. My hand trembled from the sudden pain, and the bowl slipped slightly, spilling the hot soup onto Lily's shoes. Mark's face darkened instantly. "What the heck did you do, Cammy? Lily rushed here right after her plane landed from overseas to see our son, and this is how you treat her?" The crowd quickly chimed in. "Come on, Cammy, no need to be so petty." "Mark and Lily grew up together. If there was really something between them, do you think you'd even be here now?" "Do you even know how much those shoes cost? They're limited edition—easily over ten thousand dollars. And you just ruined them." Lily stood up awkwardly, her eyes misting with tears. "If Cammy doesn't like me," she said softly, "then I'll leave. I don't want to be a bother." But Mark grabbed her hand in an exaggerated display of protection, his voice harsh as he turned to me. "Wipe Lily's shoes clean. Right now." His partiality for Lily made something sharp twist in my chest. My lips quivered as I fought back tears. "The wound on my stomach hasn't healed yet. I can't bend over." At that, his expression grew colder. "Don't use childbirth as an excuse. If you can't bend over, then kneel and wipe them. And if you won't, get out of my house!"