"Fuck!," she moans as my finger slides fully inside her, her body responding instantly. "More," Elisia demands, breathless. "Really?" I taunt her. "Beg. You know how this works, Elisia. I'm in control, not you." "I'm not begging you," she retorts, though her voice wavers. Without hesitation, I pull my finger out, leaving her aching for more. I begin teasing her, running my finger along her slit, knowing she'll eventually break. "I'm going to kill you," she growls. "Oh, really?" I mock, pulling my hand away entirely. She sighs, realizing I'm serious. "Theo, please," she whispers softly. "Not good enough," I say, sucking on her neck, leaving my marks. "Please, Theo, touch me," she whimpers, her voice more desperate as I bite into her skin. I stop and smirk against her neck, savoring her submission. I pull back, admiring her. She's a beautiful, needy mess, just for me. "Was that so hard, Sia?" I tease, enjoying the control I have over her. They were forced into a marriage, but fate had other plans. What started with resentment turned into something deeper. She wanted to hate him, but he replaced all her anger with tenderness. "It's hard to explain," I sigh. "I'll listen, baby," he whispers, resting his forehead against mine. "Just talk to me, please."
•Elisia•
I dreadfully drag my feet out of the university and to my car. I'm going home for Christmas. One month. With them, again.
I completed all of my exams early, but I lied to my parents saying that I still had one more to take. It's officially the end of semester one, meaning I have no more excuses to drown them in anymore.
Stanford University.
I love this place, I never want to leave. It's my escape from my family. Most people hate college, but it's the opposite for me. Studying is fun-I love learning, mostly because of my passion for medicine.
I take a deep breath and start my car, heading to my regular sized apartment. It doesn't take me more than ten minutes before I arrive at my place, since it's not very far from campus.
I unlock the door and take myself to my
room-my very messy room. I open my closet and grab bundles of clothes, neatly folding, then fixing them into my suitcase.
I make my way over to my dresser and look at my drained, tired reflection. I was doing perfectly fine before my papa had called me and demanded I come home.
Sighing deeply, I start to gather my makeup and all of my other necessities such as my hygiene products.
I finish packing and pick up my suitcase from the bed, placing it on the ground with a loud thud. Turning off my lights and just as I open my bedroom door, I hear someone's footsteps. Inside of my apartment.
What the fuck?
I live alone.
I only told Matt, my boyfriend, I was going home for Christmas and that he couldn't come over anymore.
Confusion and panic creeps it's way up me and wraps around my throat. In utter instinct, I turn around and open a drawer beside me, the one with all types of knifes.
For protection, you know?
I firmly grasp onto the handle and get behind my door, sheltering myself. I see a shadow approaching my way and mentally prepare my body.
The anonymous person enters my room and faces their back to me. It's so dark, I can't see shit.
I decide to not test my crappy luck and lunge towards the uninvited intruder. If someone is going to die today, it won't be me. I twist their body, pushing them up against the wall and position the knife against their neck.
And these are skills I learned when I was younger...
Until they scream. She screams? A girl? There's no way a guy would sound like that. Unless he's really feminine.
I don't fucking know.
Lost in my thoughts, the person reaches their hand out to the switch and turns the lights on. I instantly step back after realizing who it is, my eyes wide from regret and shock.
"What. The. Actual. Fuck. Sia!?" My favorite person yells, panting heavily.
My mouth is still gaped open before I burst into a rambling conversation. "I'm so sorry Sandra. I thought it was some burglar!" I explain, trying to prove my innocence.
Sandra is still out of breath from my stunt which I thought was quite impressive. "Why do you even have a knife in your room?" She finally talks after a good ten seconds of silence.
I give her a very, well knowing look. She knows exactly why I have weapons named as protection with me.
Before I could give her a sarcastic response, she mutters out a stretched out 'oh'. Then, she changes the topic as quick as the wind changes. Only, I didn't want to talk about what she was about to say...
Sandra crosses her arms and tilts her head at me, her eyes glaring me down. "I came here to say goodbye, since you didn't think it was necessary to tell me you were leaving."
Damn it.
Sandra has been my best friend since high school and she's been through it all with me. She knows about everything. Every guy who's hurt me, every guy I've dated, my past friendships, my relationship with my parents, everything.
Not by blood, but she's my sister.
Sandra was there for me when I was suffering through depression. When my parents didn't want to take me to therapy, she did. I called her when I needed help with my panic attacks and she made me clean of self-harm. In conclusion, this woman is the most important person in my life and always will be.
"Are you going to answer or...?" Sandra raises a brow, cunningly waiting for a response.
"Yes..." I mumble as I'm snapped back into reality. I take a deep, long breath for the intense speech I'm about to give my best friend. "Sandra, I'm sorry. It completely slipped out of my mind and I know you're upset. I didn't want to worry you-"
Sandra cuts me off from rambling even more and voices her comforting words, "Sia, babes. I'm just joking, it's okay." A wide, playful smile forms on her face.
My heart swells and I suddenly feel like an emotional wreck. She knows me so well, to the point it's concerning.
I didn't tell her, because I knew how she would react if she found out I was going to my parents house for Christmas.
I haven't seen my parents since I graduated high school, which was two years ago. Two fucking years. No calls. No messages. Nothing.
I have been tagging along with Sandra at her house for holidays. Her family absolutely loves me and treats me like their own daughter. They are the family I never had, the type of people and love I've always craved for deep down.
I finally release a breath I didn't realize I was holding for such an immense amount of time, and wrap my arms around Sandra. My eyes shut tightly, trying to keep the unwanted tears from escaping.
"I don't know what they want from me, San..." I choke out, finally loosening the tight grasp I had on my emotions. "Papa called me earlier and told me- no, he demanded, I come home."
She pulls me back, so she can wipe my tears off of my cheeks. Her thumbs graze under my eyelids and she grabs my face, making me look at
her. "Sia, say the word and I swear I'll-"
"No...I just- he called me. Not a single heartfelt greeting of his daughter, instead he ordered me to come home or else..." My breath hitches at the back of my throat and I feel a tsunami of hurt running up me. "He will come here and drag me home." I finish, my voice wavering and filled with pain.
"You don't have to go, I'm here for you." Sandra assures, trying to convince me. But I know my papa. He will indeed come here and drag me by my fucking hair if I don't comply to his demands.
I've never been one to stand by and take hurtful comments. I'm the one to snap back with the same amount of energy. But, it's different with papa-I can never look him in the eyes and defend myself. My mouth has been sealed shut with past trauma and the fear of what he will do to me if I decide to speak against him.
"I have to go, Sandra." I breathe and she instantly starts shaking her head.
***
It takes me about a solid hour to convince her. Convince her, that I will be fine and we will see other after break. But at this point, I don't know if it's her or myself that I'm trying to reassure.
Sandra agrees on the condition that I will text and call her everyday, to inform her I am okay. I internally smile, no one has ever cared this much for me.
She and I both walk out of the apartment, locking the door as we go. Before getting in my car, I hug her one last time. "I love you, Sandra." My voice comes out as a mere whisper, hoping this won't be the last time I see her.
"I love you too, Sia." She smiles, hugging me even tighter as if she's not ready to let go either.
After a couple of minutes, we say our goodbyes and I situate myself into the car, driving off with a heavy heart.
Once I get on the highway, I play some music to lighten my mood and distract myself of what's to come.
'Cruel Summer' by Taylor Swift starts playing from my playlist.
God, I love her so much.
Thought, the song doesn't quite match the aura since it is Christmas. So, I change it to 'Midnight Rain', which brings me an unexplainable amount of comfort and relief.
It's a four hour ride home and I left my apartment at 6:00 p.m., meaning I'll arrive there around 10:00 p.m.
Great.
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Sandra Hill, the long-lost real heiress of the Hill family, was shunned by her own kin. Instead of embracing her, they bestowed their affection upon an impostor. They even arranged her to marry a vegetative man in place of her so-called “sister”. Sandra sneered, refusing to put up with this humiliation, cut off ties with the Hill family immediately and ran into the flash marriage with Wesley Cooper, her unconscious billionaire husband. With her incredible medical skills, she defied the odds and revived him. Little did she expect that her husband spoiled her with all his love... A medical genius, a computer prodigy, a national treasure in painting, and a racing legend... Her husband revealed her various identities, leaving the Hill family regretful. Her father came pleading, "It's Dad's fault. Please come back." Her mother wept, "Mom will protect you from now on. Please come back." Even her five brothers knelt before he, begging for forgiveness. Yet, Sandra's smile held a hint of mockery as she vowed, “Never!”
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"You're the moon wolf, Lola. You're the wolf with the power of the Moon goddess", Serena said and collective gasps were heard in the room. After being rejected by her mate in Moonlit pack, Lola escaped on a full moon only to enter the territory of the next Alpha King who also happened to be her second chance mate. Adrian is the next Alpha King but he hasn't been able to assume his role because he needed a Luna by his side. A rogue that trespassed on his territory, whom he ordered be killed turned out to be his mate leaving him in a dilemma. Will Adrian reject Lola because she came into his territory as a rogue? Will he overcome what happened to him in the past and give Lola a chance or reject her and go ahead with Fay as his chosen Luna? What will happen when everyone finds out just how much power Lola wields and how she's supposed to protect her kind in an oncoming war? Find out in Lola - The Moon Wolf!