روايات بقلم Young Adele

Lizzy's POVAs I slowly woke up in the cozy warmth of our tent, my body still ached from the tiresome labor. I struggled to piece together the hazy memories of the long night. I only remembered being hovered above but Joan and the women before I finally succumbed to the beacon of the anesthesia I had been given. But as my eyes focused, I saw Alpha Gerald standing near me, his strong arms cradling a bunch of clothing and it took me a while to realize that it was our child. Our precious baby. A mix of excitement and exhaustion washed over me, and tears flowed freely down my cheeks. I was a mother. I had built my own family.Gerald turned towards the bed when he heard some movements and the sound of my sobbing and I saw his face light up as his eyes met mine and he walked to the bedside. As he came closer, I could see that his eyes too were filled with unshed tears and it made me even tear up the more."She's here, Lizzy," Gerald whispered as he came to sit on the bed, his voice laced w

Gerald's POVIt felt like an eternity since the labor started. I had been preparing to go hunting with some of the rouge's turned park members when Joan had come running to me and I had left everything to go to her but soon I was sent out of the tent. Lizzy's excruciating screams resonated through the camp, sending shivers down my spine. I paced frantically outside the tent as Joan and a few other women were tending to her. The faces of the women that were outside with me, were etched with worry, mirroring the concern that gnawed at my own heart. But I had to remain strong.I glanced at the male pack members, their eyes filled with anxiety. Ethan, the leader of the rogue park stood beside me, his firm gaze fixed on the tent. We shared a silent understanding - the well-being of our new pack was intertwined with the happiness and health of Lizzy and our newborn.The piercing cries grew louder, and I could barely contain my impulse to storm into the tent and alleviate Lizzy's pain. Yet,

Life in the woods became a seamless routine filled with love and support. Despite the challenges we faced, we remained resilient, constantly looking out for one another. We had each other's backs, knowing that together, we could overcome anything. Even the nightly creatures if they came to look for us and find it by para venture.As the days went by, I couldn't shake the feeling that we were being watched. On several occasions, I caught glimpses of shadows lurking in the trees, their presence sending chills down my spine. But I refused to let fear consume me. As long as they kept their distance, I was determined to focus on the happiness and safety of our pack. I wanted to mention it too Gerald and Joan on several occasions but I changed my mind as I didn't want to burden them with thinking we were being watched especially as I didn't know for sure and it turned out to be just paranoia.One evening, while Joan and I sat around the campfire, cooking dinner and waiting for Gerald to ret

The icy wind cut through the Mayflower clan, matching the somber atmosphere that hung heavy in the air. Ever since the news of my pregnancy had spread, the town had become consumed with fear and uncertainty. Whispers followed me wherever I went, and the worried glances from the werewolves increased day by day. I had absolutely no idea that birthing a halfbreed would bring about challenges and even if I did I possibly couldn't have foreseen the extent of it at all. It seemed as though everyone was fixated on the idea that our child would be unable to control their blood lust, causing a rift in the very fabric of our peaceful community but the basis of there fear was not even proven as in recent years.Restless nights turned into sleepless weeks, and each day brought new concerns as I waited for Gerald to make up his mind concerning the solution of me running away from the clan and going somewhere far away. Even in the privacy of Alpha Gerald and I's bedroom, I couldn't shake off the

The next morning, as the sunlight gently filtered through our windows, illuminating the room, we woke up to face the challenges ahead. Over breakfast, we delved into a heartfelt conversation, sharing our hopes, fears, and ideas for how to navigate this delicate situation. I didn't even have an appetite but I had to eat something for the baby."It's crucial that we engage with the community," Gerald suggested, his voice calm and assured. "We must educate those who hold misconceptions and challenge their outdated beliefs. By fostering understanding and spreading awareness, we can encourage acceptance and embrace the diversity within our pack."I nodded in agreement, feeling a surge of determination. "We could organize events or workshops, where we invite members of the community to learn more about our child and our beliefs. Open dialogue and interactions might help bridge the gap and dispel their fears."Gerald smiled warmly, impressed by my suggestion. "That's an excellent idea, Lizzy

The day Joan returned from her travels, she arrived at my doorstep in a state of panic. I was sitting at the balcony, receiving some fresh air when she practically ran into me. It was evident that something had shaken her to the core, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency in her demeanor. I welcomed her inside, concern etched across my face."Lizzy, why don't you ever listen to me," Joan said, her voice trembling. "I told you to keep your pregnancy a secret until I arrived even from Gerald but what did you do? You went ahead not to tell only Gerald, but the whole effing clan!" She quiet screamed me while looking around frantically.I guided her to the living room, offering her a seat on the comfortable couch. Her behavior was making me panic too but I tried my best to act cool and collected "What's the matter, Joan?" I asked gently, trying to steady my own racing heart. "You seem distressed that I told the clan about my pregnancy. I didn't see any reason why it should be k

Melody’s POVI’ve survived worse than corporate gossip. Tech bros who feel the can get into your pants. VCs who call you sweetheart while rejecting your pitch. Colleagues who take credit for your work. I’ve survived them all and I know a thing or two about finding my way in a board room full of sharks.But nothing prepared me for walking into Kincaid Technologies as Alexander Kincaid’s wife and not and employee.The email had dropped this morning and I saw it while I was going through mine while brushing my teeth.'From the desk of the CEO,It is with great pleasure that we announce the marriage between our capable CEO of Kincaid technologies and our very own Melody Jansen now Melody Jansen-Kincaid.Have a good day.'I had almost choked on my toothpaste and immediately went to demand an explanation from Alex but he wasn't being helpful at all.The elevator doors slide open to the executive floor, and the air shifts before I’ve even stepped out. Conversations die mid-sentence and heads

Alex’s POVThe door shuts behind us as we enter my house. Our house. She doesn't realize it yet, but she belongs here. To me and me alone.I watch her move around the living room slowly pretending like she isn’t rattled. She's still wearing the T-shirt she opened the door with back at her place. It clings to her curves like sin itself, and every movement she makes, makes my cock come alive. I could fuck her right now against the wall, but I won’t. Not yet. I have other things to establish first.She's looking around the house. She drops her bag on the sofa and glances at the hallway leading to the guest room, then at the master bedroom door“This isn’t happening, Kincaid,” she says, shaking her head “I’ll stay in the guest room.”“No.” I answer immediately and she turns to face me fully. “I’m not sharing a bed with you.”I step closer, watching her closely. “You’re my wife.”“This isn’t a marriage. It’s a fucking hostage situation.”I almost smile. I like her angry. “Hostage?" I as

Melody’s POV The way I ran out of his office, one would think I was being chased by criminals. After what Alex did, I spend the rest of the day trying to pretend I’m fine while trying to forget the feel of his hands on my skin and his lips crushing mine hard. It seems to be a lot cause but I tell myself I can still fix this. I’ll get an annulment and even issue a cease-and-desist letter for harassment. I was going to leave this situation with my dignity intact. It’s a lie, and a part of me knows it. But it’s the only thing keeping me from losing my mind totally. I make it through my meetings and answer emails. I smile at Naomi when she asks if I’m okay and when she proves further about what happened at the lobby, I ignore her. At lunch break, I even manage to go to lunch and pretend my appetite isn’t completely gone and replaced by the hunger of wanting his mouth on my neck. By five, I’m exhausted from all the energy I used up in holding myself together. The ride h

Alex’s POV I was standing behind the door, waiting for her to come in and immediately she steps into the office, I lock the door behind. I watch as the click of the lock makes her freeze in shock for a minute before she turns around to face me. She knows exactly what that sound means. It means privacy and freedom to do whatever I want. And I want to do a lot of things. To her, the lock sounds like the same way a trapped animal hears the hungry growl of it's predator. Good. She's looking at me with narrowed eyes, her hands fidgeting until she decides to put them on her hips, like she isn’t trembling underneath all that. My brave little girl. Brave and furious and cornered. “What are you doing? Unlock the door, Alexander.” Her voice is low and firm. I lean back against the door, watching her. She called me by my name. Really fearless. I'm taking my sweet time while I study her. I let my eyes drag over her. From her hair to her face, her tight silk blouse tha

MELODY'S POV The moment the plane touches down in San Francisco, I decide that Vegas was a fever dream. I tell myself it didn’t happen and even if it did, it was a mistake. A bad decision that will be left behind in a city designed to swallow people whole. I’m good at compartmentalizing. Always have been. That was why I did well at my job so I'll treat this situation just as I would a job I do not want. I will file it under: Do Not Repeat. The plan is simple. I’ll get an annulment, delete his number that he put on my phone, pretend none of it happened, and focus on salvaging what’s left of my life. Easy peasy. Except nothing’s ever easy. San Francisco feels colder than I remember or it might just be me. The whole buzz of bad decisions and reckless freedom I felt on the street of Vegas is gone and replaced with an ache in my chest and a headache I can’t shake off. I get home from the airport, drop my bag, and crawl into bed without unpacking. My phone stays off.I do

Alex’s POVMy mornings always feel like punishment with the light being too bright and kind of exposing every mistake made under the cover if darkness but this morning, it doesn't feel that way because I wake up with a gorgeous woman by my side.Melody Jansen-Kincaid is laying in my arms and not a single goddamn regret.She’s half sprawled across my chest, one leg tangled with mine, hair a dark, messy halo on the pillow. The silk sheets are twisted around us, evidence of everything we did last night and a little of what we didn’t get around to because she fell asleep. I feel good. Really fucking good.There’s something about her I can't seem to place my hand on. Maybe is the way she moves or laughs. It might just be how beautiful she is and how each time she smiles, I feel my cock twitch.She was meant for me. I knew it the moment I saw her at that mixer. I saw it again when she stood in that awful chapel and told me “I do” without letting her thoughts win. And last night when she mo