"Alpha Damon and Luna Nora. Your room number will be 2024, one of our finest suite of the building, promptly prepared to your accommodations, and will be directly be at the end of the hallway. Proceed with Taylor here and he shall show you both to your suite. Have a good day Alpha and Luna." The manager greeted with a firm nod to the escort. Taylor -following his manager's movement, dipped his golden head to the point where his back could've cracked.

Mumbling back a quick reply, I hurried to follow Damon and Taylor already heading down the gleaming and well polished corridor. Large brown tiles traced with black and outlined with larger white squares reflected the contrasting marble covered walls. About every metre away was a darkly royal-style, french candle chandelier dangling overhead, which I only recall seeing from my old history textbooks. Besides the small decorative pieces adorning the sides, there wasnt much in the hall.

The elevator chimed, and we all lined in with a good distance away from each other. It was as big any other thing else in this hotel. I've been on many Alpha business trip with my brothers, but never have I ever seen any hotel as grand or luxurious as this place.

Despite for its warm welcoming workers, there was a solemn and silent atmosphere, almost mysterious, if not eerie vibe. Like the walls watched hungrily or like having eyes set on your every move. It was as if all the secrets this place held, were compressed into the walls to be forgotten. The thought alone of such a thing sent chills down my spine. The thought of something lurking around every corner. Something wasn't right about this place.

The chiming of the elevator instantly brought back my attention. I don't know why, but when I looked up, my eyes caught Damon glaring at Taylor. Taylor seemed to be carelessly smirking in my way, and that only kept enraging Damon. Exchanging glances, I sigh. To avoid this murderous mess of holding my Mate back from murder, I charge out of the elevator shaft and down the hall with both of them on my trail far behind, throwing daggering glances at each other.

Taylor overtook me before we could reach the door to open it, winking at me on my way in. My face tightens into a frown, and Damon takes notice.

"Good day Luna, Alpha." He bowed, his lips tugging at the corner. "Hope you both enjoy your stay-" "We will when you decided to leave." Damon pressed flatly, ignoring the fact he mentioned Luna before Alpha. Maybe Leila was right about outsiders being clueless to Damon's Pack's ways. The mentioned of her name churned my stomach.

Taylor left directly afterwards without a word and final bow. Relived of his departure, I decided to skim over the room and amazingly, found myself at awe. The suite was immensely larger than I figured. It was close to the bedroom back home, but just slightly bigger in comparison. The walls were a deep brown with white borders edging the ceiling and floors. There was a full thick sofa set and office desk cornered in one side of the room with the dresser, cupboards on the other.

The bed was on a risen platform on the middle with about 3 steps to climb to reach the top and white pillars planted at each corner, adorned with the softest of fabrics parted at the each side. Damon removed his phone from his pocket and began dialling numbers, heading towards the patio.

I advance towards the furthest corner to see a mannequin draped in the most striking, fiery dress. It had somewhat a romper with full sleeves and a plunging v shape neck, interlocked with straps over crossing each other creating Xs. "What is this?" I ask, gesturing at the dress as Damon strode back in from the patio.

He looked from me to the dress. "That last I thought you girls call it a dress. You know, something meant to cover your body with while yet displaying your legs and other stuff."

"Even I can see that, Im not blind. I meant, why is it here?"

"For heaven's sake, don't tell me you werent planning on wearing that sweater for News Year were you?" His accusation stung.

Of course not! "Where are we going?" Was all I asked after swallowing the heavy lump in my throat.

"Some high school friends of my mine are throwing a small New Years Party nearby. They've invited us and they'd like to meet you." He answered sourly, looking down at his screen. "Ill be back and oh, dont wait for me to tell you to start getting ready. I know how you girls love taking your sweet time getting all pretty."

Before I could chuck the closest object in reach at him, Damon had already disappeared with his signature slamming of the door behind. I take a seat on the steps to the bed rather than on the actual bed itself for two reasons. One, I wasnt in the mood for the luxurious, springy mattress which probably could swallow me whole at first touch and Two. I always found myself on the floor whenever I wanted to be alone.

My annually grieving of my parents death; on the floor. My crying after nearly being killed by a rogue on my wedding day; also on the floor. Me being locked in a room by my mate; you guessed it, on the floor. I believe you see the pattern now.

I pushed aside my bag and the old, tattered diary came tumbling out. Cupping my hair on either of my head, I find myself gawking at the book with that devil appearing on one shoulder, reeling me into reading and that angel on the other warning me of time management.

My condescending devil conquered as I pick it up and flip to the page I previously left off on.

Aug 6th

Dear Diary,

Today, only days later, we received a handwritten letter enfolded with a picture of an ultrasound. I was almost just as speechless and puzzled as Rocco when I had first opened the envelope but the name MRS. CAMILLA FAITH rang the loudest bell Ive heard till date.

Nathan and Camilla were having their first born. The look on Rocco's face after reading he was becoming an uncle and godfather of the child was confusing at first. He had those glassy eyes, and trembling hands. All the composers of happiness for his childhood friend but something essential was missing. I thought he was going to say something but instead he rose, furious and torn the note to shreds before slipping past me from against the threshold.

I couldn't bare to see him like this, this furious at such a trivial thing. I darted behind him, believing I could help and that happened to be the mistake on my part. I caught up to him before he could shift luckily, ready to talk it out but instead he pinned me to the wall, yelling at me on how this was my fault. 'I should've had the first born. I should've been pregnant before her. I should've given him his happiness.'

He shifted before finishing but the damage was long done. I collapsed helplessly, sinking in my spot drenched in tears. He probably resented me for this. I had to muster my leftover energy in order to write this after crying for about a couple of hours. I wish things could go back to the time I found Rocco and make things right.

....

Aug 7th

Dear Diary,

I didn't deserve to be like this. Treated like nothing, like a mere scrape of garbage thrown around. We were Mates, the Moon Goddess had destined us but it didn't mean he could break me... like this. The way his wolf would take over at night; I could see glimpse of the real Rocco surfacing underneath as he shred through my layers of clothes, and thrust his way into me every night. Even if it were on choice or against my will, it hurt either way.

I just cant take it anymore. I always cried afterwards from the pain, the soreness everywhere. But at the same time, I couldn't help but feel guilty on my part. I was his Mate, yes. But I was the one doing something wrong? I couldn't help but consider my own faulty role. Maybe I was doing something wrong and I couldn't see it.

....

My heart sank with sorrow but yet I flipped the page, unable to hold back the temptation.

....

Aug 20th

Dear Diary,

Despite being unable to lift a finger from the soreness protesting from very nerve, very muscle, very limb, I'm still going to try to write. Even if its hardly no more than a couple of lines, I still want to record this day to words. A day to not forgot.

After all my body has endured for the course of these last few weeks, Im happy to say; Sono incinta. I'm pregnant. Im finally pregnant. Im finally giving what what is excepted of me. I should be happy. Right?

When the Pack Doctor rose with gleam from my bedside, announcing it to the Rocco he was going to have an heir to his title, he did no more than merely nod before excusing himself and leaving the bedroom without a second glance.

I couldn't have been more devastated. After all this pain I had endured, thinking that it was worthy when really it was nothing. I could hardly rise from the bed at most days; being so broken up between the pain I endured on a nightly basis and being deprived of weeks sleep at a time.

I just wished things were different. That the rogue attack never happened, Rocco's dad was never killed, my family was never brutally killed and dead and lastly. My Mate was my Mate again. For once I had no one to express my happiness with. ....

Knocking on the door captured my attention at the end of the chapter. Pushing the book away from my face and wiping the single tear cascading down my cheek, I tuck the book deep into my bag. "Come in."

A young girl -no older than 16 stepped in with inky black black swaying behind her as she step foot into the room with a handful of tremendously vivid tulips. She dips her neck before speaking in her unexpected melodious voice. "My Luna. The Alpha, Luna and the entire FireCrest Pack welcomes you to New York. I shall be your maid for today and be helping you get ready for the party."

"Thank you, to you and your Alpha both for the splendid tulips and the welcoming." I don't mention a word for the getting ready part. I could hardly apply eyeliner without wanting to rip at my hair, so some assistant would be nice.

She moved quickly, gathering the flowers at the stems and slipping them into an empty vase at the coffee table before advancing to the mannequin. I moved around the bed in an less enthusiastic manner towards edge of the bed closet to the dummy as she removed the dress and laid it out for me to gawk at.

The waist was tighter than it appeared on the dummy and the chest was deeper than it seemed as well. It was as if the dress were mocking my poor diet decisions and lumpy yet straight figure. Gulping the bile in my throat, I gather it in my trembling arms, moving to the bathroom to where I find the undergarments laying there before hand. A maxi thin black laced thong and plastic boob holder to cover my ta-ta alone.

After somehow of struggling to fit my entire chest within the lace border, I find myself staring again at my foreign reflection like the day when I awoke to see my mark for the first time.

The fabric was a coarse clinging, velvety velvet with that mild chic apparel. For once, I was shocked to see I wasn't as flat chest as I thought. The dress was pinching at my chest and sticking to the skin at my inner thighs, making them clammy with sweat already.

If I weren't about to freeze from the cold, I'd find myself looking sexier than I ever have in my whole existence. Unlatching the washroom door, I walk out abandoning my flats behind to see the several palettes upon palettes for what seemed to be of eye-shadow, lip colors, and what not, scattered over the dresser surface.

The curtains to the patio were now tied back, displaying the adventurous starry nightlife which await ahead. Examining the dress with a single glance under the dimmed lights, she gestured for my come and take a seat before her at the lit dresser with dozen of lights bulbs decorating the frame.

Taking the seat, she wasted no time in beginning. "What's your name?" I ask as she began to dap the concealer under my eyes with her beauty blender. I wasn't such as hopeless in makeup by the way, I knew my terminology.

"Celeste my Luna." She took up the eye brush and ushered my eyes shut. "You appear so young to be a maid but your makeup skills are more on point than mine."

I heard a shaky laugh. "I'm not as young as I seem my Luna. I'm 18 and my makeup skills are okay for someone who caught hang-of over the years of being the Luna's personal Omega. I admit I'm nothing like a professional but the Luna insisted I'd be the one to do your makeup and help you get ready for tonight."

I hear a satisfied sigh awhile later and the rattling of the cords reopened my eyes. She plugged the straighter and began on the hair, combing out the tangles and parting my hair into about a dozen sections before pinning the crown area away over. My back was to the mirror, and Celeste worked behind me, as she slid the straighter through strands of hair.

"Done. Have a look my Luna." She spun me around after about 15 minutes of silent straightening and spraying hairspray, towards the mirror. I gasped as I could hardly recognize the lady standing before me as myself.

Her hair was flat ironed with a gleaming shine, her lips appearing larger with the popping of the vivid maroon and her eyes were a trail of a artwork from midnight darkness to orangey-red to striking red and sprinkling white patted at my corneas for that appearance sake alone; that eyeliner wing giving enhancement to my small almond size with those white under eyes maximizing the intensity. Highlighter dusted my cheekbones, shoulder bones, and the arch of my lips like fairy dust.

That innocence was wiped clean and replaced with those bad, flirty party girl characteristics. Everything about her was screaming intruder in my own skin. This wasn't me but I liked it. A lot.

"T-Thank you. You weren't kidding about those mad make-up skills you've got and honestly speaking. You're better than any makeup artist I know."

"You're too kind my Luna." Celeste blushed, packing up the brush kit. "You better get going downstairs before the Alpha grows weary from awaiting for you."

I bite my tongue to the point the taste of metallic blood filled my mouth. I don't reply but nod before twirling my seat around. Celeste had brought forward a pair of nude pencil tipped heels with thin straps buckled at my ankle. Luckily the flight had mended my ankle bone like Antonio had predicted beforehand. Whatever pain was left was dealt with my wolf and your everyday drug store pain killers every 4 hours exact.

After fastening and securing buckle, I rise to find the sense of power and fierce illuminating my small and mistaken figure. I felt more stronger than I have in a long time. Hugging and bidding my farewell to Celeste, I march out the room like a reformed being. Like a boss, almost.

Entering the main lobby from morning, I caught the unwanted attention of people especially, from a crew of handsome model-worthy men staring hard down me; starting at my face and working down to the space at my thighs. Avoiding eye contact with everyone and those every specific men in particular since my breathing was, um sort of getting out unbearable, I mind my own business as I exit myself out the doors to the chilly winter night to where I find him staring in the distance.

The mumbling of greetings from the guards must have alerted my presence to him and that was when he turned to acknowledge my being. My breathe had a found a way to get wound up in my windpipe, worse than before than from the hallway. His mouth was partially parted when his burning eyes first landed in mine, seeping clean of any visible emotion. The guards were gone amiss from that point now. It was us alone.

His coat, just as his hair emitted white back despite being a similar, deep crimson shade to my attire. That when I notice the stitching of his suit he wore and how it was especially structured to fit his broad shoulder and bulging muscles unlike any other one Ive seen him in. That white shirt tied in a place with a tie and tucked into his vest, matching his ravishing trousers and coat.

Seizing my phone with both hands before me, my feet slowly take me down the steps with my dress's back glazing the surface behind me. Just by standing this close, my heart pace was peaking by the mere sight of him. I drew in sharp breathes as he reached to open the door to the car. His eyes never left mine causing my breathing to hitch a bit further.

Taking my seat I strap the seat belt in place with shaking fingers as he hopped in the driver's seat and began driving. I knew I shouldn't behaving this; like he had an affect on me -especially after I learning of him being a cheat and moral-less bastard.

I couldn't help but go back to his mother's diary and her words, "Even if it were on choice or against my will, it hurt either way." Like her, I was hurt. "...The damage was long done." Either if I wanted or not, I was bound to be bond to him, to be hurt nevertheless.

The drive turned out be short regardless of the city traffic which was probably a good thing. Stepping out, I feel a nice calming breeze fly through my hair. Tonight the city was adorned with lights, drunk on the lights and the people especially, happier than ever. Laughter rang from every corner you could hear.

Damon had parked in front of what seemed like a packed night club with insanely defeaning music pounding through the walls. Killing the engine and rising out of driver's seat, he tossed the keys in the air to the bouncer. The man caught it effortlessly one handed and arched his head in greeting us in before the others waiting out in the line. Slipping his hand down to my lower back, Damon discreetly brought be closer just enough for me to be recognized as his walking up to and through the large glass doors.

Feeling ashamed for receiving the VIP treatment the bouncers were giving us, I felt bad for the others standing out in the cold. As I had anticipated, the club seemed to exceed in my expectations. This was anything but a small party. It was divided into three visible sections from where we were standing, that is what I had first noticed. We were standing in the middle with an entire dance floor one lower and another above with enough area to gawk down on.

The place was just as dark as the night sky, even with the neon lights flashing in every-what direction. Either way I didn't hesitate in using my wolf vision since upon my examination of the place, I also noticed every single being here was indeed a werewolf.

Leather couches were arranged at every corner and empty space except for the lowest floor -which consisted of a large open bar covering one entire wall and a wide dance floor. When I felt the missing presence of a hand on me, I looked around to find Damon vanished into thin air. Has here time where he hasn't ditch us. Get used to it by now!

June! I exclaim mentally but I go unheard. She hadn't ushered a word since she saw Damon with Stephanie in that room. I was more worried for her than me right now. Trying to find something to ease the upcoming headache I was starting to feel I advance to the bar, stirring my way through the crowd without getting squeezed.

"One Italian Margarita! Extra strong please." I order to the blond bartender, pouring a line of shots to some underage girls in shorter shorts than me. Remembering to loosen up, I add one of those flirty smirk. He nods and brings forward it in under a few seconds. "Enjoy the drink sweetheart. It's on the house."

He left smirking all smug and giving a flirtatious wink, facing me until he reached and left to go the back. Taking slow calculated sips, I drank the drink shortly watching the drama enfold before me. My glass hadn't had even hit the counter when I see the same male I've been noticing for little over a few minutes, finally gathering the balls to stalk up to me.

His swirling ash like eyes sparked with mischief, dressed in a sophisticated all black tuxedo while walking up to me from across the room. "Im afraid Im going to ask you to leave." He said without a flick of hesitation standing before me with his hands deep within each of his trouser's pockets. My stomach flipped at the huskiness in his voice. Werewolf definitely.

I tilted my head, studying the rim of my glass with my body resting on the elbow against the counter top. "Why so? I havent even got to enjoy this place yet, or the poeple."

He reached out to take my glass right from my hands. "I'm afraid you're making the other girls look bad and since I'm a fool for gorgeous ones, I can't really seem to focus on anyone else with you around."

"Thats the most cheesiest pickup line Ive ever heard you know," I mumble, my voice already becoming slurred. He took up the seat next to mine, leaning forward with folded hands.

"Im just concerned for why such a beautiful Luna like yourself isnt enjoying this place." His hand slid against my naked thigh, stroking it tenderly. His eyes were darker than Damon's but somewhat more hypnotic, more intriguing on a whole new level than his.

"What else would you do when your Mate ditches you to be some classic no good whores?" I inform him unwillingly, the alcohol forcing the truth from the tip of my mouth.

Ugh, Douche alert! I leave you for a few seconds and youre already hit on by jerks. HAVEN'T I TAUGHT YOU ANY BETTER.! June had to interrupt.

"Maybe... I can.. help ease the pain?" He leaned in for the final kiss, grasping the side of my head with one hand while the other was all over my thigh. His lips were at first gentle, like they would hurt me in any way if they went to hard. I relished that. It was something Damon never cared for. He just needed an excuse to break me.

Then suddenly the softness was all gone, with a frightening dominance for more left. His hand was moving upwards to my breast at an alarming rate while his bite on my lip was so hard, I felt the blood rushing out and thats when I decide to call it. "I..um..should go."

"What's the hurry now love?" He asked in a cold humorless way, grasping my wrist tightly. "Let go of me right now."

"Where's the fun in that? We were just beginning." Spinning my head around looking for some help, my eyes find a unusual looking troop of men surrounding us in all directions from afar. I exchange faces with them all before it hit me. They were his men; the same suits, and same earpiece. If these were indeed his men like I assumed, how many more of these people present were also his? What had I gotten myself into now?

"Now, now. Which foolish Alpha would ditch his far-to gorgeous Mate unattended and unguarded?" Damon was no where to be seen and neither were his men to whom I could get some help from. His scent was a living ghost in the back of my head. Never in my life, I actually wished for him to be here for once.

His grip was near to impossible to escape, yet I refused to give in. I thrash but that's when I decide to utilize my heels and bring it down on his foot. He yelped so loud, his hand loosened around mine just enough for to make a dash and get lost in the dance floor.

I hear his growl and see his men launch their way into the dance floor after me. I veered in and out of the crowd, turning in all sorts of directions every and then, hoping to loose them in the process. After awhile of playing them, I make a dash out the back exit which lead me to an abandoned narrow alley way. Not the best of places to be in but any place away from them was fine by me. I never once glanced back.

Wrapping my arms around from the chilly breeze, I begin stalking around and towards the main entrance with the intention of finding someone with a phone. My phone was lost somewhere inside during whole the charades with the hope of never being found again. I was shivering enough from the cold when another voice purring behind me drained me of my blood. "Where do think you're going love? Your new found lover's right before your eyes. "

Whirling around, I see his troop of men surroundings him with him at the center. "I said, leave me alone GODDAMNIT!"

"And miss the chance to have the night of life with an un-mated Luna as sexy as yourself? I dont think so," His ashen eyes darkened to stale black. "Boys."

This was it. Surrounded by men in a dark ally way in a romper dress and nothing more than my heels as my weapon of defence. I couldn't have been this helpless. Not now. FINALLY.

Lets show them June, I growl, fury bubbling deep within me. Mate or not.

No need to repeat that, She cracked our neck. The first two appeared, both going for my wrists. I duck the first and send a blow of my feet at the second, who went crashing into the wall of the building. The second came back, but another strike of my heel sent him sprawling back just as his companion.

Three more arrive, coming at each side. Curling my fist around the wrist of one attacker, I twist it backwards as I use my heels once again to kick off the wall and to hit another's face. Both fall limp but the last one was the fastest of them all. He tried sending not one, not two but rather three punches all directed at my face in a calculated sequence -to which I manage to duck all by an inch before sending my own -single- blow to his nose with blood spewing out.

I watched his body fall cold, and that's when a numblingly, cold sensation of something being injected into my neck's vein from behind grounded me to the ground. I didn't even had the time to react before it was already paralysing every nerve in my body.

I elbow them away, hearing an unsettle groan as I stagger forward, holding the wall with one hand. The world was spinning as if it were tilted on it axis. I go frozen against the wall as the same ash grey eyed guy appeared, and began peppering me with his harsh kisses which seemed more as bites rather than kisses.

"DAMONNNN!" He was going harder and rougher than inside at the bar, making sure to leave blisters everywhere his lips landed on my bare neck and face. My energy was gradually being pulled away from me, my feet threatening to go under the weight that my heels held. Whether the harsh temperature or WolfsBane June confirmed, I could hardly feel the tips of my fingers.

Despite being on the verge of unconsciousness, I felt the fabric of my sleeve giving up under his claws.

"Damon...," I even attempted calling out to Damon to save me, hoping his sharp ears could pick up my petty calls of distress. I needed him. Badly than ever. He was my Mate. I was bound to him and now that I needed him, he was no where to be heard from.

My captors hands were freely roaming everywhere, no limits nor restrictions what-so-ever. The sliding of his palm going up, and down my thigh viciously and curving in between in my thighs was enough for me to cry from pain.

Tears flooded my eyes as I tried thrashing in his arms regardless knowing it was futile. Just when I thought all hope was lost and I was indeed going to raped in a alley way, I heard that miraculous growl I was dying to hear. The growl of my heartless Alpha.

Yanking my rapist of me, he caught me as I fell face first into his angelic arms. Whispering his name softer than a prayer, Damon exchanged glances from the rapist to me as I held on to him for dear life. "Stay down." Damon commanded coldly before resting me down against the cold concrete.

With the Wolfsbane coursing in my veins, I couldn't tell everything that was happening since my eyes were growing heavier by the second. I smelled his divine scent advancing forward away from me and in the direction of the other werewolf. It wasn't long before the haunting sound of bones scrunching following a high pitch shriek came to me, and I peeked a glance at Damon doing an elegant back flip, landing firm on his feet.

When he approached jogging at me, I caught a glimpse of blood staining his claws -which eventually retreated back to his normal hand still stained in blood. Damon held on delicately to my neck, examining the damage to my neck, his horrifying eyes threatening gold with a hint of black.

The remnant scent of the other man's hand was still present, causing tears to reform. "S-Stop it. Stop crying."

His voice held more concern than authority. It seemed as a request even. Tears unknowingly slipped down my cheek despite me trying to refrain them back. I cover my mouth as I hiccup my leftover tears. He came back. Damon's expression softened for that brief moment upon seeing me. Probably confusion.

Kneeling down before me, his eyes lied and were wiped of those shadows he carried ever-so proudly and showed that hint of vulnerability I was expecting at some point. All my grudges against Damon were no more. His infidelity, his reputation, his past; it couldn't been overlooked I knew, but it could be forgotten in this moment and that's exactly what I did.

Shrugging off his coat, Damon brought it over me from behind covering my torn up sleeves and part of my throbbing neck. "Here. Let me help."

I didn't know I had blood dripping down at the arch of my neck until he rose my chin and brought forward his lips to the area, licking it clean. A shiver was sent down my spine from the touch of his cool lips against my feverish neck. I take his clear hand into mine, watching the his eyes move from neck to my face.

Our noses were only centimetres apart and I could hear his heart pounding from under his layers of clothes. I could see the rings of his tattoo peeking out from under his shirt's cuff, the darkened rings appearing to be zoomed out and in.Seeing his tie undone along with the top buttons popped off their seams, my panting worsened. The sickly tempting stench of cigarettes, alcohol and his cologne doused over me. I wanted--

An immense clock began chiding inside along the shrieks of others yelling the countdown, the leftover seconds remaining of this year. 20, 19, 18, 17, 16, Louder than the clock inside was probably my heart's beating, and each second that ached. 15, 14, 13, 12,

11, He came for me.

10, He actually came for me.

9, He saved me?

8, Maybe he wasn't as much of a jerk as I took him granted for.

7, Why else would he come if he didn't care?

6, I couldn't have been of such profound significance to him.

5, Why am I always so vulnerable around him?

4, It wasn't like he acted like this around me.

3, Except for right now. His eyes just betrayed him.

2, I couldn't hold back now. Not after all he did. Maybe there was still a hope.

1, Damon and I, somehow both simultaneously grasped onto each other, joining our lips onto each others hungrily. Screams of joy erupted from inside the club but that was nothing to what was happening inside me. My -now mindless- grudges were exploding like a chain of bombs being lit.

Damon's hands were threaded in my hair, keeping me in place. I latched my hands onto his shoulder, stroking his bulging shoulder blade but I kept trying to pull him closer than he already was. My back was grinding against the freezing wall, yet I kept Damon close. His kisses were anything but light. My lips begged for the warmth for his lips, and that's exactly what he gave. I was being drown out of my senses, his hands now pinning to the wall behind us.

Our touch was even more electrifying than the fireworks casting the sky overhead and I, for once, was ever-so grateful for having my Damon.

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Hey guys,

Sorry for the extremely late update. By the end of the last update, I got the most worse sinus infection you could imagine, preventing me from doing everything really.

Took me 2 weeks to write this while trying to somehow do school work and recovering. Anyway all that besides, I hope this update satisfy somewhat of you guys.

I know it's nothing close to News Year, but there's only 2 months of 2017 left! I don't know about you but I feel like made a such a waste of this year.😓

Dress pic in the top along with one my most current jammers😅

P.S, I get report card on the same day as my school dance, so please pray for me. Also, just got glasses recently so my plan of becoming a full nerd is on a roll.

P.Ss. Anyone read a Court of Thorns and Rose and nearly died over Rhys, or is it just me? ❤️😭

The Author; xbookgirlx15