Llewis watched Miranda curling up like a ball under the purple sheets. It took three days before the news about her father’s death sink in. And there he was, babysitting a twenty-three-year-old. She had fever two days back and still recovering.
Looking after Miranda growing over the years, Llewis felt like it was his responsibility to keep her safe and alive. Though the Alpha was not around anymore, he swore to himself that he’d continue protecting his only daughter – especially from Jomari.
He just couldn’t watch her get in trouble. He couldn’t let her die. She was innocent.
“Mira it’s okay if you don’t want to talk. Just eat,” he urged her once more.
The woman shook her head and rolled to the other side of the bed, turning away from him. He was like talking to a lifeless form. She was pale and weak. And what scared him most was the empty expression in her yes.
Releasing a deep breath, he stood up from the stool, carrying the tray he brought with him.
“T-tell me,” she spoke, making him stop on the spot.
“Anything you want to know,” he said, turning around to see her face. He sat back on the stool and placed the tray back on the bedside table. “Anything. Everything. Just ask.”
“What was he like?” she murmured. “I mean, my dad. What was he like in his wolf form?”
His mouth curled into a smile he watched the Alpha’s daughter. His mind was trying to pick the proper words to describe the old man.
“He was big – taller than my wolf, stronger, and ferocious. He was pitched black. And you would never be able to see him during night. But he had those eyes-“
“They were gray,” Miranda said, finishing his last sentence. “I’ve always wished I got those.”
“Marco always tells me that you took after your mother,” he smiled. “He was a good leader. He wanted to make peace with humans. And over the years he ruled over the pack, he made a rule to never attack a human – never hunt outside Wakerlin woods. He wanted co-existence.”
“H-He wanted to keep me safe,” she mumbled, tears finally escaped her eyes.
“You and your mother,” he corrected.
“S-So, my mother is alive?” she grumbled.
“Your father didn’t want you to come looking for your mom. He wanted to keep you both away - because it was best. You are both safer without each other.”
“What do you mean?” she asked confusingly.
“Your mother is human. And so are you. A lot of wolves didn’t like the idea of having connections with humans because they think humans are weak and helpless creatures,” he explained.
“You mean my Uncle Jomari and his group didn’t liked it,” she spoke in between gritting of teeth.
He nodded.
“But since your father was the Alpha, they didn’t have a choice but to follow his orders. Or else they’d be banished.”
He released a deep sigh.
“Your father thought Jomari changed. So he kept him in the pack. Also, thinking that he shouldn’t be allowed to go to the outside world. Jomari is wild and he doesn’t care about anyone but himself – and his daughter, Marcella.”
He explained, wincing upon the mention of the she-wolf’s name.
“And so they killed him…” Miranda grumbled.
“Jomari always wanted to get whatever your father has. He was always jealous of your dad – because he was weak. And the Alpha was strong. His motives are purely selfish.”
“Is he my dad’s brother?”
“No, he’s from a branch family. He was your dad’s second-degree-cousin,” he informed.
She nodded in response and fell quiet for minutes.
Feeling like he needed to leave her for solitude, Llewis rose from his seat and took the tray back to his hands.
“Just leave it there,” he heard Miranda speaking. “I’ll eat,” she said smiling.
Oh, how he missed seeing her smile. Miranda Walker was the prettiest when happy. She had the most beautiful pair of chocolate brown eyes he had ever seen. And her lips were red without any make-up on. She had a cute face, yet, sexy and alluring.
Above all her perfect physical looks, Llewis found Miranda more attractive because of her wits. She was smart and wise. And he thinks that was the sexiest part of her.
She was everything he wants.
But he knew he couldn’t have. She was the Alpha’s daughter. He’s a wolf and she’s human. And he was her bodyguard. All he could do was watch and protect her.
But what if she’s a wolf? His mind asked, as his feet led him back to the empty kitchen.
She’s human and I’m not going to let her live a life she doesn’t want, the other side of him retorted.
You’ll never know.
Impossible, he thought.
5 Taken
Miranda jumped out of bed with a growling stomach, surprised with the knowledge of how hungry she was. She hasn’t eaten a proper meal for days. And no one can blame her.
It was already two in the morning and she was too shy to wake Llewis who seems to be sleeping soundly in his room. She supposed she can handle making her own food – even though she never cooked before.
Silently, she tiptoed her way to the kitchen, hoping that she wouldn’t disturb the sleeping hybrid. Miranda was starting to feel a little dizzy as her stomach started making weird sounds.
Ugh, she grumbled silently.
Slowly, she checked the cupboards for something to eat – hoping to find an easy to cook preserved food. Luckily, there were three seafood flavored cup noodles. She didn’t think it was enough. But at least she wouldn’t have to go on the difficulty on trying to make a dish taste good.
“Do you want to eat?” asked a baritone bedroom voice, sending the hairs all over her body standing. It was too cold and sexy for her to handle
“Mama mia!” she gasped in surprise, dropping one of the cup noodles on the floor.
“You should’ve told me you wanted food,” Llewis spoke, yanking on the floor to get the cup noodles. He was topless. And to her surprise it didn’t feel awkward anymore – seeing his skin.
You’re just hungry, she reminded herself.
Yeah, but he could fill you, too.
Oh, shut up, she shook her head once more to erase the unwanted thoughts, biting her bottom lip.
She studied Llewis’ form a little bit longer. He was undeniably gorgeous with his disheveled hair. His six pack abs was screaming at her face as if telling her to lick them one by one. And his biceps were lean and strong. How she wished he would enclose her with those.
Miranda swallowed hard as naughty ideas filled her mind.
“I-I I thought you’re asleep,” she stuttered, feeling mortified when he caught her staring at his body.
He chuckled.
“I was asleep. Until I heard your stomach growl,” he said, shaking his head, placing the cup noodles on top of the kitchen counter.
Lost for words, Miranda averted her eyes and lowered her head. She had never been that embarrassed in her entire life. Feeling her cheeks heat up, she fell silent.
“What do you want to eat?” she heard him ask.
“Just cook me something decent,” she grumbled in mortification. There she was drooling over someone who hears her growling stomach. She wouldn’t doubt if he hears her fart as well.
She gasped at the thought.
Good heavens!
“What? Is there something wrong?” Llewis asked worriedly.
Shaking her head adamantly, Miranda pressed her eyes closed upon the realization. He could not only hear her stomach growl but her fart as well. Would there be anything more humiliating than that?
Yeah, he can hear the loud beating of your heart too.
“Why don’t you watch TV while waiting for the food?” he suggested, making her feel a bit relieved. She didn’t know how to react around a superhuman who hears the slightest sound in the world.
Turning in her heel, Miranda had the urge to ask him the most stupid question her mi
nd ever created.
“Uhm, Llewis?”
He was washing his hands in the sink.
“Yes? What is it?” He asked without looking at her.
“Do you mind if I ask something?”
“No. Not at all.”
“Can you hear me fart too?” she queried suspiciously.
“Yeah, I can hear when your heart races as well,” he chuckled, tilting his head to see her. He smiled, flashing his perfectly white pearly teeth. “Just like now.”
“Geez,” she grumbled, marching her way to the living room. She was annoyed.
So he could tell if I’m excited or nervous around him?
Instead of watching any TV shows, Miranda laid flat on the leather couch as she waited for her food. She was too hungry to think or do anything.
After about thirty minutes, her senses awakened upon smelling the delicious scent of beef steak. Quickly, she hopped up and went to the dining area.
“Are you done?” she asked impatiently.
Llewis chuckled when he saw her holding a plate. He then nodded and placed the platter of rice and steak on the center of the dining table.
“Dig in.”
“Thanks,” she mumbled not minding whether she lacked manners. She was hungry. And there’s nothing could stop her from filling her stomach.
“Aren’t you eating?” she asked after taking three spoonful of rice.
Miranda was starting to feel awkward with the way Llewis was staring at her. There was a weird smile on his face, giving her chills.
“No thanks,” he said, shaking his head.
“Why are you smiling?” she asked.
“Well, you know that I’ve been watching you for over a decade. And it’s funny that this is the first time seeing you eat like that,” he chuckled.
“Like what?” she raised a brow.
“Eat like a soldier.” His smile turned into a wide grin, flashing his perfectly white set of teeth.
She swallowed hard.
How can someone make her feel so hot without doing anything? They were facing each other and he was half-naked. And under the dim yellow light of the dining area, she could see Llewis’ skin shining with sweat. God knows how much self-control it took her not lick his tanned body clean.
She didn’t know she was that hungry.
Miranda wasn’t normally a maniac, but Llewis was different. He was the first person who made her think like a slut. She wasn’t the liberated type of woman – maybe because she grew up in the country side. But everytime Llewis flashes his outrageous smile, she felt like he just stripped her panties away.
“What are you looking at?” he asked mockingly, wiggling his brows.
Pressing her eyes closed, she tried to divert her attention to the food that was infront of her. She took another spoonful of rice and slices of meat. But surprisingly, it’s delicious smell and taste wasn’t alluring anymore.
Miranda sighed, helpless over something she knew she should not be feeling. How was she supposed to deal with these ideas popping in her mind?
“Are you okay?” Llewis asked in a worried tone.
She shook her head in response, not looking at him.
“Are you sick?”
“No, I’m fine,” she replied softly.
With that, she felt Llewis’ hand spatting her forehead to check her temperature. Miranda stiffened. The simplest skin contact with him makes her body shiver and her insides melt.
She tilted her head away from his grasp, wanting to keep her distance. She should not be feeling like that – not with Llewis whom she didn’t know anything about – not now that she just lost her father.
“I said I’m fine,” she hissed. She didn’t want to sound angry. But she thought it was the last option to keep the handsome stranger away.
She didn’t like the way she was feeling about him. It was wrong. She didn’t even know if he had a girlfriend or his own family!
Standing up, she quickly gathered the dishes on the table and washed her own plate. She realized that maybe; she was just being too dependent on him. And being vulnerable was not in her dictionary.
“Mira, are you okay? Are you mad at me? What did I do?” Llewis asked impatiently after several deep breaths. She understands him. But she was doing this for her own good sake.
“I want to go home. It’s suffocating having to stay in this house,” she grunted.
It was a lie. She loved staying there. She liked seeing him. And she was scared going home without him.
“But you know-“
“I know! That’s why I’m pissed,” she dried her hands and marched away from him who was standing right behind her.
Accidentally, Miranda tripped herself, forgetting to take a single step of elevation from dining area. The light was too dim for her to see it. And she was consumed with the annoyance she was feeling towards her inconceivable attraction towards Llewis Summers.
She gasped in pain that she tears almost escaped her eyes.
“What the fuck!” she grumbled, limping.
In a split second, she felt her body being lifted in the air. And the next thing she knew she was sitting on top of the table with her left ankle on Llewis’ hand. The picture of him massaging her was more than enough to make her feel out of breath. His every touch sent surge of tiny bolts of electricity down her spine, melting every cell around her. She felt weak.
Grunting in a mixture of pain and pleasure from Llewis’ massage, Miranda found her mind starting to picture out having indecent scenes with him – on that very table. Like his hands squeezing her ass as her legs crossed around his bare torso while his tongue nibbled her neck and licked her earlobes.
She wasn’t shocked with the vulgarity her mind could asses. It was Llewis, after all.
Get a grip of yourself, Miranda. Stop dreaming.
His grip on her ankle was firm and his massage was tender – the kind that made sinful and sweet promises. Miranda felt her cheeks turning red when she saw the worried look on his handsome face.
Maybe she was suffering from a fractured bone or a broken ligament or from a great loss of a family member or some disease that would explain why she wanted to grab Llewis and strip his pants down to every piece of clothing.
Meeting his gaze, she saw Llewis eyes. They were dark and he was gritting his teeth – as if he was having a hard time. He planted both of his hands on the table, pinning her down with a savage look.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he whispered in a husky voice.
But she did. She just couldn’t get enough of his handsome face. His breath touched her face, making her shiver in excitement.
Llewis cradled her chin with a hand as she shuddered in anticipation when he lowered her face to his. It would be stupid to deny that she didn’t want his mouth. And so, when his lips landed on hers, she welcomed him – tasted him.
With that, she dropped all her inhibitions on the floor and crossed her arms around his neck. She pulled him closer, feeling his firm body against hers. The kiss was tender and soft at first. But when her hands travelled across his bare back, he took up his pace – shifting into a hungry beast that he was. Llewis pressed his lips hard on her mouth, kissing her to the point that she could almost taste blood. But she didn’t care. She liked the thought that he wanted to kiss her that much – that he wanted her.
And she wanted him too.
Slowly, he laid her carefully on the flat surface of the table, making sure not to hurt her injured leg even more. She felt like a horny badger, always ready to wrestle him down on that table.
He started kissing her again on the tip of her nose, her cheeks and her temple. His mouth travelled down to her sensitive neck, nibbling her skin until successfully making a hickey as if leaving his mark of ownership.
She felt his hands travelling under the large t-shirt she was wearing. He cupped her breasts, making her moan in arousal.
“I was thinking of taking you out to shop for clothes but I changed my mind,” he whispered before li
cking her earlobes.
She felt her face flushing into tomato red as she smiled at him flirtingly. But Miranda was bold enough not to look away when Llewis stripped off his pajamas and boxers, showing off his wondrous arousal.
She studied Llewis body a bit longer. His skin over his broad shoulders and perfectly chiseled abs was tanned. His legs looked as strong as his biceps and his erection was glorious.
He was big and hard.
Slowly, he took off her over-sized shirt and she gasped when the air-conditioned air touched her bare skin. After tossing her clothes on the floor, he paused, soaking his eyes with the sight of her lying with nothing but a piece of flimsy lace underwear.
“You’re not wearing a bra,” he commented. His breath was heavy and fast.
She looked away, starting to feel embarrassed with the way he looked at her nakedness.
“You’re beautiful.”
He bit the tiny scrap of lace down her legs. His tongue then hovered over to the pebbled tip of her breasts, encircling the firm flesh, making her breathless.
Teasing her more, he tickled her dripping wet folds with his fingers before bringing them to his mouth – meticulously tasting every drop of her desire.
“Ohhh…” she moaned in arousal.
Llewis silenced her with a kiss, his mouth probing hers and made his way down to her wanting body. Miranda never thought she would feel so loved with the tenderness he was giving her with his every movement. She didn’t know sex could be that mind-blowing. Her mind screamed for more with his every touch. And her pulse beat started rising when his mouth travelled back to her most sensitive part, kissing her as intimately as someone could possibly could to anyone. Miranda gasped for air when his tongue pushed deeper into her entrance, feeling her stomach tighten.
She wanted him.
Her hands impatiently moved, touching his hard-on. Rubbing his cock with her fingers, she felt proud when Llewis let out a loud and long groan. He was at his maximum and more than ready. She held his balls earning herself a grunt as he held his breath before gripping her wrist in protest.
“Not so naughty, young lady,”
Miranda whimpered like a puppy as she swallowed hard when she felt a finger slid inside her wet entrance. She moaned irascibly, feeling her core tightening around his finger.
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