Blessing_O

When life gives you lemons, make a lemonade….

Esme believed in this saying for as long as she could remember. These words gave her the strength and courage to live each day as it comes until she eventually became tired of making those lemonades and wished for something else. Something—different. But that only seemed wishful thinking.

Born as a noble and made an orphan after a rogue attack, Esme became the unwanted pack member of NightCrawler Pack. The once daughter of an alpha became nothing but a slave who answers to the new alpha’s family’ every beck and call.

The pack that had once adored her now ridiculed her and laughed at her mistreatment and misery. They seemed to have forgotten how her family had fought for the safety of the pack and the kingdom and even lost their lives for them. But in all this, Esme remained silent. Silently enduring and hoping that one day, her knight in shining armor would come and rescue her. That he will show up one day and take her away from the once happy place that has now become her hell.

When that day eventually came, she was rejected without a second thought and she watched as her world came crashing. Hard. Her heart caved in and lost all hope of ever finding happiness again. Or even leaving the pack. After all, what could a wolfless shifter do?

Amidst her misery, a ray of light appeared. She was blessed with a second chance mate. One whose outstretched hand she was hesitant to take, especially knowing who he was.

The Lycan's Possession

Esme had never felt anything this before. This pain, it was as if her insides were being pulled at, and her heart squeezed painfully. It was excruciating. She couldn't even hear her own voice despite how loud she was shouting. 


 She felt like stripping of her clothes, doing anything that could take the pain away, and then suddenly, she felt a pair of arms curl around her frame. She couldn't discern what was happening or but she felt the spark that traveled through her body. It was Grant. 


 Even though she didn't want to get any closer than she already was, being in his arms did make everything feel better. 


 She could breathe unlike before when breathing was also a difficult task to do just a few seconds ago. 


 Wanting relief, she clung to him, her soft and delicate body clinging to his harder one. It felt just perfect. She sniffed him, and strangely enough, that helped too. 


 She rubbed her face on his own while her hands curled around his neck as he lifted her off the ground. 


Make it stop