She felt slightly apprehensive about returning home. Her life in Seattle has proven beneficial; she has formed numerous friendships and has successfully returned to her former, content self after several years. She cherished residing here; the inhabitants were kind, no expectations were placed upon her, and she was permitted to simply be herself.
Daisy frequently dined out, engaged in nightlife activities with friends, indulged in shopping, enjoyed spa days, and occasionally participated in girls’ weekends away. Life is currently quite favourable. She liberated herself and transformed her life. Living her life as she had always envisioned it, prior to Caelan.
A shiver coursed through her body, and Daisy gasped, “Not now,” she muttered; the movers would arrive momentarily. “Goddess, may it swiftly pass,” she implored, as her hand struck the wall for support.
Her entire body trembled; her back felt suddenly warm along the five moons that had manifested upon her turning eighteen. Awakening at 3 AM, drenched in sweat, she experienced a burning sensation coursing down her spine, only to discover in the mirror the emergence of five moons extending from her neck to the midpoint of her back. Phases of the moon and various star constellations associated with them.
After photographing it for reference, she researched ‘Celestial Moon Phases,’ and since acquiring them, she had experienced shivers. That’s what she called it, because she had not known what it was, but it always started out as a shiver deep and warm. Then it evolved into more.
Pleasure was starting to roll through her body within a minute of it starting, a moan escaped her as both her hands were on the wall, goddess it was so strong today, closed her eyes and bit down hard on the cries that were trying to escape her as the pleasure started to rip through her body, between her legs was wet and hot and her insides were pulsing as the waves of pleasure got faster, felt her knees buckle, and sank down on to them, her fingers all pressed against the wall, knuckles white, her back arched and she bit down harder on the cry that was welling in her, even Amelia was howling with pleasure inside her mind.
Heard the door bell ring “No.” she moaned, there was no way she could get up and get it. To let them in, the waves were quicker and it was coming so strong, had no choice but to wait it out. Ultimately, it culminated, and her o****m caused her to collapse to the floor, somewhat fatigued. Continuing to recuperate from it. She heard the doorbell once more.
Daisy rose from the floor, contemplating, ‘Goddess, they will detect my scent.’ She was aware that her panties were thoroughly damp. She detected her scent. She exclaimed, “Just a minute,” to indicate her presence. Although they probably already possessed the knowledge, their wolf’s acute hearing would have detected everything. I would have heard her in this flat moaning and climaxing unexpectedly.
She simply had to embrace it, as she did every other time wolves were present to perceive and detect it.
She approached the door, inhaled quietly to compose herself, forced a smile, and opened it, immediately realising they had overheard her climax; she had been unable to contain it, as was her custom at the conclusion. At times, it concluded swiftly; at other instances, it prolonged, and there were occasions when it occurred repeatedly throughout the night.
The two wolves exchanged knowing smirks. “Gentlemen,” she acknowledged, stepping aside as if nothing had transpired moments earlier, oblivious to the lingering scent of her arousal surrounding her. “Please secure the premises upon your departure,” she instructed, handing one of them a key before taking her suitcase and handbag and exiting the apartment with apparent indifference. As if they had neither heard her nor detected her scent.
She heard them laughing as she descended the stairs on somewhat unsteady legs. At times, she could recuperate swiftly; at other times, she could not. Today did not appear to be a favourable day. As she entered the car, she endeavoured to regulate her breathing, taking a moment to close her eyes and relax.
Daisy’s Perspective
This was not the inaugural occurrence in the presence of others. She was unaware of the reasons behind it, and there was no discernible pattern. While primarily occurring in the early morning or late at night, her shivers could manifest at any hour of the day or night. She had encountered it at all hours of the day and night.
The journey was fortunately uneventful. This morning, a single shiver appeared sufficient; the gate was closed as usual. The guard on duty exhibited a look of astonishment; he had been present the day she departed and had prevented her vehicle from leaving, she recognised, having overheard her formally decline Caelan.
“Daisy?”“He inquired.”
“Yes,” she responded to his inquiry, “Alpha Ronan requested my presence.” Kindly open the gate.
“Certainly…Daisy.” He faltered, almost referring to her as Luna, as she discerned.
The gates opened, and she proceeded through. It appeared that little had altered in a decade. She parked her vehicle in the visitor’s parking area, adjacent to the pack house. Mason was descending the stairs at the forefront of the pack-house, smiling directly at her. He has significantly increased in size. A head adorned with neatly tied dreadlocks.
