Shadow Wolves: Her addiction (Book 1) - Complete

Chapter 4 - Going home

Megan

*Eight years later – current day*

I stood there, coffee in hand, looking out at my back garden. I always loved Chinese themes. My garden was decorated beautifully. It was our serenity. I started walking down the pathway, looking at the different plants and flowers, taking in the sweet smells. The smells made me think back to my grandmother and how she probably would have loved the different herbs and flowers. Even Storm enjoyed the garden nowadays, breathing in the smell of the freshwater stream as we stood on the bridge.

This had become my routine in the mornings. It calmed Samantha and Storm. The garden had a footpath leading through a forest at the back. It was a larger-than-normal property, and I was lucky to have such creative landscapers. The competition really was our life changer. The publishers met with me in private, giving me the chance to explain that I had a domestic situation and had to remain anonymous.

Everything happened so fast around me and here I was. Twenty-four years old and living in a big city, far away from where I was. I was a successful author and a hermit. I earned more than enough to sustain my lifestyle and completely avoided the outside world. I could order all my supplies online and no longer had to hide my face or go shopping in the shadows.

I had come a long way since that little girl that had to hideaway. I took another deep breath of the scents in the garden and suddenly smelled something different in the air. Cocoa and musk … I sniffed again, but it disappeared as quickly as it appeared. What could it have been? I shook my head and walked back to my office.

“I must finally be going mad.” I thought.

I had been trying to work on my latest novel, but it seemed the words just didn’t want to flow. I sat at my desk looking at the laptop where the line kept blinking at me, taunting me. The keyboard refused to move at the touch of my fingers. Nothing seemed to want to work the way it should! I grabbed some of my mail and my tablet and stormed off to my hammock in the garden.

The palm trees and white sand made me think I was on the beach. The speakers were playing the sound of the ocean waves, which calmed me, and the sprayers that I had installed felt like the cool wet ocean breeze, hitting my skin. I took a deep breath for the umpteenth time that day.

Yes, all this having money and living on my own really made me mad! Chinese gardens and ocean scenes! I plonked down on the hammock, opening the mail, mostly fan mail. I loved reading the letters from fans. Identifying with the heroine, wishing they could find a love like that, or that they could be swept off their feet.

Then I opened a letter that looked very official. It was a notice from my parent’s lawyers, or well, I guess, my lawyers have come to think of it. I just never realized it until now. They had been taking care of the financial aspects of the territory, but I never wished to see the house again. An appraiser had been out to the property to re-evaluate the value for me, and it seemed the house and everything in it was in total disrepair.

I urgently had to send someone to attend to the maintenance of the property to ensure the property did not lose value. I sighed. I could not possibly trust a stranger to touch my parent’s things. But that would mean I would have to go there myself. Surely, I would still be able to avoid people.

According to my informant, who kept a close eye on what was happening at home, the house and old pack house were completely deserted. Nothing had been removed or changed, as my aunt, Lillian’s “taste” was nothing near as classy as my mother's. Maybe I should just send someone to pack up everything, fix up the property and sell it all. I couldn’t do that to my people. It was my uncle and aunt who did me wrong, not my pack. Besides, what if whoever packed up my parent’s things broke something? I would be heartbroken.

“We will be near the forest to run.” Storm jumped in. She had not run in many years, and it made her withdraw from me.

“Yes please!” Samantha also jumped in.

“Besides, if you send workers, your uncle Henry would know something is going on, and they would find you.” Samantha had a point. If it was just me going, I could decide what to do when I was there without him even knowing what hit him.

“Why am I even thinking about this now? I just want to move on and forget about ever being in that pack.” I said out loud. Samantha and Storm burst out with giggles.

“And I have officially gone crazy! I was talking to myself.” I said again, with Samantha and Storm laughing out loud this time. This unusual feeling and the hope of a future romance was what I based my first novel on. If that feeling could give me a hit novel, maybe it could happen again. That's it! I'm going home.

“YAY.” Both Samantha and Storm shouted and were jumping up and down with excitement. I phoned my publishers to sort out my travel arrangements and hoped the environment would trigger a novel like before. That night I could not sleep with images of wolves chasing me and a neck that kept on snapping. I woke up the next morning with my satin sheets torn to shreds.

“Storm … Seriously … ? Do you have any idea how expensive these sheets are?”

“Nope, and I wasn’t the one having nightmares! Only humans are that pathetic” Storm replied, sticking her tongue out at me. I started my morning ritual of coffee and walking in the garden. This morning, however, I had a lot to do other than write. I went straight into my bathroom. It was all done in pure white.

The shower was built right into the middle of the bathroom, with glass all around, so the water could not make a mess on the floor. There was a fireplace in the left-hand corner for the winter days when I felt cold. On the right side, the wall was covered in a mirror and, at the far end, the basin and the rest. I had my bathroom designed this way after my second novel.

The Dom in the story loved to be able to view his submissive from all sides, with the water running down her soft beautiful body, seeing her desire grow while she looked at herself in the full-length mirror. He would walk around the shower slowly, instructing her to touch herself and feel how amazing she felt. How soft her skin was and how taunting her nip.ples became as her arousal grew.

He would get into the shower and just stand there while ordering her to slowly move her hand down her body, standing closer, so she could feel his shaft growing. He would always stop her just as her hand was about to reach her sweet spot. I was ruthlessly pulled out of my almost ecstasy, as my phone rang. I grabbed my towel and answered.

“Hi Ms. Storm, your trip has been arranged. You leave tomorrow. Elizabeth has arranged that you fly in the company jet, so you do not have to deal with reporters when you reach your destiny. Your guard, Reece, will be bringing you your travel documents this evening when they change over for the night.” It was Andrea from the publishers. She was very efficient and understood that I did not like making small talk.

“Thank you, Andrea.” We hung up, and I pondered climbing back in the shower, but the water had gone cold. Ah well, maybe it was better this way. I dried myself, dressed in a pink summer dress, and tied my hair in a ponytail. I grabbed my suitcases from the spare room and stepped into my walk-in closet, looking around. Staying in the shower would have been easier and a lot more fun!