Mordsithの小説

Anna’s povI laughed, and it came out a bit crazed. “You really think you can stop me forever?”She didn’t even bat an eyelash. “If that’s what it takes.”My hands curled into fists. “You’re making a mistake.”Her voice dropped, calm but cutting. “The only mistake is thinking you can bully your way into getting what you want.”That hurt more than it should. I blinked and for a second all I could hear was the sound of my own breath, and the blood whooshing in my ears. I hated that she wasn’t caving, that she could stand there like a wolf and act like she could take me on.“You made a terrible mistake coming back here Anna,” she chuckled. “You can’t show up and think you can treat me like you used to. I’m not that little human anymore. I’m different.”“You roll around with wolves and act like you're a wolf. You must be a joker.”She got close to me and i could see that her aura had changed. Something about her scared me a bit. Almost like if she actually had a wolf, she would tear me ap

Anna’s povI was boiling inside. I could feel my rage rising to heavy heights as I walked out of the room.How could he talk to me like that and treat me like I didn’t matter?I didn’t care as I slammed my heels on the floor and walked loud enough for my heels to echo in the hall.Let them hear. Let them know I was not done.By the time I’d reached the far end of the corridor, my freaking jaw ached from how hard I’d been clenching it. And then I let loose with this… noise. A low growl and grunt that echoed within me.I drew in a breath that came a little too fast. A few servants hurried by, heads down, skirts swishing. I could tell they were wondering what was wrong with me but I didn’t care. I would teach Selene a lesson.Speaking of her, where was she? I wouldn’t go without seeing her.If she thought she could just waltz into this pack, into my place, and stay here without feeling the weight of me breathing down her neck… she was wrong.I made my way toward the gardens because that

Dante’s pov“I allied us with the rogue for a reason,” I said. It wasn’t a defensive tone because it wasn’t a question—it was a fact. “And I’ll explain it. But not here, and not now.”Tomas kept his gaze locked on mine. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair as he sniffed and cleaned his nose.“I just hope you have a good reason for this. I swear to the gods, you should have a better reason for this.”“Sure,” was all I could say.I didn’t wait for anything else: the guards were nearly done with the gifts, and I got into the back of the car, palms cool against leather. When the door shut, it did so with a sound that seemed to eat some of the noise outside but my head was too full.“Where to sir?” My driver said as I waved him forward.“The packhouse. I have a meeting there.”He nodded and drove through the roads.The ride back home was longer than usual.All I could think of was Tomas’s words.As much as I understood his point, I needed to hold on tight to my own beliefs. No need t

Dante’s pov“No trouble. Quite the opposite. I’m here to inform you that we need not be enemies, you and I. We could be allies.” The word hung there like a shaft of dust in the air between us as I cocked my head.“I don’t take rogues into my pack,” I said evenly, each word measured and spoken.“Mm, I thought you’d say that.” His smile didn’t shake. “But I also thought you’re not an idiot. You realize that sometimes… life shoves a situation at you where the only person you can really count on isn’t the friend who’s supposed to be there at your back, but the enemy who’s always been living up to their potential for watching it.”I said nothing right off the bat. I kind of wanted to just walk back to my pack. But another part tuned in.He took my silence as permission. “You’ll come to me eventually,” he purred. I couldn’t claim that I’d ever had much cause to dislike the guy previously. We hadn’t exactly moved in the same circles: he kept to his corners, and I kept on trucking through my

Anna’s povThe old man’s lips curled up into a knowing smirk. “Protection disappears when loyalties change, and trust me…” something sinister danced in his eyes as he leaned closer, “…loyalties are easier to change than you might believe.”I was flooded with a sharp rush of curiosity but I kept my face blank.“And why would that be?” I asked. “I thought Elders were always to stay neutral and support their alphas.”He chuckled, low and dry. “Neutrality is a luxury, Anna. One that doesn’t exist when the wrong person is sitting at the Alpha’s side.”I glanced back toward the table of books, then at him again."You think she's the wrong person?""I know she is,” he said, without hesitation. “And so do others.”That… made my smile widen. “Others? You mean there are people in this pack who’d rather see me there?”He didn’t answer but his silence said a lot as I smiled.“That’s… good to know,” I muttered. "You know… I was Luna material months before she came into the picture. Before anyone e

Dante’s povHer smirk broke like porcelain paint losing its glue. “Pregnant? That’s all?”“Yes,” I said, meeting her eyes. “And it doesn’t make any difference that she’s human. She’s the future mother of my unborn child. She carries my young.”“I could have your pup, Dante,” she snapped. “With strong genes like mine. The kind of pups this pack needs. The kind that would make the family name survive another several years. Why would she be the reason you tell me to leave?”“That’s not why I told you to leave.” My voice stayed quiet, knowing if I yelled my anger would only grow and so too would hers. “I told you to get out of the pack before. Remember? I told you to never come back here again because of your actions. So why are you breaking that promise now?”Her lips curved up but I wouldn’t call it a smile. “I came back to take what’s mine.”I cocked an eyebrow. “And what would that be?”“YOU,” she barked out a short humorless laugh.“Anna… stop. You’re embarrassing yourself right now.

Silas’s pov“It’s okay, Silas,” he said quietly, taking the flask back and taking a sip himself. “It’s gonna happen. You spent the better part of a decade with him. Your brain… it’s looking for patterns. It’s looking for him in places he’s not.” He smiled and leaned forward. “To be honest, Emery would have hated all this moping. He’d have kicked your ass for it by now. He would’ve wanted you to move on. To be happy. However you can manage it.”I looked at him, really looked at him, and… I don’t know how else to describe it but at that moment, he looked human. In that moment he looked like he wasn’t against my marriage.“You think?” I asked. It came out so weak.“I know it. I mean, I’m not just saying it,” he told me. “He was your partner, but he was my friend too. He was a selfish prick in a lot of ways but you know what? He was emery. The best of us. He has his flaws and sometimes he messes up but he would want you to get over his death and stop blaming yourself for what happened.”“

Silas’s povGod. He was… beautiful. All tousled chestnut hair and those wide, green eyes. The slender, artistic build I’d first seen was all toned muscle and graceful lines. My mouth went completely dry. I forced my gaze to stay locked on his face, which was a Herculean effort.“Silas? You okay?” He smiled, a little confused, a little amused.Right. Words. I needed to use words. “I, uh… yeah.” I cleared my throat, my voice coming out rough. “It’s tomorrow. The wedding. I just… wanted to check on you. See if you were… you know. Okay.”His smile softened. “I’m good. A little nervous, I guess. But good.” He came close to me. “Thanks for checking.”I could only smile as I smelled the soap coming off his body. Him being close to me was a bad idea but I didn’t care.I leaned in for a kiss as we started off slowly before I used my right hand to cup his cheek.We kissed for what felt like forever before he chuckled and leaned away from me as I smiled.“You still taste good,” I said as he nodd

Julian’s pov“Look; I’m sorry for how that came out,” he apologized. “I just meant you’re new to all this. The rules are stupid, I know.”“I get it,” I said. ”I’m rough around the edges. It’s true.”“That’s enough,” he said and stopped to look at me. The busy city street flowed around us. “That’s not what I meant. Those people in there… they’re snobs. They judge everyone. I just… I should have stepped in sooner. I’m sorry.”“Whatever. It’s your world. I’m just visiting for a year.”He sighed, a frustrated sound. “Come on. I know a place. Let’s go there instead of the fancy place we were to go.”I shrugged as he took me to a quiet Italian restaurant. The owner greeted Silas by name, clapping him on the shoulder, and didn’t even blink at my t-shirt.We sat in a corner booth. Silas ordered for us in fluid Italian. When the waiter left, he leaned forward.“Look,” he said, his stormy gray eyes serious. “This is going to be hard. There’s a lot of… performance. But you don’t have to become

Julian’s povMiles produced one from his inside pocket. A heavy, silver fountain pen. He held it out to me.My hand shook just a little as I took it. It was cold. I went through the pages again. I didn't know what I was even reading but I had to act like I knew.After a while I sighed and flipped to the last page as i signed.I scrawled my name, Julian Reed, on every line. The nib scratched against the expensive paper. Each scratch felt like a lock clicking shut.The moment I finished, I dropped the pen and sighed.“I’m done,” I said, pushing the document to miles.“Awesome.” Silas said with a smile. “Now. Let’s eat. The trout is exquisite. You’ll love it.”***The food was incredible, which just made everything worse. It was like eating art. Each bite probably cost fifty bucks. I just shoved it in my mouth, not tasting much, while Silas and his lawyer talked in low voices about things I didn’t understand. Stocks. Acquisitions. Things that happened in a world I’d never been part of.

Julian’s povI felt like I was on a cloud while I laid in the bed. It was better than a cloud. Clouds were just wet and cold. This was… I didn’t have a word for it.I looked around the room and couldn’t believe this room was given to me. This entire room was bigger than my apartment. The whole place was. I’d been wandering around for ten minutes just opening doors. A closet bigger than my bathroom. A bathroom with a tub that looked like a miniature swimming pool. And the art… actual statues on pedestals, gleaming under subtle spotlights.A giggle escaped my lips, high and a little unhinged. This was real. This was actually happening.All of it. The mountain of medical debt my mom had been drowning under? Gone. Poof. Like magic. The constant, gnawing fear of another eviction notice? History. I was lying in a bed that probably cost more than a car, in a penthouse that belonged on a TV show, and all I had to do was play house for a year with a guy who was, okay, yeah, kind of hot for an

Silas’s povFrom the hotel to my house, it all happened so fast I was sure I didn’t even need to convince him anymore that his mother was safe.I was in my study sitting at my desk while calling my lawyer whom I wanted to draw up the contract.How did I get here? I thought to myself. Just like that. He was in. He was mine. For a year, anyway.We’d already slept together. It just happened. It was good. More than good. He’d looked at me then like I was a person, not a bank account or a headline. Now he was looking at me like I was a monster offering a poisoned apple.But he’d said yes. That was what mattered.I got to my feet and went to the window with the phone to my ears as I looked into the horizon and saw a Julian who was in briefs relaxing at the poop area. He wasn’t in the water or he would get his bandages wet.Miles picked up on the second ring. “Silas. To what do I owe the…”“I need a contract drafted. A marital agreement.” I said it bluntly, my eyes on Julian as I watched him