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Neil's POV It had been almost a week and I had been mourning him, loathing myself for his demise. I felt empty, weak, and powerless as he was cremated six feet into the ground. I would bear this scar, this burden all my life, as the one who killed his brother. I couldn’t accept any other truth, knowing this would not have happened if I had paid attention to what my mother said a few weeks ago about my brother's disappearance. I should have gone in search of him; maybe I could have saved him earlier. But now, there seemed to be more to this than just losing him to the monster I was yet to understand. A monster that operated with shadows and was as dangerous as hell, capable of possessing the soul of a werewolf. I had to dig into this. Who were the 'they' that were coming? And why do they want to wipe out all werewolves? His voice echoed in my mind. A thin line of tears rushed down my face as I stared at his grave. Every werewolf in the Castros pack had come to pay their last respe

Neil's POV "Scythe!!!" I screamed in fury with everything in me. The hairs on my body rose in anger. My blood boiled, and the only way to stop this was to take Scythe down and make him pay for everything he put the werewolves of Castros pack through. "Scythe!!" I roared again. Heira paced angrily within me, and I knew any moment now, he would push out. The air suddenly went still, and an ominous silence fell among the ruins of the pack. Cold air rushed in from all sides, and strange shadows began to take shape around me. Scythe's power had increased since the last time. More larger and thicker lumps of shadow penetrated the air now, cloning themselves... more than one Scythe stood before me, ready to attack. "You called me." His voice was unusually deep and menacing, resonating like thunder in the environment. But I cared less; he could display an array of powers as much as he wanted, but he was going down today. With gritted teeth, I pounced forward on both feet, claws pointed at

Neil's POV One blissful, amazing night with my mate had left us both curled into each other's arms. Her head rested on my chest while she slept. She was my mate, my Luna with a wolf spirit—a healer. Not only was she a werewolf now, but she was also a healer. In that moment, I wished I had turned her earlier; Cole wouldn’t have had to endure all of those struggles in Europe to save me from silver. I felt proud of her. She had awakened her wolf successfully after one bite, which was very rare, and she had been blessed by the moon with such a unique power. I suspected that was just the tip of the power of blue wolves. As I lost myself in thoughts about what it would feel like to finally present my mate to the Castros pack, a voice suddenly screamed into my head through the mind-link. "Alpha! Where are you? The pack is in chaos!" It was my beta, Damien. "What’s wrong? What’s happening?" "It’s the shadow assassin! The pack members are disbanding in fear. So many werewolves have been k

Amelia's POV She was very focused and carefully navigated the woods as if she had been there before. Also, she was very fast; I could tell by the amount of wind brushing past her fur. Neil was behind us... wait, not Neil. It was his wolf! I chuckled in excitement. It was getting interesting. 'Lydia is beautiful', I heard Neil in my head as our wolves sprinted through the undergrowth. 'She's charming and very interesting. I love her already', I replied as I laughed. We were beating Neil and his wolf in the race. They couldn't keep up with us; Lydia was extremely fast. 'And she's unusually fast! Damn! Heira is struggling to match her speed!' Neil complained, and I took pride in that. I heard his wolf purr as he increased his speed. 'Catch me if you can,' Lydia screamed in excitement. We pounced ahead. But Lydia suddenly paused and turned to Heira. 'Okay, I think we have arrived at the end of the game.' I stretched my eyes and saw it was a dead end—a cliff. Heira swiftly transfor

Amelia's POV My whole body quaked even while Neil was licking the wound. His hot tongue flapped the bite marks, but that didn't stop the storm I felt within. He pulled away and looked into my face. I thought he was going to let go because he didn't know when my wolf would arrive, but instead, his lips found mine. My lips quivered in his mouth as he kissed me, lips first until our tongues almost set on fire. I could feel my thigh getting slicker as our mouths continued dancing together. Yet, my whole body was on fire; starting from the mark Neil had just placed on my neck to the very pit of my stomach. I began to feel so strange, so alien to my body. I gasped into Neil's mouth while he kissed me because the pains were almost choking me, but Neil's powerful arms held me steadily against his chest as he tried to ease the pains. My fingers dug into his back as it felt as if I could merge with his body. The pains throbbed in my head and pounded in my chest, as if my body would explode an

Amelia's POVI know my name is Amelia. I remember that face; the face I wake up with every morning, right on my mind. I remember his name; he is Neil Morreti. All the memories we ever shared all rushed into my mind; including the sex in the pool at Arkans. I remember he had saved me but I can't remember what happened that he needed to save me in Arkans. I remember that monster, Logan; he cut off my pinky and promised he would send it to Neil, which he did.One distinct thing I also remember is that Neil is not an ordinary human. He has a wolf; a dark haired wolf that is so strong.I couldn't stop myself from imagining what it felt like having a wolf that you could call on, even when you are in danger. I would speak to her, hear her thoughts and opinions and not a soul will know what we are discussing. I would make her my gist mate. I would smell things from afar, hear any little sound like I wish to, become terribly fast and my punch will be strong enough to break enough bones.That f

MAEVEI had been angry and jealous, watching the way Xander’s wife touched him back at the gallery. Insecurity and overwhelm had begun to creep in, overshadowing the heavy ache that seized my lower abdomen.I wanted to run away, to disappear as the curator tarnished my image. I wanted to hide and cry after I concluded I was about to lose Xander. But the moment I tried to move, my head spun, and a sharp pain gripped my body, causing my legs to give way as I collapsed to the floor.What happened next felt alien until I woke up in a hospital with Xander by my side. Seeing him immediately brought back memories of his encounter with his wife. He had never told me he was still married. Why did he put me in the limelight through this fake relationship? To ridicule me? Was that all men liked to do to women who weren’t attractive enough—ridicule them by pretending to have something going for them?I was so mad at him that I didn’t speak, even when he showed me kindness. He made me look like a

XANDER “Respect?” Nora echoed, her lips curled in disgust. “She lost all respect in my eyes the day she agreed to marry Thayer. I wanted my son to marry the daughter of a rich realtor who would build your business more across America. I never expected he would end up with an orphan whose late mother was nothing but a whore, my sworn enemy!” I never knew Nora had this much venom in her voice.Yes, she always hated Lilian, Maeve’s mother, because she dated her college crush instead of her. When Edgar, her crush, died in an accident, she blamed it all on Lilian for breaking his heart.“I’ve worked with her at the gallery, and I know she’s the gold-digging type. She can make you sign off all your investments to her. She almost made us lose all our customers at the gallery; that’s why I had to get the director to fire her…”“Fire her?!” I repeated, shocked. “She was fired today?” I was so annoyed I almost jumped on Nora. “Who the fuck fired her?” My fists clenched at my sides as I struggl

XANDER“I’m sorry; she had a miscarriage. The embryo’s development was disrupted due to dehydration, a reduction in blood volume, and the mother’s stress. But thankfully, the mother’s health is okay. She just needs to rest and get IV transfusions; she will be back on her feet,” the doctor had said, patting my shoulder.I looked down at my hands—it was covered in blood from Maeve’s body from when I helped load her onto the stretcher that brought her to the hospital—and felt my chest tighten at the fact that I had touched my grandson, but only in blood. I left the tap running, too consumed in thought to place my hands under the water and wash off the blood.Now that the baby is gone and Maeve wants nothing to do with Thayer anymore, I should just let her go, right? But at the thought of that, I felt a hollow ache in my chest. It felt like I was trying to break off a certain part of me. I tried to convince myself to keep her close to comfort her over her loss, but deep down, I knew that

XANDERTwo tablets of aspirin couldn’t dull the splitting headache that had haunted me since the night before. Kissing Maeve… holding her… picturing the curve of her lips… and now I can’t think of anything but to see her again. The more I thought about it, the more my responsibility got in the way.As I sat in my office, waiting for a partner to finalize an investment deal, my thoughts drifted back to her and the complicated situation we found ourselves in. I had offered to help her reconcile with Thayer, but she had moved on from him completely. She had told me she was doing it for revenge, and not to get back with Thayer.I knew I needed to confront her about how long we would continue pretending to be in a relationship before things get out of hand. As I reflected on it, I realized I hadn’t even properly proposed, thanks to Thayer’s interference.The time for our meeting came and went, yet there was still no sign of my investor. I took a deep breath, trying to expel the heaviness i

MAEVE“Have you no shame?” the curator continued pouring the cold water over my head until the glass was empty, then she dropped it with a crash at my feet. I opened my eyes slowly; seeing her face through my wet lashes was difficult, but I blinked rapidly until I was able to see her properly.Although she was an older woman, she was extremely beautiful. Her dark eyes bore into me like sharp daggers as she continued. “You seduce and steal your father-in-law…”“Ex’s father-in-law,” I corrected. Thayer is my ex, for Christ’s sake!“The man you ruined! Are you really this selfish and greedy?!” the curator shouted, and the little crowd gathered around us fell into stunned silence. I could feel their eyes on me as more people moved closer. How I hate spectacles! I stood there with a sinking heart, watching my self-image being crushed.“You are the most shameless creature I’ve ever seen in this world! Running from son to father, and as if that wasn’t enough, you had the right to publicly pi

MAEVEKath stood there with a smile plastered on her face as if she saw nothing. She brought the lunch box in front of me, and I took it, wondering what was wrong with her this morning. “Thank you,” I managed to say as I turned to Xander, who looked like nothing had happened, too. Was I the only one affected?“It’s your day off, right, Kath?” he asked.“Yes, boss,” Kath bowed.“Then why are you here so early in the morning?” I could detect the irritation in his voice.“I wanted to help the new madam with her meals, that’s all. I’ll get going right away, sir,” she responded and quickly turned to leave.“Wait!” Xander called, and Kath turned. He sighed and turned to me. “Don’t worry about it. It’s your day off; I shouldn't make you work today.” He turned his gaze back to Kath. “Just be here early tomorrow morning and maybe get two more workers to help out around the house.”“But I can do it alone, sir. I’ve been happily working here alone,” Kath protested.“I know, and I appreciate your