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I hesitated for only a moment before nodding at her. An excited let out a low squeal under her breathe before dragging me after her. Against my better judgement, my eyes flickered behind me one more time to find Rino's cold gaze already staring. He didn't stop us though. As we moved across the room, Lyrah told me all about her wedding theme. Apparently she wanted something fancy and cheerful to the eye so her brother and husband made it happen. Must be nice. She introduced me to the meals and drinks and I tasted each of them in pure awe. I had thought she'd been exaggerating at first. Now Rino was no longer by my side, I felt naked. My skin lit up in bumps as eyes stared at me like they were trying to picture me naked. The men and women in the room were no longer discreet in their staring. I shifted uncomfortably. “What's wrong?" Lyrah seemed immature and nonchalant but she was extremely quick to catch up with body languages. “What?" I breathed. “You're quiet but you've b

That slow trail and darkened tint in the eyes of Antonio Falcone as he stared directly at me. I stood rigid, almost painful. For the first time tonight, Valor sent a flitting look my way. Cold and empty. I let a nervous smile spread upon my lips even though my insides trembled. He stared right at me so it wasn't a matter of denial. It was too soon. Too fast. He shouldn't have recognized me. “What?" I breathed softly, feigning deep pretense of just catching up to his words. He doesn't speak for a while, just stares. “Who's Shantel?" His wife's confused eyes trailed between us, settling on her husband. He cocked his head, as if in deep thought then he turned his body towards Rino. I couldn't stop my fingers from shaking now. Antonio gave a lazy shrug. “A girl I once met back at the shadows club, helped her once.” His eyes turned to me now. “Never expected to see her again." He added. Rino stood as steel as a rock. He did not turn to me. Did not tighten his grip on my hip like

I held my breathe as the figure surfaced more out of the shadows and closer to us. He sauntered towards us with a kind of swagger that looked like he invented it. He had a full devilish smirk displayed on his face. I nearly stumbled back into Rino in relief at the realization that he wasn't him. What was it with this men and their identical features? “The one and only." He drawled out lazily. He was only a few feet away from us now. Slowly he eyes dragged down to me. He cocked his head to the side, his smirk widening. “She doesn't look like a woman who has enough balls to dare try to escape the cluthes of the devil himself but I do see now why we didn't get an invite to your wedding." He spoke to Rino but his eyes stayed on me. I could feel Rino stiffen behind me, his hands around my waist tighten. “It's never branded on the forehead now, is it Nicolo?" At the sound of the edge in his voice, Nicolo’s eyes turned back up to Rino's. Whatever he saw there had him grinning now, a si

It was past seven pm and I was fashionably late. I was aware Rino and the rest of the family were lined up waiting downstairs. I was clad in my regal red dress, my hair elegantly done on top of my head. I nodded in appreciation to the three ladies hired to help me get ready for tonight. They filed out of the room after gathering their equipments. With one last heavy sigh staring at my figure in the mirror, I headed for the door. I went for a simple makeup look. The jewelry glistening on my neck and hands made my skin glow. I looked gorgeous and I was so certain of it, it unnerved me and made me feel good at the same time. My beauty have always been more of a curse than a blessing ever since I was old enough to know they were two genders in existence. My heels clicked behind me and so did the trail of my dress. I drew in a sharp breath at the very devil standing before me. Rino. His dark eyes, darkened even further at the sight of me. His eyes roamed over my form and I watche

I swallowed hard. My fingers felt clammy as it held onto the edge of the table tightly. I don't know why I did that. I shouldn't have gotten involved. The slam of her words hit me deeper than she must have intended. She came running back downstairs finally looking her age in a cute yellow dress, her tote bag still hung over her shoulder. Her brother calmly waited for her to get down standing by his mother's side, whispering into her ears in Italian. I've been around Italians for almost a decade and I still never understood anything more than the basics of that language. He pressed a kiss against her head, his eyes looking straight into her eyes before his arms left her. Andrea looked like the only thing separating her from a breakdown was her son's presence and words. Her eyes met her daughter's. “You be back by five." She tried to sound firmly but faltered. Selene gave a single stiff nod to her mother before walking in front of her brother out the door. “I'll go with them.

A maid welcomed us wholeheartedly and led us into the large Villa home. “Hello girls." Mrs. Martinez had an award winning smile plastered on her face, it made me hesitate. Nevertheless, I returned her smile with a calm one of my own. Micah beside me was acting like she was being introduced to her mother in law. She launched Andrea Martinez into such big hug, my brows basically almost lifted through the roof. I schooled my features, gravely aware of her whole family following behind her. She turned to me. Her eyes searched my form and in slow, calculative steps, she pulled me into a tight embrace. She didn't let go of me until I cleared my throat as subtly as I could. She let out a nervous laugh, her smile still displayed on her face. “I'm sorry, I got a little carried away." My brows pinched. I took a small step back. “Honey." Her husband came in from behind her, carrying a small polite smile of his own. “It's been a while Mrs. Garcia." He stated, his hand protectively on hi

Hilda looked like she wanted to hide into her own body. "It was quite late and my father knows I'm here." She said, flashing a smile. Romero nods at her once in acknowledgement. I knew his Fiancee did not have the best attitude but he didn't have to act so cold towards her. But then, he'd have to atleast care for her to be about to marry her. Hilda was trying so hard sometimes, it made me cringe on her behalf. “Go back to your room." Hilda turned her head towards me in a hard glare before she walked off. The weight of her words still hung in the air above me as she walked off. I didn't want to be involved in any trouble but I didn't think anything I said or did would be able to convince her that she has got it all wrong. Romero's heavy gaze turned me. “Lynnie starts school tomorrow, you're to accompany her." He said before walking past me. I went to bed that night like I've been doing in the last weeks. I couldn't sleep. I was restless like something even more terrible was

I snapped out of my riverie. Quickly realizing that I stood in front of five men in only what could barely be recognized as underwear. My eyes widened in horror. I moved without turning back, yanking a robe from the top of the lounge chairs. It was flimsy and completely see through but I just needed to create a wall between my body and their eyes. It rattled me. Mrs. Taylor had asked the men stationed round the house to stay close but out of sight from the garden and pool area before I agreed to come out for swimming. Lynnie was now in her father's arms. His eyes flickered to her and then back up at me. I watched his jaw clench as he stared hard at me. Was he upset? Angry? I don't remember us taking permission before coming out here. We never had to and Mrs. Taylor assured me it was fine to be out here. I clutched the edges of my robe to my stomach. It felt heavy. Romero nodded at the men behind him and then they were led into the estate by Dante. I held my breath, my hear

The whole space went quiet. Completely silent. Lynnie's unbothered father glanced up from his laptop. His eyes flickered towards his daughter and then back to his laptop. No expression on his face. Hilda stood, frozen in her steps. I saw her struggle to keep her glare off. She placed her hand above her chest looking hurt. Lynnie's offended expression grew and she turned to me, her voice softer. “Giselle we won't make breakfast anymore?" She blinked up at me, clearly upset about her plans being ruined. I didn't smile at her in reassurance, I just stared. Lynnie was a very sweet child but she was being raised and groomed to possibly turn out into a spoilt, entitled little brat if her family continued being this nonchalant. Her expression softened at whatever look she saw in mine. “No. We are not Lynnie." I told her. “Lynnie I'll make sure you have fun–” Hilda tried to continue on desperately. "No. I don't want you.” She shrieked with vengeance from her chair and I grimaced at the

“Your father knew this man?" He asked in surprise, almost like he wasn't expecting that answer. I swallowed, hesitating then I nodded at the stranger. “Where's your father?" Romero asked himself this time, scrutinizing my every move. I clenched my teeth together, my heart was pounding hard in my chest. “Dead." I whispered, feeling like I would cbust any moment from now. “So you've never seen this man in four years?" The stranger asked again and I shook my head. “Not even around your dead husband?" My body stilled. “Around Jace?" My eyes roamed the face in the room. It was now my turn to be confused. “If he'd been around I would have known." Would I? He had no reason to be around Jace, they had no connection of any sorts. The man whose face stared at me was a wealthy man my father always clung onto and worshipped. That's all I knew atleast. Jace was a petty, small town criminal. “What was his relationship with your father." This conversation was making me skin itch. I hated

I cuddled against Lynnie on her bed. It has become our most favorite thing to do over the last few days. We watch her sometimes disastrous movie until we fall asleep in either her room or in mine. It's been almost a week since that catastrophic dinner. The bandages were finally taken off my arm yesterday, the pain was almost completely gone, leaving only a dull ache behind. Tonight Lynnie laid almost on top of me but I couldn't sleep. I haven't been able to sleep through the night since the night Jace and child died. The anxiety of the nightmare only worsened further after I killed a man. I killed a person. His lifeless eyes haunted me when I closed my eyes. Being with her always made me feel better, brought me ease and peace but tonight my body just wouldn't relax. My back tensed up when I heard the door to the room being pulled open. I shut my eyes closed. The sound closed shut and soft, heavy footsteps followed. I held my breath, my shoulders frozen. It was him. Her fa

Tension rolled over the air in fast and heavy waves. Hilda looked the most horrified and shocked but it wasn't directed at Lynnie or I. Her gaze kept flickering down the table in fear. Her hands against Romero's arm tightened and so did mine clutching the edge of the table. Hilda's parents looked…embarrassed. Like their future step granddaughter calling another woman Mama was a grave sin they should be afraid of. Her brother merely looked amused. He had the eyes that sparkled with sadistic pleasure at the tension and unease in the air. Kylie looked taken aback. Avery let out a nervous laugh, once, then another. Still the crack of the unease did not ease. “She likes to play with that a lot." She threw another shallow laugh in the air like it was her job to fix this. The devil and his child just sat there. Romero sipped from his wine without a care for his daughter's error. And Lynnie was back to sipping her milkshake with a wide smile on her face. Only I felt like I was abou

I stilled completely. My heart racing and threatened to burst out of my chest. Aria bent down to the boy's height. “Why do you keep insisting so, Thomas?" She asked, trying not to sound as serious as she looked. "She told us so.” My brows creased as I tilted my head aback. My head was beginning to ache badly at this point. I opened my mouth to speak but no sound came out. Aria's head snapped to me and I could feel every other gaze in the room on me. "How exactly did she say it? “ Aria inquired and the little boy's lips curled like he was searching for the right way to explain it. "She was glowing white after she shielded us from the bad guys. The Luna didn't say it. The wind did.” Another little girl from the row of kids said and the ache in my head grew. "The wind told you? “ Melanie repeated like she was suspected the kids must have also hit their head. "Yes.” Another older kid affirmed. "The voice sounded faraway but we all heard it.” A second bolt of chorus echoed.

My hand on the towel tightened. Melanie pushed past her brother and ran towards me. She crashed into me in a hug, wrapping her hands around me. My lips curled into a smile. “I've never been so scared my entire life, Valerie." She breathed. “I'm sorry." I whispered into her hair softly. She pulled back and ran her eyes over my form, then she squinted her eyes at my wet hair and attire before whipping her head towards her brother. She huffed a breath, “I'll be waiting for you outside Valerie.” She said to me before leaving. The King still stood by the door like his sister was a nuisance. He turned to me and nodded towards the bed. I had so many clothes right now, I couldn't remember all of them but I somehow knew the dress on his bed was from my closet. “Thank you." I whispered, picking the dress up. He also weirdly knew what I liked to wear. He nodded at me. I stood, waiting but nobody moved. I bit into my cheek as I continued to wait. The King sighed at my insistence and t

“I-I have no idea.” I whispered, looking away from him. "Look at me Valerie.” Cautiously I followed his instructions. "You don't remember running off into the woods? You shouldn't have known there was a rogue attack happening in the woods but you did and you rushed off without informing anyone.” He told me. I swallowed. His eyes didn't look angry, atleast not at me, I guess. He spoke like he was communicating with a child and he needed me to understand how dangerous my actions were. “I don't know why I did that." I whispered again, fidgeting my fingers on my thigh. He would think I was crazy. He let out a sigh. “You're lying Valerie." My heart froze. I expected him to lash out but his voice grew more uncharacteristically soft. “You need to tell me what's going on. I'll take care of it, I promise." That sentence always turned out to be a lie. I was aware there was a big problem at hand and it was only a matter of time before I broke. “I-I felt it." The silence in the room stre

My fingers on his fur froze as he watched me with what looked like a glare. What did I say? He nudged me with his nose and then his glare softened. He stood back and sat on the ground. He stretched his head forward and then straighted his shoulders. My head tilted in confusion. He spread his body like he was trying to show me how big he was and when he saw I wasn't getting it, he let out a very arrogant huff and then stood back up. “O-kayyy." I stressed, still staring at him, my mind catching up and then I let out a laugh. I covered my lips with my hands as another laugh left me. “I'm sorry." I murmured, trying to look serious. “We're you upset because I called you a cute puppy?” I tried to muffle my smile behind my hand but it didn't seem to working because he let out another huff. "I didn't mean it as an insult. It's just I heard so much about your wolf and seeing him now, he looks harmless. I've always loved pets.” I murmured, I had no idea why I was rambling on. The wolf'

The air froze. Everything and everyone went still. The kids stood like statues before me. And just as quickly as the inevitable force came, it disappeared. The motion of leaves frozen in mid air unfroze. Breathe came back rushing in my lungs in full speed, with sharp adrenaline coursing through me. The kids whimpering snapped me back into motion. I turned to find every single rogue laying on the ground—dead. I held my breathe. I turned my head back to the children, my chest rising and falling unevenly. My breathes suddenly grew shallow. My mind processing like it had suddenly forgotten the resent events that led us here. “Are you all alright?" I breathed, more like squeaked out. My consciousness didn't let me receive an affirmation from the scared and traumatized children before it evaded me. Silence. Darkness. It drew me in, just like it did when I was in pain last night. Everything remained blur but my senses were somewhat active. I heard scrambling and chattering befo

Zurien's POV I watched as she walked out of my room like she was sneaking to avoid being seen. I stood taking in her natural addictive scent in to ease my tense muscles before walking into the shower. I let out a possessive growl. ‘We can't hold back any longer human.’ Eris growled. I winced. ‘you think I don't know that?’ I snapped back at him. Tension rolled off of me in waves and I had run out of methods to keep it hidden before I hurt her unintentionally. I let the water run down my body. Recollections of last night had more parts of me twitching and growing hard than I'd like. ‘she was sick and in pain you idiot.’ my forehead squeezed in pain. ‘exactly, we could have eased her pain even faster if you'd just stop hesitating and let us take her.’ Eris was growing more impatient by the day. ‘she’s not ready yet.’ ‘what are you really afraid of human, don't give me that bullshit about the elders again. You can burn them all with one world. It would be good riddance.’ I g