"I..." My tongue fell flat as I hesitated to describe what I was seeing. Honestly, I thought of possibly shutting up altogether. But as Morax touched the small of my back, I sucked up my courage. I didn't want to come off as crazy or delusional, but my eyes weren't deceiving me. That little light was still dancing on my brother's shoulder. But I had no idea what it was. Still, I could sense energy about it. The scent that flowed from the red embers told me that it was alive. It twirled around like it was dancing. A petal in a world that couldn't be seen by the naked eye. "... You're going to think I'm crazy, but there's a red light. It's sitting on Elijah's shoulder right now, I saw it earlier too. It was in the forest before I started hallucinating that we left." I knew I sounded insane, even as the words left my lips. But as I turned to peek at my unclaimed mate, he wasn't looking at me with judgment. His handsome face was scrunched in thought as if he was racking his brain. El
My hands felt wrong as they defiled someone's resting place. Apprehension in my nerve endings while I helped Morax dig into the dirt. It was significantly easier with my claws extended. Still, as I dug deep enough to see a faint blue light break the earth, my heart raced a mile a minute. Any minute now, we'd gain another artifact. But I didn't know if that was a good or a bad thing. Especially since I still wasn't sure what he wanted them for. But as I glanced up at Morax anxiously, he looked beyond pleased. His eyes were full of anticipation. He didn't seem to mind the inhumane act we were committing at all. In fact, there were dark shadows dancing in his eyes in the pale moonlight. His rugged curls dipped down to showcase the gleam in them. While he was unholy in his gorgeous features, I wondered if that unnerving beauty hid anything else I should be wary of. I paused, just as my nails touched the rough edge of the artifact. "...Hey, Morax?" I faltered, staring down into the e
Coming home should have been rewarding, welcoming even. But as I stood there, why did I feel like I was lost in the background? I watched as the celebrations took place, as the villagers gathered around in rowdy crowds of excitement at our victory and safe return. Alpha Morax held up the relic for all of them to see. Food and drink were given among the masses, laughter filling the air. Wood that was being used to rebuild cottages from the fire had been repurposed as dance floors, and I had never seen the Aconite Clan so lively. So why, even though I was a key part of our almost unblemished victory, was I standing off to the side? While they all celebrated… her. I watched as Angelica took the center of the field, surrounded by people who were shocked and delighted to see she was still alive and well. Her hair was laced with flowers and threaded like silken rope throughout her strands. While I couldn’t fault them for being happy, what stung the most was that Morax was standing tall
I wasn't sure if Morax had told anyone, or if Miqella was just some sort of undercover genius, but as my eyes locked with his, I was stunned. Morax only seemed to treat me like his mate when he wanted to, the elephant in the room almost completely ignored unless he was too close. I noticed it was in those times that he slipped up, and I couldn’t help but feel like he didn’t want the bond at all.Did Miqella know that too?"...Yeah, I am."I saw the way his eyes dropped down to my exposed shoulder, the work of my slipover shoulder cardigan. I knew what he was looking for.Quickly, I averted my gaze. I felt self-conscious under Miqella’s watchful stare, ashamed. "But he hasn't claimed me yet. I don't know if he even wants to." I admitted after a moment, surprised by how easily my worries fled from my mouth in the catty boy's presence.His long black hair tumbled to the side when he cocked his head. “Is he not what you expected?”What I expected? How could I answer that? On one hand, I t
I reached out to touch her, but Miqella’s hand held mine. He was seizing it in mid-air as my watery gaze landed on his somber face. My limbs were heavy and rigid like a statue, my digits locked inside his palm.“You can’t touch her, you’ll contaminate the evidence.” He said the words heavily, and they sat in my mind, drenching it with sorrow. She wasn’t a person anymore. She was just evidence. The leftovers of someone’s crime.Though, I knew who did it. My mind just didn’t want to believe it. I wanted to jump to improbable scenarios of someone coming through the window and hurting her, to somehow explain Brandon’s absence. But my nose didn’t lie.Even if my thoughts did.“I’m sorry,” I whispered, my hand shaking when Miqella’s cold touch released my palm. It fell limp to my side.“I…should have believed you and Morax, I… trusted him, I never thought…” My thoughts were getting hard to communicate. Everything was racing a mile a minute. My regrets, my frustrations, and everything from t
"So, what did you want with me?" I asked, letting the power flow into my hands again. He seemed surprised to see me wielding it so confidently, but I wasn't fazed at the apparent wonder on his visage. I didn't know what his game was. Or what he was thinking. But as Morax and I stood on one side of the field across from each other, circling, anger pricked at my stomach. Timmy was gone already, by the behest of the Alpha to go grab some food for the picnic. And Miqella had also vanished at the Alpha's orders. It was just the two of us, alone. But unlike before, it didn't bring me much happiness. There was no mistaking the animalistic pull I still felt towards him, but by this point, it was just a hindrance. Sure, Alpha Morax was powerful, beautiful, and charming--but he was also clearly emotionally incompetent. Frankly, I wasn't sure if my feelings for him were real or a side effect of the bond anymore. "I told you, today you're training with me." He replied, short and to the p
In... Heat? The almost feverish outbreak on my skin at his touch told me that he was correct, but it didn't make my nerves die down any. In fact, I felt trapped. Staring into the eyes of a man who, quite bluntly, terrified me. Despite us being mates, I had no idea where I stood with him. I had expected he had come here to finally reject me, but here he was... on top of me, looking at me like I was his prey. The pack bond wanted me to yield under his stare, pushing me to submit. But I fought it, flushing red to the tips of my ears as I bucked my hips up. "I..." I stammered, praying like hell that no one showed up in the woods right now.His face loomed even closer, and for the first time, I didn't know what to do. I could see the physical length of his lashes from how close he was, could see the amber swirling inside his pupils to blossom into the brilliant iris of his eyes. Without thinking, my hands went to his shoulders. But instead of pushing him away as I intended, my body had
Morax Pov. When I had asked the small pup Timmy Haynes to head towards Robin for me, this hadn't been the outcome I had anticipated. Her petite body trembling under mine. Her body sucking me into the brink. Even though I just had her, I wanted more. Seeing her sprawled out, panting my name, it wasn't a memory I'd forget anytime soon. But as I stared at her, watching her slowly fall off her high, a fit of cold anger still chilled my chest. It was like a cold winter day, once you sought warmth, it was natural that the cold outside only felt more bitter. That was how Robin was, a bundle of heat who suddenly left you cold again. Time and time again, she was close enough for me to touch, but she always fled after. She did it, repeatedly. Whenever I got too close, she lurched away. When I carried her home from battle, she ran from like the devil was at her heels. And during the party... all she had done was keep her distance, sprinting away before I even had a chance to ask her to dan