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Dillon’s POV I couldn’t drag my eyes away from the sleeping angel next to me. Every rational bone in my body screamed that she shouldn’t be here with me right now. It wasn’t safe. But love wasn’t rational, and fuck if I wasn’t stoked to have her close to me. Loving Zoe had been a constant pastime for two years before our bond snapped in. And for me. that love never wavered, despite our contentious relationship and my questionable choices. But as deeply profound as those emotions were, they paled in comparison to what I felt for her now. Back then, her addictive scent was nothing more than a faint trace in the wind compared to the irresistible floral bouquet that taunted me now. Back then, I hadn’t known what she tasted like, all peaches and cream with a hint of brown sugar. I hadn’t known what it felt like to touch her, her soft skin gliding like silk under my hand. I knew all those things now, and there was no going back. “Mmm, Dillon.” Zoe’s breathy voice purred in her sleep
Zoe’s POV “Stay in the car, Zoe!” Cinna warned as I reached for the door handle. “Mate said to stay in the car!” “I never was very good at following orders. Just ask my brother.” I mouthed back, stepping out onto the curb and closing the door as quietly as possible. Dillon and I weren’t marked so I couldn’t tell if he was hurt or not. But I still had my woman’s intuition and it was practically screaming that something wasn’t right. If Dillon was in trouble, I couldn’t sit back and do nothing. I would just have to deal with his mantrum later. I followed the path he’d taken around the building, creeping slowly. Looking around for a makeshift weapon, I picked up a jagged piece of wood I found lying around. It would have to do because even I wasn’t foolhardy enough to go in there empty-handed. A melted door hung open a few feet away, telling me that’s how Dillon must have entered. But as soon as I reached it, voices drifted my way. “Since you obviously know nothing of value, your on
Dillon’s POV The months flew by. Week after week of chasing dead ends across the country. Every time I thought I might sneak away to spend time with my mate, another lead would pop up out of nowhere and I would have to take off again. It would be worth it if said leads actually produced something useful, but they never did. Zoe and I texted occasionally and managed to squeeze in a rare phone call but our contact was few and far between. We had no idea what the Dark Fae might know about us or the technology they possessed so staying off the radar was paramount if we ever hoped to find them. A task that seemed more and more hopeless as time passed. I wanted to believe Zoe understood my need for radio silence and the reason I couldn’t contact her. But more and more it felt like she was pulling away. And who could blame her? I hadn’t exactly been the model mate from the beginning. And now I was barely a mate at all. “What is that sour, brooding look for?” Derek jibed, breaking the sp
Zoe’s POV I cried the day Dillon took me back to university and drove away from me. I had cried the day I walked away from him without a word, boarding a plane to Ashmouth, and I cried the day he left me there again. I finally let myself feel the horror of seeing my mate almost murdered before my eyes. I also took the time to let the reality of my near death experience sink in. And again, more tears. But mostly, I cried because something about the way he left felt so final. When Dillon and I first recognized our bond, I rebelled against the idea of being his mate with every fiber of my being. I couldn’t fathom a day would come when I would actually trust him with my heart again. But now? Now I was beginning to suspect there might never be anything in life I wanted more. That thought terrified me. Because just as I was starting to believe we might have a future together, one filled with sizzling kisses, soft caresses, and the comfort of my mate’s arms, a future where Dillon looked
Zoe’s POV “What the fuck happened last night?” I croaked out, my throat in desperate need of moisture. I sat up and flung my legs over the side of the bed, only to fall back again when my room spun around me. My room? I had no memory of how I’d gotten there. Or how I’d gotten undressed. Panic slithered through me as I looked down at my naked body, save for my bra and panties. “I told you shots were a bad idea.” Cinna sing-songed in my head. “Haven’t you heard? “I told you so” isn’t a good look on anybody, Cinna.” I sniped at her. “Do you remember how we got home?” “Nope. I wanted nothing to do with your adolescent behavior so I slept through all of it.” She shrugged, sauntering away. “You could at least help with the hangover!” I called after her, but it only made my headache worse. Ever so gingerly, I pushed off the mattress and assumed a sitting position, with much more success this time. When I finally made it to my feet, my legs didn’t want to hold me. But I forced
Dillon’s POV All the leads I’d been chasing relentlessly seemed to have finally dried up and I was able to return home to Glass Lake. The irony wasn’t lost on me that just when I actually had some free time, the only person I wanted to spend it with was no longer an option for me. And that thought hurt like a bitch. That day, immediately after the pain had subsided and the reality of what Zoe had done had sunk in, my head had been a total mess. Between my wolf’s complete wreckage and my own heartbreak, not to mention a healthy dose of rage, I couldn’t hold on to one emotion long enough to fully wrap my mind around it. But that was then. Now, I was straight up pissed off! She refused to accept our bond based on the assumption I would be unfaithful and then she turned around and did exactly that. How fuckin’ dare she? And how dare any fucker touch what was mine! Goddess help the asshole if I ever found out who the fuck he was! If I was being honest, I set myself up for this. How
Aloha to all my wonderful readers! I apologize for the delayed/missed updates. Between our family vacation and all four of us falling ill, it has been a struggle to keep up. But we are returning home today and finally feeling well so I should be back on track for posting timely updates. I will also do my best to post multiple updates whenever possible. I am currently reading a couple stories that are unfinished, waiting for updates, so I understand the frustration of waiting to read the next chapters of your favorite stories. However, unfortunately I still have to work my day job so some days are more difficult to write than others. I totally understand if you prefer to wait until the story is completed. Thank you so much for all of you who are sticking with the story! I appreciate each and every one of you! Please leave comments, reviews and a gem or two if you are enjoying the story!! Much love, Cara
Zoe’s POV “Did you ace it?” Ciarra asked me as we walked out of our Research I final exam. “Of course I aced it!” I boasted. “After working with Dr. Knolls in the lab all year, I think I could test out of all the research classes. She taught me so much more than I learned in class.” “I knew you would.” She replied, but her gaze was fixed somewhere over my shoulder. “Looks like someone is waiting for you.” I whipped around, traitorous hope rising in me. It was the last day of classes and I would be heading home. Some small, irrational part of me held onto the ludicrous idea that Dillon might surprise me. That I might find him waiting for me, wearing that lazy smile I loved so much, ready to take me home with him. But the sight of Mattias standing there smothered that little ember of hope before it ever caught fire. Because Mattias was a strong dose of reality, and the reason Dillon would never be waiting for me. So even after all his groveling for forgiveness, I still couldn’t