Paul wanted to strangle Cecily. His jaws clenched, his fingers clutching the edge of his couch's armrest as anger gripped him. Not very long ago, he'd specifically warned his little sister not to disturb his meeting with the other alphas. But it appeared that she'd so easily forgotten that, like she always forgot his other warnings. This time, however, she hadn't just stuck her nose where it didn't belong. She'd started a new conversation... and had made things considerably worse.
The first to react to Cecily's rude interruption was Edward. He couldn't care less about anything she had to say—it was a well-known fact across the werewolf community that Cecily Knight was an idiot—but her smug smile and confident pose were something he couldn't ignore. It seemed this one truly believed throwing out a huge sum of money could actually solve her problems. Poor thing. Maybe it had worked in the past, but her insolence had only made him more determined to see her banished.It had been so long since Belinda had driven a car that she'd forgotten how bad she was at it. She'd never taken the driver's license test, after all. However, how badly she drove was the least of her problems. The instant Belinda arrived at the Chicago Pack estate, she jumped out of the vehicle and raced to the gate. Something was off. It wasn't just that the gates were open, or that the night was eerily quiet for a location that was under attack. It was the strange black veil that was blocking her view of what was happening on the other side. Drawing closer, Belinda inspected it, but she didn't understand anything more than the fact it was definitely made with magic. It was the work of the Sorcerer Clan then.Slowly, she lightly touched a finger on the veil. Her finger passed right through. There was a moment of hesitation before Belinda took a step forward, pushing her body through the black veil. Just like her finger, she passed through without any hitch, and what she saw on the
Dr Monroe glanced at the screen at his side, then at the woman who was having her insides scanned. He repeated the process, and once he was satisfied with the result, he smiled down at her. "Everything is good, Mrs. De Lacey. Your babies are healthy and are developing at the expected pace." "It isn't Mrs. De Lacey yet. The Lycan and I aren't officially married." Looking down at her exposed belly, Belinda rubbed the little bump that had just begun to form. A smile automatically spread across her lips, as it always did when she thought of the two lives growing inside her. Yes, despite all the hardships she'd been put through, her babies were healthy. They only had to cross one more hurdle before they could finally achieve the happiness they wanted. However, it wasn't a small hurdle. "Thank you, doctor. I'll be on my way now." After packing her bags, Belinda headed to the driveway, where three of the Lycan's finest fighters were waiting for her. Draven had insisted she d
Belinda watched from backstage, hidden from the rest of the werewolves parking the large auditorium. Every non-minor member of the Chicago Pack was present, and it was a very rowdy event indeed. It was obvious they were all anxious. No doubt every wolf in the world had seen the announcement on the community forum made by the Lycan's official account. The Lycan himself wasn't present. He was occupied with preparations for war, but nobody doubted where he stood on the matter of appointment of the new alpha of the Chicago Pack. Belinda couldn't tell if the people's reaction was good or bad, but they definitely had a reaction. The noise did reduce as Derek came into view, climbing onto the stage. He'd healed a whole lot from his injuries, but he was still obviously weakened. Everyone waited for him to position himself, watching as he stood behind the microphone, his face pale and his expression serious. He had two other men behind him, two very old werewolves. Belinda thought it was pre
Derek could feel pain. Not the agonizing type that made it difficult to so much as breathe, but still enough that he ached everywhere. That was a good thing, he guessed. It meant the doctors had decided he was healthy enough to not need sedatives shot into his system every five minutes. That still left their terrible meal choices, though. Sitting on his bed, pillows stacked behind him to help him stay up straight, he stared at the warm bowl of chicken soup resting on his thighs. All the while, he silently cursed the nurses. Did they not realize he'd recently resurrected from the dead? Soup just wouldn't cut it. He deserved a seven-course meal.Derek was still sulking about his menu, when his ears caught the sound of footsteps in the hallway. He could tell they didn't belong to his caregivers, his nose could pick up the newcomer's scent after all. The door swung open and a familiar face surfaced. "I was wondering when you'd come to see me," Derek remarked daily, but his tone lack
The moment was nothing like Belinda expected. She knew how death worked. She'd fully understood what it meant to kill her own blood. Yet, the experience itself was more... empty than she'd expected. Sitting on one of the chairs at the dining table, she stared across at the lifeless body of her parents. Even in death, her father still managed to appear handsome and proud. Somehow, he still managed to look down on her, with just the right amount of spite to show he never cared about her. As for her mother, she'd died more hideously. It was obvious she'd struggled against what was happening to her. Her mouth was open in a silent scream, her expression was twisted, and in her open eyes was the shock and anger she'd felt while dying. The sight of those two was supposed to stir something deep in Belinda, but all she felt was a large void. No pain, no sadness, no anger. Not even a hint of guilt for the atrocity she'd just committed. Had her parents meant that little to her?Rather than br
Georgina turned at the sound of footsteps approaching, in time to watch Maddox enter the dining room. She searched his face for information, but his mood was unreadable. Her attention shifted one other person followed behind him. "Did it work?" Georgina asked the sorcerer. Before replying, Maddox pulled back the chair at the head of the rectangular table, relaxing into it as he sat down. "Was there any doubt it would?" There was a clear arrogance in his tone.Georgina ignored him, moving to the woman who stood stiffly at a place with a dazed expression. "How are you feeling, Belinda?" She placed a hand on each of her daughter's arms. In the past, Belinda would have flinched at her mother's touch, but now, she did nothing. As though her body was present, but her mind was not. "Just a slight headache." She replied. "And my skin still aches from the silver chain." Tenderly, Georgina rubbed her daughter's upper arm, although that was not nearly the part of her body that ached