Dalton’s point of view: When I reached the pack house, the living room and dining area were filled with pack members. I breathed in deeply, trying to pull the calm around me into my lungs, my heart but it did nothing to quell the seething unsettling emotion within me. Cassandra’s scent lingered around in the living room area. That was the last place she’d been to, then, why was her scent the strongest in the kitchen when she wasn’t there? My eyes searched the kitchen, looking for the woman who had my wolf and I completely under her control. My eyes faltered on the backdoor which led to the back of the pack house. That area was only used for parties held for special occasions. What could she be doing there? Was she hiding from me? I pushed the backdoor open and stepped outside on the overgrown grass. I winced at the crunching noises the grass made with each step I took forward, following her trail of scent. It disappeared when I got to the dense forest which was restricted to e
Cassandra’s point of view: He was hiding something. There must be something troubling him and it was about Levi and his associates. His hostility, whenever a member from the Moon Howlers would come, wasn’t hard to notice. It was so intense that every pack member would squirm in discomfort. I pressed my lips into a thin line when he’d shout at me. And even with Sierra warning me to run away, to get as far away as possible from him, I stayed put. Now, I regretted not listening to my wolf. I wasn’t expecting Dalton to hold my wrist, to get so close to me when his own wolf was fighting to come forth and get in control of the whole situation. The only thing that came into my mind then, was to try and calm Dalton down. Maybe he was just not feeling well, I’d thought. Maybe he wasn’t as angry as he’d been with me on the training ground. But, I was wrong! He even ended the pack training earlier than usual just to find me? I made sure to take a quick shower to rinse off Marcus scent th
Cassandra’s point of view: After spending the whole night thinking about the conversation I’d had with Dalton back in the forest, I was feeling so worn out that the first thing I did after I was done babysitting Millie for the day, was to throw myself in bed. It didn’t take long for me to feel the lack of sleep get to me. I was on the verge of closing my eyes when my bedroom door was pushed open. It was Dalton. And, he was dressed in a black suit and a white buttoned up shirt. He had his hair well groomed. He even had his beard trimmed into a neat five o’clock shadow shape for a smart look. The first thought that crossed my mind was, he looked damn good! I swallowed. Steadied myself as my eyes raked over his figure. “Why are you dressed in a suit?” I made a face at him, pretending as though his presence and his hotness in that suit weren’t affecting me. Yeah, not at all! “Do you like it?” He raised an inquisitive eyebrow at me. A smirk riding on his perfect pink lips as he sl
Cassandra’s point of view: Grasping my waist with his hands, he angled his head until our lips just brushed, waiting for me to meet his lips halfway. Actually, no, he wasn’t waiting for me. His eyes bore into mine with so much power that it made me feel nervous. He was showing me his control over everything that was about to happen between us. His power to control me, my body, my heart, my mind… It felt as though he was trying to show me in the most primal way possible just what he meant when he said that he’ll make me his. For a long moment, I didn’t respond. I could feel his warm, ragged breath, tickling my lips, but we were both frozen there. And then, just as I thought he was going to move away seeing my unresponsiveness, he kissed me, a kiss to activate a desire from deep within me. It was a raw emotion brought forth by the same ethereal energy hanging over us, luring us closer. So, I poured everything I was feeling into that kiss. A long, slow burn that unfurled right th
Dalton’s point of view: I was dying. There was no other way to describe it. This unparalleled pleasure that crashed over me and all around me made my wolf stir so much to break free that controlling him was way beyond my capability. Cassandra’s mouth felt hot, clever and wicked. And even more urgent that it had been in every one of my futile fantasies that I’d imagined in the last few days I’d stayed away from her, even while I’d thought that staying away from her would be best but after knowing that she was my destined mate… The way she licked me, tasted me and sucked me down there proved to me that she, too, couldn’t get enough of me, and that she, too, had been waiting for this moment. I know that she wasn’t as hypnotized by the mate bond as she’d been before. She wasn’t completely under its control as I was. I had already surrendered to it ever since I learnt that this thing luring us had been what our species once knew as the mate pull. She knew what she was doing. And, eve
Cassandra’s point of view: I couldn’t stop thinking about the crazy interlude I’d shared with Dalton right here in my bedroom. It’s been four days since we’d laid down in that same bed I’d tried sleeping in at night but couldn’t, simply because he wasn’t there. His scent still hung around in my bed but it wasn’t as dominant as it’d been that evening. It was faint but it was there. Yet, it was enough to make me restless during the nights I’d had to spend without him. It wasn’t just the physical pleasure that made me dwell on every moment we’d spent together. The truth was, whenever I thought of the encounters I’d had with Dalton so far, a smile came to my face and my heart started thudding in my chest. This feeling was an emotion I’d never felt before. I’d been thinking about everything that had happened between us for the past few weeks. It all escalated too quickly. With a half-tired half-bored sigh, I sunk down on the couch, watching the black screen in front of me, lost in tho
Cassandra’s point of view: I turned around on my back and watched the roof absentmindedly. It was nearing midnight and I was yet to fall asleep. Sleep was something I hadn’t been fortunate enough to get like most of the pack members for a while now. The entire pack house was as quiet as a rock. Even the forest was unnaturally silent. Unlike the pack house, the forest was the most alive at night for our kind. A strange creak coming from the hallway by my bedroom door made me get out of bed. Tiptoeing towards the secret weapon I’d kept in case I would need to fight an intruder someday, the only thought that flashed into my mind then was ‘well, get ready to fight, the day was finally here’. I raised the bat further up, ready to hit whoever stood outside my door this late at night. With my enhanced senses, I could hear the footsteps inching closer. Too close! I held the bat tightly in one hand while the other hand slowly reached for the doorknob. I was about to turn the knob when the
Dalton’s point of view: Despite not having drifted to sleep until at least three o’clock in the morning, after hours of the most incredible sex of my life, I woke up at eight feeling better than I’d ever had. It took me a second to remember everything that had happened, but hearing Cassandra’s contended sigh, and feeling her long, slim leg slide between mine as she draped herself over me in her sleep, everything had come flooding back. I would love to stay this way, all tangled up, the sheets long gone, the warmth of our bodies was all we needed. But, I had somewhere to be, and had to get up. That meant I had to wake her up. Because I didn’t intend to let her out of my sight today – so she was coming with me. “Hey, sweetheart,” I whispered against her cheek, “Are you hungry?” She mumbled something incoherent. “What was that?” “… hungry for you,” she repeated sleepily. Even though knowing that she was still half asleep and might have not meant what she said, my mouth watered.