*** Slayne *** I can’t feel Lizzie anymore. She has been whimpering but now she is silent, I can’t feel her presence within me, and I am scared. I need Ivan back. I need to see him, not his wolf. I need to tell him everything that I feel for him. I have never told him how much he means to me because I thought if I didn’t acknowledge it, it would hurt less when he left. For the longest time, I thought that him leaving was inevitable. The mate bond did not keep my mother here, why would it keep Ivan here, tethered to me, the girl no-one had stuck around for? Except he has, despite the fact that I am a fucked-up mess, despite the fact that I hurt him and failed to give him anything, he stayed until I pushed him so far away it was threatening to destroy him. I have never allowed him in, never allowed him to get too comfortable. I have never even told him how much I love him. I am such an idiot, because I do love him. I have loved him for the longest time, but my fear forced me to hide
*** Helen *** It took me less than three days to fall in love with him. And make no mistake about it, I am head over heels, tummy turning, don’t-want-to-picture-a-future-without-him in love! It has been an incredible night. We had a lovely meal and some wine and spent time just talking and getting to know each other. Manzitti is handsome and smart and he makes me feel like I am the only girl in the world. He has a fun, cheeky side that makes me melt inside. He makes me laugh. He makes me happy, really happy. I didn’t realise I could be this happy, especially with someone I met days ago. We have a connection that is deeper than I have ever felt with anyone. I feel like he sees my soul, he sees who and what I am. My nerve endings dance when he touches me. I cannot believe how fast he brought me to an earth-shattering climax. I have never, ever felt anything like that before, not alone and certainly not with Alan. For the first time in my adult life, the thought of our next sexual en
*** Manzitti *** As I wake up in a flooded warehouse, I struggle to remember where I am and why I am here. My whole body aches and I cannot feel Roman at all which can only mean one thing: those chains holding me down must be silver. I have no idea what time it is or how long I have been here. I am soaked to the bone and my face feels like an anvil has been dropped on it, while the silver prevents my werewolf's fast healing ability from kicking in. I had been driving home after spending the evening with Helen. I was elated at how well everything was going between us, and I had already started to formulate a plan for what would happen if Helen and Summer agreed to come and live with me. I admit I was distracted; happiness does that to a werewolf. One moment I was travelling along the mutual border between Onyx River and Silver Shore and then the next it felt like my car had exploded. I hit my head and then woke up here. “I’m awake and ready to talk. Who are you and what do you wan
*** Slayne *** I like my new sister-in-law a lot. She is short but feisty, firm but loving and she is going to make an amazing Luna. The strength of her bond with my brother has left me in awe. I believe she will love him and make him happy and content. I feel my brother and Ivan coming closer to us, but Helen doesn’t realise what the pull is yet. She stands agitated at the windows, peering out, trying to see something that isn’t apparent to the naked eye just yet. But when Ivan’s car comes into view, she runs to the front door which she swings open despite the rain outside. When my brother steps out of the car she runs to him, he catches her and lifts her to his chest as she winds her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck and they never break their kiss. Wow! They kiss like no one is watching as the rain drenches their bodies. Meanwhile, Ivan and I stand a short distance apart from each other. It feels so awkward between us. After looking at my brother and his mate f
*** Melanie *** I cry as I look at the latest test. Pregnant. That is four in a row now. I had finally plucked up the courage to take the test, but I was unbelieving when it came back positive. I tried a different brand; I tried the cheap one and the expensive one and this one is an early response super sensitive one. They all gave the same result. I am pregnant. The tears fall because I realise in this moment how much of a fool I have been. I honestly believed Alan when he told me that Helen had got pregnant on purpose to trap him. He never told me he didn’t want children, he said he didn’t want a child with her, but on hearing that I might be pregnant, he has hurt me, told me to get an abortion and basically said that he never wants children full stop. In those short minutes, I imagined a young, pregnant Helen and how scared she must have felt. How could I have believed him? Unfortunately, I know exactly why: the same reason I forgave him for taking Helen to the ball, for marr
*** Alan *** As I speak to Rose on the phone, I want to smash this hotel room up. Helen knows about the money, about the monthly allowance and about the second lump sum that is due soon. That lump sum was going to get me away from her, her brat and that easy, clingy slag Melanie and settled in Central America where I can have sun, sea, sand and sangria and completely reinvent myself. I have big plans to create a new and exciting life for myself; it is, after all, what I deserve. I had already started to book in for plastic surgery to subtly adjust my appearance so I will not be recognised. Hair plugs, nose job, new teeth, and abdominal and pectoral implants. With the tan I will surely get, the ladies will find me irresistible. I have my fake passport, I have my flights booked and I have accommodation set up in the several stop-offs I was going to make so that I became untraceable. All I needed now was that lump sum to set me up for the next few years with a business and a home and
*** Summer *** Mummy comes into her bedroom smelling like flowers and her hair is wet. “Bubble bath!” I shout to her. “No sweetie, Mummy had a shower, you can have a bubble bath later,” my mummy tells me, and I clap my hands. I love bubble bath. Mummy gets dressed and I get my baba and she holds my hand as we go downstairs. It smells delicious down here. I see the big guy who brought my mummy back for me and I am happy to see him. “Up!” I shout to him as I stretch my hands up in the air as far as they will go. He does loud laughs and picks me up. He only needs one arm to hold me, he must be strong like superman! “Good morning, Sunshine! Would you like some pancakes? Your mummy told me they are your favourite.” I clap hands again. I like this big guy. My mummy is extra smiley when he is about. The other guy made her sad and sometimes cry like a baby. But not this guy, this one is good. We all sit at the table with our pancakes. Mummy drinks coffee, big guy has bacon and I have s
*** Brad *** It was a huge relief that Sal didn’t even question my loyalty, or my family’s. Jose always said she was clever and astute. “Do not take her for a fool, Ale. My little Sal has the noggin of a man, she will rival the best of them. This has nothing to do with her ability and everything to do with the prejudice she will face because she is female.” Those were his words, and as I watched her from afar, I knew he had actually been conservative in his assessment of her abilities. The Mafia is not a lifestyle for the fainthearted. As a third and fourth generation family, both me and Sal have been raised with the customs and expectations. The difference is that my sister was raised to be a wife, mother, and a behind the scenes support network, whereas Sal has been prepped and preened to be those things as well as the female boss. Jose raised her like a Mafia father would raise both his son and daughter, and he and Maria had done a brilliant job. I know civilians would look at