VICTORDea.Her name rang in my head like a symphony on repeat. I almost wished I had a tongue so I could roll the beautiful name off it and hear the way it sounded in my gruff, accentuated voice. She was human that was why she couldn't feel the electricity that passed between us. Even if she had felt it, her mind probably didn't linger too long on the sensation. She didn't know. She couldn't know. I was out running errands when I caught a whiff of her cherry blossom scent. It carried on the wind, enticing me to follow her. The beast beneath my skin bristled impatiently as I tracked her through the throngs of people, aching to set my eyes on her. I couldn't believe it. Even after finally seeing her, the disbelief of it all still plagued my mind. I thought I was slowly going insane, that I wasn't on the brink of insanity anymore but I had fallen over and had lost all my senses. But no, there she was. My mate. Dea was gorgeous. She hadn't noticed me at first as she dug into her hand
DEAI wondered how many people found themselves awake at night, simply glaring up at the ceiling while they contemplated their life. My thoughts made it impossible to sleep, or maybe that was the cup of coffee I drank before bed. No, it was probably both as well as Jason's snoring.He sounded like a hippocampus giving birth. How was anybody meant to get sleep with that sound incessantly booming in their ears? I shuffled beneath the sheets until I was on my side, facing him. Jason Yates was good-looking, I suppose. He had the average male height and build going for him with soft features. His reddish-brown hair had streaks of silver through it and crow's feet lined his eyes. He was starting to wear his age even at the young age of thirty. There was a fresh coat of stubble on his jaw and cheeks—which weren't that well defined since he had a tiny double chin and his lips were two thin, pale lines on his face. It never mattered to me how he looked, though. It was always the way he thoug
VICTORI was convinced I had the shittiest fate. There was no wolf out there who was dealt a shittier hand than me. As if finding out my mate was a human wasn't bad enough, she was both a scientist and had a boyfriend. She was in a relationship with someone I assumed she loved, or she wouldn't have been with him. I had been through this once and wasn't about to go through it again. The last time, it was my fault. Sydney, the Alpha of Alphas, had her fated mate but I still chose to pursue her. That ended badly for me. I rubbed the phantom ache which emitted from the four, blazing red claw wounds going across my chest. It was during the first attack from Quade's—Sydney's mate—pack that I earned these. That was the night I had to give Sydney up. But she ended up with the person she belonged with. Whereas, I ended up alone and taking over one of the largest 'packs' in the world. There were so many rogues across the world and I was an Alpha to them all. It meant that my pack expanded all
DEA"You know, maybe if you tell me what's bothering you, it will stop bothering you," Erica mused as she stirred yet another sachet of sugar into her coffee—she was probably on the fifth packet, I lost count after the third. We were in my favorite coffee shop for lunch since it was a rare day when we both weren't completely swamped with work. I sipped on my pumpkin spice ice latte and sighed in relief. Truly, ice coffee was the essence of life, and of this, I was a hundred percent certain—I was a scientist with a doctorate, after all, I knew my shit. That made me sound like a conceited peacock flaunting my shit. I grimaced at the thought and placed my ice latte on the table, "Something happened last night and it's been bothering me ever since.""Okay, that much I've established. You walked into work with a sour face and it's gotten worse," Erica deadpanned with a tight-lipped smile when I cut her a glare, "you wear your emotions on your face, Dea. It's difficult not to notice when
VICTOR"You've got her coffee delivered to her at work for the last three days," Saint said as she watched me get ready. I shrugged on a black button-down, leaving the top few buttons open and rolling the sleeves up to my elbows. Using the mind link, I answered, "I did.""You don't think you're coming onto her too strongly?" She leaned her weight against the doorframe of my bedroom with a cocked brow. I leveled her with a glare as I reminded her, "Weren't you the one who said I needed to claim my mate? That's exactly what I'm doing.""I said claim her, big man, not give her an ultimatum and then show her what we are because you can't exactly tell her. I know ripping the band-aid off sounds like a good idea but it really isn't.""I don't have a choice," I heaved a sigh as I felt Saint's conflicting emotions through the link. The bad part of constantly communicating through the mind link was that I felt every emotion the person felt. It was why I opted to let Saint verbally communicat
DEAHe was silent. A brooding stranger basking in the darkness as if it were an old friend. The logical part of me wanted to run away screaming and another part of me that I never knew existed wanted to learn more about him. He looked deadly but his touch was a gentle caress. Not only was it a caress, but it also elicited an unusual sensation whenever his flesh made contact with mine. It was something I had never felt before with anyone else. I wanted to pretend as if I hadn't seen the way his eyes swirled from pretty blue to inky black and then flashed back in a blink of an eye, but I couldn't. My mind searched for a logical reason for the way his irises changed the way they had but I could derive none. I had to know what or who this man was. Curiosity chipped away at my resolve and I needed to sate it—I could only do so by asking questions and obtaining answers. So, against my better judgment, I squared my shoulders and raised my chin in the air as I reiterated my question, "What a
VICTORHaving her hand in mine was a euphoria I never thought I would receive so soon. I took full advantage of it and enjoyed the softness of her skin beneath my thumb as I longingly stroked small circles at the back of her hand. She felt the sparks, felt every pull of the bond I initiated and felt the comfort and solace I blanketed her with to sit calmly in the seat beside me. I took the dirt road we had made to the sanctuary, driving slowly and steadily so I wouldn't alarm her. The deeper we retreated into the darkness of the forest, the more anxious she became, and the more I sent soothing energy down the bond like a balm over a gaping wound. Only, I wondered how long I could ease her like this. When she found out everything and the truth as she knew it fractured and broke before her very eyes, would I be able to keep her as calm as I was right now?I had to focus on my main goal and the strategy I had in mind. In order for it to work, everything had to go to shit before I could
DEAI peeled my crusted eyelids open with some effort, finding myself tucked in bed. Confusion riddled my thoughts as I couldn't remember bringing myself into my bedroom or changing into the fleece pajamas I found myself in when I threw my blanket off my body. I did, however, remember the weird dream I had about the silent man I was meant to meet last night. By the looks of it, I had opted not to meet him. In the dream, he had taken me to a remote location in the middle of a dense forest where he had stripped down from his clothes and morphed into a beast straight out of someone's nightmares—my nightmares. It was weird enough that this man I barely knew infiltrated my dreams, but to see and hear his bones break within a blink of an eye and then remold into something massive and furry, a gigantic wolf that could use my head as a chew toy, was disconcerting. It fractured my understanding of logic. It shattered the stained glass of sense which was the axis of my world, sending a blindi