Mag-log in“Yes, it is really gorgeous.” I responded, doing nothing to wipe the smile off my face because I knew that it was going to come back anyway. Octavia smiled as she kept her gaze on the setting sun. And while the view was really beautiful, I had no business with the view, she was the one who made it
AIDAN NIGHTINGALE. Settling into the place took longer than I initially thought it was going to, but I enjoyed every moment of hauling the bags and unloading it, and there was also something about the way Octavia stared at me that made me feel as though I was really doing something right. Smiling,
“So?” The sound of Aidan’s voice made me realize that I hadn’t said anything yet, and I wanted to, but I had no idea what to say, the view of the building itself had knocked the breath out of me. I couldn’t even begin to imagine how the view from the house itself would be; my goodness, it would be
OCTAVIA ADLER. The ride in the car went on for a while too long, and by the time the car finally came to a halt, I was yawning. Aidan was still holding my hand as if I was scared or something, but I didn’t mind. He squeezed my hand softly as he helped me out of the car, and after taking about thre
That bastard. “You should relax now, we have about forty-five minutes left until we land, and I want you to use that to get enough rest in.” He said as he started getting up. My lips parted. “I don’t need to—” “I’ll see you soon.” My mouth closed just as quickly as they’d open, and I couldn’t fin
OCTAVIA ADLER. The butterflies in my stomach knew no bounds as Aidan pulled me closer to him, and I breathed him in, reminding myself time and time again that I wasn’t alone in this. I didn’t need to, but I kept reminding myself that Aidan wasn’t the kind of man that would be a deadbeat, and once
OCTAVIA ADLER. I felt him before I saw him. The moment the door opened, his presence had already entered the room like a very strong force, an aura that not a single werewolf could contend with. Normally, at a time like this, I’d feel my wolf but I couldn’t feel her. It was almost as though she wa
Sighing, my eyes were too tired to stay awake as I yawned until I lost count. My tired eyes still glued to Octavia and unable to help it, I placed my head on the bed right beside her. My hand found hers and I held it, feeling her pulse as my eyes fluttered close. I hadn’t meant to fall asleep. I di
AIDAN NIGHTINGALE. My vision turned white, I could barely see anything in front of me as I struggled with my wolf that was still insistent on marking Octavia. I felt like I was losing the fight, like I was going crazy. My legs shook, my knees had never gone weak in all my years of living but it we
My fingers that were always so sure in battle, always so ready to tear an opponent apart to shreds felt completely useless now. They shook like a coward’s. Like a liar’s. Like someone unworthy of touching her. Every wound was a confession etched in her flesh — my failure written in bold red and dee







