KIENAWhat in the name of the moon goddess is that? I have seen wolves before, Alpha wolves as well, and while they might all have deathly fangs that can make you piss your pants in fright, this is different.There's something less animally about the fangs in the Zedane's mouth. They look more refined. More like they are meant for poking holes than shredding skin.The fear that slams into me this time is pure and undiluted, pushing my arousal down a drain I didn't even know existed until this moment.He notices the terror on my face, and I swear his smile broadens. “Don't fight me, little poison. It turns me on. And you don't want to see what happens when I am turned on by fear.”There's a hint of psychopathy in the way he utters those words. His red gaze travels over the skin on my neck.“Do you want me to bite? I know you taste good. I tasted you already.” He swipes his tongue over his bottom lip and releases a sound that could be considered a moan if it didn't vibrate through the w
KIENANothing says terror like the look on Zedanes's face as I stand in the doorway of his room. For once, I regret not listening to someone's advice.His eyes are a dark shade of red, veins pulsing from the hands he has clenched so tightly I fear they might snap. He inches one slow inch after another in my direction, and I retreat.“What are you doing, Zedane? Knock it out.” I admonish. “You're hurting the pack, and that's not how an Alpha should treat the wolves under his command.”A low growl emanates from his chest, vibrating through the air and causing fear to grip me like a vise around the throat.“My venom.” His lips part in a smile that sends chills racing along my spine.“Excuse me? What venom? Were you poisoned?”He shakes his head, as though he's trying to clear it, and he takes a step backward; face devoid of the lunacy I met when I first walked in.Tentatively, I walk in his direction, offering him support because despite my feelings towards the man, I know for a fact tha
ZEDANEEverything is wrong. Taste, smell, sight; all of it. A haze of madness cloaks my mind, pushing every last ounce of sanity out of my grasp. I shake my head in an attempt to clear the fog that’s sitting over my thoughts and everything else.The plate in front of me is swiped off the table with a violent growl that shakes the roof of the manor, sending terror through every nook and cranny. I hate losing control. It takes me back to a time where all I knew was vulnerability.My breaths come out in short pants, anger and helplessness struggling for dominance inside me. I can’t succumb to the feeling that is struggling to drag me under and spit me out only after it has had its way with me.“Are you okay, Alpha?” A voice I can vaguely register asks from somewhere around me, but I can’t force a response out for their sake – or mine.The winds howl in protest as I battle against the pull of insanity. The draw of lust on me is becoming more powerful with each breath I take and I let out
KIENAIt's been a whole month, one entire month since I got back to the pack, and that douchebag Alpha wolf, who should also be my mate, has been treating me to the coldest set of shoulders I've ever seen.He barely speaks to me, matter of fact, we barely even cross parts. But like the idiot that I am, I run outside hoping to catch a glimpse of him after I heard his enraged howl, but once again I'm met with cold eyes, curt words and an all round disinterest in anything that concerns me.I step out of the shower feeling even worse than I had when I stepped in. I don't even understand why my wolf is intent of not speaking to me, yet overpowering me with her excessive emotions. Like the very unnecessary guilt I'm feeling right now, even though he has made it clear that he was only concerned for his pack and not me.My head snaps in the direction of the door as a knock rings out. "Who's there?""Lina." The tiny voice on the other side of the door calls back.I sigh as I walk over and pull
ZEDANEIt's been a whole month since I found Kiena lying half-dead beneath the bushes that were cut into a makeshift tent for her. Whoever it was that took her wanted me to find her, and probably dead too.I can still taste the dangerous flavor of fear that had cloaked me after I found her in that position. It was something I had succeeded in preventing for well over a decade, almost two, but in a single moment, a woman was able to bring it right back."Are you even here?" Lunil asks along the bond we share with the pack.My eyes snap in the direction that his mental voice came from and our eyes lock on each other. I nod once to let him know that all is well and then pick up the pace, but he isn't far behind."You don't look like all is well with you. You've let the same rabbit run past you twice without so much as blinking in its direction, and that's very unlike you. You're an exceptionally skilled hunter, something has to be wrong if you're missing game like that."I cut him a glar
KIENAMy eyes feel heavy but I force them open, feeling the pressure in my head intensify as my body begins to stir awake. The endless dabble between consciousness and unconsciousness has left me feeling drained and weary.My mind vaguely registers the fact that Zedane is still sitting beside my bed. I wonder how long he has been in that position. He thrusts a glass of water in my direction. "Here. Have a drink."I close my eyes shut again. I can't stand the cold intensity of his gaze right now. I'm already in enough pain as it is, and the fact that I cannot even remember anything that happened after I was plucked up in front of the gates makes it all that worse."This isn't the time to play childish games, Kiena. Have something to drink, we need to have a talk." Just like his eyes, his voice is also steel hard and devoid of emotions, except maybe anger.I try to get into a sitting position after I manage to pry my eyes open, but a groan works its way through me an I slink back down,