LOGINTRIVIA's POV.
“princess?” I asked aloud, and then it dawned on me that they might have been mistaken.. I glanced slowly around, but nothing struck my familiarity. Before getting a chance to talk, a pair of strange domineering yet drop--dead gorgeous green orbs bore into mine.
I remained stiff in bed, strangely attracted to the pair of green eyes that drew closer to me. . I said nothing, and neither did he bother to say a thing.. I felt his eyes scan my body. Head to toe while I melted beneath his gaze.
"Finally,"Finally, you are awake, my love.” He blurted out, and a frown was quick to etch to my lips.. I parted my lips as if to make complaints but I ended up smiling meekly for no reason at all.
“Mate!” Fionna helped blurt put through my lips, fighting hard to take control.. I tried locking her off the mind link to no avail, my always gloomy and weak wolf suddenly became energetic
“He's ours! Mine! Mine! Mate!” She rang through my ears,yet those words repeatedly eased off my lips.
“I know we are bound to be together.. We belong together, now and forever the only Irish--looking handsome level of GreekGreek god added to me.
He trailed his hand and drove my hair slowly. Itucked the fallen strand behind my ears and slowly towards my face. I froze in place while his hands grazed across my lips.
I was no princess. I knew something was definitely odd; the way he looked at me, I could see it in his face. I looked like the most priceless treasure he had.
“Get away from me, you fucking freak,” I snapped as soon as I averted my gaze, off from whatever trance it was that I had been in.
“I don't know you! Don't touch me,” I snapped while he pulled away from me.
“You really must have hit your head hard. You don't remember who I am?” He asked, like that was meant to ring a bell.
“Who the fuck are you? And why are you looking at me with those enchanting, loving, green eyes? I asked again. I swallowed hard and ran my hands into my hair from frustration. What was he doing to me?
The door pushed open right on cue again as two figures made their way hastily into the room. ! My heart skipped beats at the sudden recognition of the faces before me.
“Mom? Dad?” I called out, but then it wasn't possible; they were dead. Seven years ago.
“ trivia.. You made us worried! We told you to stop wandering those fields alone! You could have died!" ! My mother yelled and pressed her body onto mine as streaks of tears fell off her cheeks.
It wasn't a dream; it seemed vivid at first, but then her warm tears fell against my skin. And I knew immediately no dream could be that real.
“A minute” I yelled, jumped off the bed, rushing towards the bathroom, pushed open the door, and there I was, staring at my reflection in the mirror. I looked the fucking same. I pulled off the top to the side as the memory eased into my head.
I was shot by an arrow. I remember.
But to my surprise, there was no sign of any injury. I had my cheeks pulled as it was as real as anything else. Something was off.
I didn't travel back In time, I looked the same age and around the same body; nothing had changed; things looked pretty modern as well. The arrow did not cause any injuries. My parents, who died in a car accident, were out there, and there was an oddly-looking hot man calling me his love. What was I missing?.
“Babe! Are you okay? Should I come in? Is anything wrong?” He asked again, and my heart hammered against my chest. Had he just called me babe?.
I have not seen that man all through my life. How on earth was it fucking possible?
The door flung open right on cue, and the same annoyingly hot guy stormed into the bathroom.
"Uh, excuse me, manners?! I could have been naked for all I know,” I asked, yelling at the top of my voice. A smirk eased up to his lips, and I saw him zone out for a bit. The look in his eyes spoke volumes of the dirtiest thoughts.
“There is not an inch I have not seen, but honestly, you are scaring me trivia; what's the deal? " he asked, totally oblivious to the situation at hand. I peered my head slightly behind as it seemed to be the same case with that of my parents, who were breathing fine and seemed to be anything but dead.
“Trivia. At least. That's a good sign. I'm the same person.” I added in, trying hard to wrap my head around all that had happened.
“Babe? What's wrong?” He asked again; fuck, even his voice was hot. deep and sultry, hearing his voice worked up a nerve in me. I felt a heat rush between my thighs.
“Easy..love..come here.. I'll help calm your nerves.” He added, pulling closer to me with his arms wide, I launched past him and stormed out of the bathroom towards my parents, who both stared at me like nothing other than an insane person.
“Who are you?” I asked, my fingers pointed at Mr. Sexy, and then I turned my gaze suspiciously towards the two figures who were supposedly meant to be my parents. ``you both.. Who are you? My parents died seven years ago. What's going on?” I added worry and panic evident in my tone.
“I am Zed, your mate, your best friend. They are your parents; you went off hiking just as usual; a storm hit; you fell off; a head hit; and luckily, you are alive. But you don't seem to remember much, do you?” He asked, and I shook my head.
None of it rang a bell; something entirely different had happened.
“You are Trivia, the daughter of Alpha Clark and Luna Tessa. In a week, your twenty-fourth birthday is coming up. You were born on May sixth. Does it ring a bell?” He added in again, and that had struck a nerve!I ran with my hand into my hair again.
In my world, I was clocking twenty-four, but then I was born on July fourteenth.”
“Oh shit!” I muttered, and as it dawned on me, I had been given a second chance at life. I remained the daughter of the alphas, the same wolf and person, but it wasn't me. This life.. It belonged to another; it was in a fucking alternate universe. I had been granted a chance to take revenge on Erebus. And this time I had a fucking hot mate.
ISABELLA'S POV.Antonio was in fucking danger; it was because of me.I was a fool. What was I expecting? He was Luca Ricci, mafia don of all the underworld. How was I inane enough to think I could keep my affair with Antonino a secret from him, basically fucking right under his nose?I didn't hesitate or think twice; I knew that look in a man's eyes; it was envy, rage, and possessiveness, and Lucas eyes it was worse.I didn't have the time to question his reasons; I didn't have a reason to. I was his wife, willing or not, and I knew what it meant sleeping with the wife of a mafia mob.In fact, I was certain now that indeed Antonino and Luca had shared a bond than I beleived, if not, he would be fucking six feets beneath the earth by now.“Antonio, where is he?” I asked the guard holding a cigarette to his lips; he was quick to stomp on it. Flicking it off, fear weary in his eyes. “He is… right by the third room on the right,” the guard responded. He looked huge. Bulky just like thu
ISABELLA'S POV.He Bloody Cut Me.Yes, I wanted more. My legs parted on his command. A low growl erupting behind his words. My insides churned, I felt my cunt clench and unclench hearing those words.I dragged in sharper breaths, feeling the tip of the letter opener trail over my laps; his eyes flickered, and all I saw in them was pure rage and lust.“You drive me insane, Isabella; you make me want to bash your fucking skull against the wall and ride out your senses till your limbs go numb.” Luca grunted. This time I wasn't able to comprehend if it was his anger speaking or the lust clouding of his judgments.Yet a part of me hardly gave a single damn; I wanted this. It…him..fuck…I had sucked that cock, and my cunt wept for it, and now the glare passed in my direction, the narrowed gaze the way his Adam's apple bobbed as he trailed his eyes to the probably pooled spot on my panties.“Nasty freak you are…my little wife.” He murmured the warmth of his breath fanned against my skin,
LUCAS POV.A perfect coincidence. Wasn't it?The wanker who had challenged my authority as don twelve years ago when I had first become one happened to stand by my wife, kissing her on the head.Didn't he learn? I believed I had put him in his place twelve years ago, but I guessed he just couldn't pass off a chance to irritate me, only that it did more than irritate me; it made me want to bash his skull constantly with a hammer until there was nothing left but scrambles of brains and then broken skulls and oozing blood.I once enjoyed it, and now doing it twice didn't sound so bad.My eyes darted to Isabella's, who averted her gaze from mine almost immediately; she was scared...she knew she pissed me off. Crossed the fucking line this time... good.“Having fun?” I asked, corking up my eyebrow in his direction; he groaned with an eyeroll, pulling away from Isabella slowly, but still not enough space to my satisfaction.“I see you take my wife's silliness for interest. She's trying to r
ISABELLA'S POV.The underground mafia gathering is nothing short of a show off. The venue, a grand mansion with sprawling gardens and a dimly lit ballroom, illed with the most dangerous and influential figures in the mafia world.Just as soon as we both alighted from the car, I felt every pair of eyes latch onto my skin, but good. They wanted a show; I'd gladly give them one.“Remember... Don't make a fool of yourself, baby,” Luca mocked. Dropping a kiss against my earlobe, biting Sharply on it.I had drawn a loud hiss, gritting my teeth at his bold actions; my eyes shot to his defiant blue ones; he was enjoying this. I nodded. A smirk straddling my lips as we both pushed forwards, he could gloat all he wanted now; I was dying to see just how he'd react when I'm done with him tonight.A few steps into the hall, several feet approached Luca, each one bowing slowly to pay their respects to the don.“Isabella, love, I'm afraid I have to leave you by yourself for a minute. Do you think yo
ANTONIO'S POV.Whatever was going on between them sparked more intensity; I just stood there watching as they left. It made me filled with unease; I wanted something better. Darker.I couldn't spiral out of control, not now...not yet. I reminded myself Lucas saved my damned life. When Isabella's father had sent men to me, his men were around… and somehow in that unfortunate moment, Luca himself had saved me.Pierced their fucking brains, one after the other with a bullet, and then he spoke to me, telling me I could go.We were young back then, sixteen? Seventeen? I couldn't quite put a finger on it. Yet amidst all that, I knew how hard things could have been without him.Only when I didn't leave, I saw a broken boy, a boy without a soul…He was lost and needed all the companions he could get.I had watched as he killed those men, not a single fear. Hesitation or remorse on his face and then I pledge my loyalty to him, there and then.It screwed me over mentally finding out more about h
ISABELLA'S POV.I didn't just kneel there like everyone, or anyone, would have expected. I stormed, bolting level of fast,I stormed into the bathroom, plunged my fingers down my throat to puke every last bit of cum and then breakfast I had on the plane right out of my lungs, then I scrubbed every inch of my skin ruthlessly, seething as I did, staring at my darned reflection in the mirror.How could I have fallen? Lost myself to the idiocy of whatever silly games we were playing? All I wanted to do was listen and then bite on his cock...make him writhe in pain.But I didn't.I foolishly... Like the whore he called me, I put his cock to a state of euphoria, and did I hate him? Yes… did I still hate him? Yes... worse, I hated him with burning fury in ways that I never had before.Yet, it was wrong, but so right. I didn't stop because I wanted to suck that big cock of his; one look at his throbbing dick and I lost it, spiraling out of control.And seeing the beads of precum shining on t







