AryaIt feels like my life is moving forward without me even playing a part in it. I don’t know when my morning starts and where I’ll end up next. These last two months have been a rush; I suppose it’s normal since I’m an art student now.When I came back from France, I immediately enrolled into a prestigious art school in New York and have been kept busy ever since. Raven, the guy I met while in Paris, has become a close friend as well. Friend, though; nothing more.He took me out on a date once, and we had a moment where he leaned in and tried to kiss me, but I just couldn’t go through with it. It felt wrong doing anything passionate with him when I’m still mated to Dimitri…it felt like I was cheating. “Anything?” Raven pops his head in to ask me as we stand in the makeshift art studio of our new shared apartment. I have an important exhibition in a month’s time, but I’ve had zero inspiration for anything. The stress is causing my muse to run and hide, and I have no idea how to ge
DimitriWhen I heard the voice at first, the smell of turpentine and a mixture of tempera and oil paint mediums confused me. These things entirely disguised her scent, and it bothered me more than I actually thought it would. I wanted to be engulfed in her sweet, spicy scent, but that would have to do for now. Besides, it was a drop in the ocean to what came next.She wanted to meet with me again, and she still loved me.Wait…she admitted that she loved me. I don’t think we ever said that to one another, and yet she admitted it to me last night. I’m not imagining things wrong, am I? No, I’m sure she said that she still loved me.I’ll make her say it again tonight, but there’s something else I need to do for now.“Well, this is a surprise,” Caterina says when she arrives downstairs. She makes her way over to me and kisses my cheek in greeting. “What brings you here, Dimitri?”We both sit down on the sofa, and I turn my body towards her. There’s no one else I can speak to about this, an
AryaBeing here with Dimitri after being separated for so long can only be described as heavenly. He delved into what caused him to give me these scars on my face, and honestly, I don’t even remember going to his penthouse or meeting the person who put that spell on me. Then again, I met so many people being a beautiful Mafia princess, so who knows. The fact that I went there to kill him bothers me immensely - like I can be bewitched without a moment’s notice.“Mitya,” I start after he explains everything, positioning myself on top of him as he sits and he wraps his arms around me. “Can I still be bewitched? Can someone still put a spell on me or whatever?”He breathes out a sigh, tucking my hair behind my ear. “Yes, but I’ll have to get a tungsten necklace or ring made for you; the metal repels any and all witchcraft.”“Can it be a ring?” I ask coyly, my heart beating wildly at the smile on his face right now.“Is that a yes to my question from months ago?” he says, raising his eyebr
Arya I don’t know what the female version of freeballing is, but I’m doing that right now on this motorcycle since Dimitri ripped off my thong. It feels like a literal vibrator against my already throbbing clit, and I’m scared that I might just fall into another wave of ecstasy. All too soon, he pulls up outside of my apartment building, and I get off, my legs wobbly from this evening’s events. But before I head up, I pull out my cell phone and text Raven to let him know that I’m outside the building, so he better be decent. “By the way, next week, my brother and four other Alphas will be hosting a ball, and I would like you to join me as my mate,” Dimitri says as he gets off the motorcycle and sits down before pulling me in between his legs. “Like, a real ball?” I ask with wide, excited eyes, and he nods. “I would be honoured to join you, Mitya,” I say, feeling absolutely giddy! A real ball, with fancy dresses and everything! Wait, but if his brothers are hosting it, there will
DimitriI watch Arya walk away from me and silently follow her up to her apartment. No matter what Kai said, I know she’s in danger; so I will barge in at the first sign of trouble. Kai mentioned that he was just leaving Brooklyn after a meeting with the new Italian mafia family overseeing the place, so he would be here shortly. This fucking sucks big time, though. I should be in there with her, not out here like a sitting duck waiting for trouble.A few minutes pass before Kai tells me that he’s outside, so I guide him up to Arya’s condo. I can tell he’s highly pissed off when he walks toward me with a cell phone to his ear; even his irises are blood red.“What would you like us to do with him? Are you sure? Okay, then I will await your arrival.” He finishes off the call, which I am guessing is with Bastien, then turns to me.“Is he in there right now?” He asks, cocking his head towards the condo, and I nod.“She’s in there as well; I told her to remain-” the rest of my sentence get
AryaIt feels like my head is being held underwater, and yet I am breathing. I can hear voices above me, but I can’t understand what is being said… The last thing I remember is seeing Dimitri’s mournful eyes looking down at me.How long have I been lying on this cold floor? It feels like I’ve been asleep while hearing these voices above me for a long time.“Arya…” I hear my name being called somewhere in the distance and sit up way too quickly. My head is pounding, and I can’t see anything in front of me; however, I’ve been spelunking before and know exactly where I am.My eyes adjust to the darkness, and I take in my surroundings in the cave. I can hear the faint sound of water trickling somewhere as well, but the sound of my breathing echoes around the cave. Where the hell am I, and how did I get here?I can see ancient markings on the walls, drawings of fearsome beasts, men with sharp spears, and words written in an ancient script. “Xamnir,” I read the only word in English and run
Dimitri It’s a full moon in two days, and Arya has just woken up after being in transition for five days. During her slumber, everyone took turns keeping her company while I was out. Nova was incredibly overprotective of her, something that I loved and yet became extremely annoyed by. Nikolai and I agreed that Nova would be the best person to train Arya when it came to shifting since Nova’s wolf is newly acquired as well. I had forgotten the feelings of my first shift, so my advice wouldn’t match up to what Arya would feel. Now, as I watch her finishing off her sandwich, I can feel nothing but anxiety coming from her. “Hey, are you okay?” I ask, placing my hand over hers, which seems to be trembling. “What’s wrong?” She peers up at me and gives me a tight smile. “I haven’t seen everyone since the attack at the cabin. I remember being confused, and I think I said something hurtful, so I don’t know how to face them. Do they hate me?” She says, then places both her hands on her lap a
AryaMy heart is full and bursting right now: everyone has accepted me as part of the pack! I must admit that it’s still odd to think of myself as a werewolf or shifter of any kind. I, a once arrogant and proud Mafia princess, accepted into a great family such as this.I must be dreaming.Not only that, but Caterina removed the scars from my face! I nearly passed out from the shock when I saw my reflection! She didn’t even need to do it, since I’ve come to terms with my scars, but seeing my old face made me realise how much I have missed it!Call me vain, but I missed my own beauty. But this time around, I know that I will not be as arrogant as I used to be since every woman standing next to me is exceptionally beautiful. Although right now, I am feeling extremely self-conscious standing naked in front of them as they try to give me advice.“Okay, Arya, I want you to close your eyes and look at your wolf; make eye contact and do not blink. She will know what to do from there,”“Oh, d