Two hours ago, amid the hustle and bustle of the busy harbor, there was one space that seemed unaffected by the commotion.Ethan sat in his car, stretching his legs onto the dashboard, his body almost reclining. He closed his eyes, sighing heavily. The atmosphere inside the car felt quite suffocating, especially for the driver who was always on alert beside him.Every now and then, Ethan glanced at his watch and stared intently out the window. The view presented an open sea with ships docking and perhaps even further out into the middle of the ocean. His chest churned with impatience, and his anger threatened to spill out.The warriors he had sent to the island where Narsha was hiding should have already reported back, considering that the internet connection had been restored. But until now, none of them could be contacted."What's taking them so long? Damn it."He refused to assume that his warriors had encountered problems on the island. That didn't make sense, he thought. They onl
“Did you just... ‘ew’ me?”Narsha sipped dry air through her gritted teeth. Her expression was a mixture of disgust and guilt. “Yeah, my bad. I was too honest, wasn't I? But how could I not?”Injecting pheromones into another wolf's body to cover up their original scent meant they had to do something intimate.The simplest way was to bite the back of the neck, injecting the pheromones through the fangs into the bite wound. That way, if they followed that scenario, Narsha's scent would be covered by Dexter's.But that was the problem.An Alpha bite was a sign of ownership. It wasn't just about hiding her real scent, but also about submitting herself to Dexter. That thing is usually only done by a mated pair, or at least, a couple. Narsha couldn't possibly do that with Dexter. Just imagining it made her stomach churn.Narsha shook her head, still pushing Dexter away from her waist. “No. We're not going to do that."“But it's a strategy.”“Who are you trying to fool?” Narsha narrowed her
“Ah, right.” Dexter came back to his senses. Looking into Narsha's eyes suddenly felt heavy, as if something was stuck in his chest, almost making him unable to breathe.He cleared his throat, composed himself, then spoke. “This is about Cherish. She—”“Stop.” Narsha cut him.Her gaze was sharp, a boldness that seemed foolish considering her opponent was an Alpha. And yet, she didn't soften her gaze even a little. “With all due respect, Alpha, don't talk about my daughter so casually as if you know her well.”It was a clear warning. There was a real threat in every word that came out of her mouth. He took a deep breath through the narrow slit of his mouth, then replied.“You won't listen first?”“She is my daughter. I will listen to anything from her, not from you.” Narsha hissed, her voice as cold as ice, matching her current gaze.She continued. “I feel very uncomfortable with the attitude you have shown towards my daughters over the past few days.”Dexter raised his eyebrows. “My a
Narsha gazed at the island that had been her and her daughters' most comfortable home for the past year, growing smaller as the sound of ship horns echoed in the air. The coconut trees, which usually stood like giants, now appeared no larger than toothpicks. The sound of the waves accompanying her departure seemed calm, as if mocking her turbulent heart.She and her daughters, who had arrived on the island with only two backpacks, were now leaving with two large suitcases. When it came to shameless people, she was one of them.The moment she stepped onto the ship, she knew there was no turning back.Although Bertha had told her to return to the island if life didn't treat her well, she didn't have the nerve to do so. Since Ethan's men's arrival and then Dexter's, she had almost put everyone on the island in danger.She couldn't do that to the place that had embraced her so warmly, could she?Dexter stood at the bow, occasionally glancing at Narsha and her daughters, who continued to s
Narsha drew a faint smile, watching the sky return its blue hue from behind the gray clouds. In the distance, near the coastline where rows of boats were neatly anchored, no longer rocked by large waves, she watched people begin their celebrations.Those people were probably fishermen, longing to return to the sea with their boats to make a living. The storm had trapped them all on the small island for days—Dexter and his warriors, the hotel guests, and the islanders—with no way to communicate with the outside world.Food supplies were running low, and there were many mouths to feed. Not to mention the uncertain electricity supply, which could be cut off at any moment if the storm disrupted the cables.Their prayers were finally answered after almost two weeks.However, with the weather gradually clearing up, a heavy realization dawned on her. Dexter had come for her. He had made his intentions very clear from the beginning, which continued to weigh heavily on her, even though he had
Just mentioning the words “fated mate” was enough to trigger a new wave of irritation in Dexter after so long. He radiated his raw Alpha aura, shaking the air in the room.“Hey, how many times do I have to say it? There's no such thing as a fated mate.” Dexter spat out the words as if they were poison.“It's just a fairy tale, a weakness woven into our legends to make us complacent, weak, and dependent.”He was an Alpha with pure, supreme Alpha blood. He didn't depend on anyone, on anything, let alone a fated mate to complete him.“Everything I have and will ever have is thanks to my strength, my will, not some mystical, fragile bond with a woman. I'm a fucking Alpha, damn it.”“But,” Enrique pressed on, knowing full well he was risking his life. "The signs are clear. Do you think it makes more sense to accuse Miss Narsha of being a witch than your fated mate?“”Signs, my ass.“ Dexter scoffed. ”There are no signs, Enrique. And even if, by some strange joke of the universe, such a thin