ログインIt was a new low, feeling this pathetic. Eva thought and looked up at Sebastian. “If—,” she began, but her mouth was shut with something warm and soft, her insides melted. She uncurled herself and her hands came to Sebastian’s face, trying to hold him closer. His hands came down to her waist as he kissed her and she felt the hollowness filled with his warmth, his lips pressed harder and her mouth opened to reciprocate, slow, steady and hard, he parted her knees and moved her legs to hook them around his waist as she moved her arms around his neck. She pulled away, coming up for air.“You—” she sputtered in disbelief.“I don’t know what to say to let you know how wrong you are,” he pressed her to the couch and kissed her, her lips moved with the same favor against him as desire uncurled inside her and her heart felt full. Sebastian’s hands came to her cheeks then to her jaw to hold her in place as his tongue pressed inside with intensity, blowing fire in her veins. To tell her the thin
The Blue Moon pack is the most ancient werewolf bloodline. It was their ancestors who first turned into wolves, blessed by the Moon Goddess, as the legends say.For generations, there were Alpha-heads. The first four packs were ruled by the Alpha King born in the Blue Moon pack. The practice of separating the alpha wolf spirit from the host body was developed by them to keep the succession of kings within a single family. Soon, the packs began to separate because of this tradition, but they continued to practice the ritual within their own packs to retain power.The practice was followed for hundreds of years, to the point where only a few Alphas were born in each pack. Even then, it didn’t stop them from continuing it.“It is like being some sort of demented creature—Maya explained it to me once,” Sebastian said when Eva asked how this affected the people. “Maya doesn’t even remember ever shifting. Amon was only two years old when it happened.” When he spoke about Amon, his shoulders
But to figure this out, Eva admitted her lack of knowledge—only she had no idea who to ask or what to ask exactly. Sebastian’s past was lingering like a shadow between them; every time they were in proximity, like a panther hidden in bushes, ready to strike at any moment. Sebastian knew her questions but hesitated, for it was not easy to talk about the past. He couldn’t make eye contact even when he started to mention it.Meanwhile, a Pack Meeting was called. Eva started to walk inside the house; when they all gathered on the porch, it became quite clear that most unofficial meetings took place here. When she went to the living room, Sebastian stopped her.“I want to tell them about us. Would you be alright with it?” he asked, leaning close so the people outside waiting wouldn’t listen, standing out of their view.Eva’s heart trembled at the idea. It became quite clear to her, after talking with Henry and Sebastian, that someone like her was not welcomed by werewolves. What would they
Eva couldn’t say when she had crawled into his lap, her legs wrapped around his waist. She felt so small, in heart and in body, as if she could disappear in his embrace. The lingering effects of the nightmare faded.“Do you want to talk about it?” Sebastian asked.“It’s fine, I don’t remember much,” she said quietly into his shoulder. He leaned in to kiss her forehead. Then, embarrassed by their position, she hastily removed herself from his lap. “Sorry,” she mumbled.He stayed silent as she settled back and met his eyes.“There’s no need to say sorry,” he said softly, watching her in a way that made her feel as though she were under a microscope.“Um, I gave you a lot of grief since yesterday. We went back, and it was all for nothing.”“Your plan worked, but it seems like fate won’t let us go back to how things were,” he said, shifting so he sat right in front of her.She curled her legs in front of her, her knees tucked under her chin, and looked at him.Sebastian’s gray eyes were c
This was a bad idea, Eva knew it. Wouldn’t all of this be counterproductive? But when Sebastian said home, something empty inside of her went yawning, and she wanted what he was offering. A part of her felt conflicted, as if this wasn’t supposed to be this easy. This is not how this works, or she never thought it could work like this. But then how she imagined her life before was already a vague outline by generic goals of life, and now she knows she can’t stay in one place, and she is all but stuck now in the contradictory life between what she knew and what she is, without having any idea of who she is.Werewolf mate for life.I will protect you because you are mine to protect.All of this makes her believe that she belongs by his side, but she fails to feel it. That just makes her curl up more against his side and cry. For her heart and her soul were in conflict; it feels like from the moment she found out about her origins, someone had pulled her out of her skin, and now no matter
“I can’t, Sebastian,” Eva said, tugging her hand away, and this time Sebastian let it go slowly. For a brief moment, a vulnerable look passed through his eyes, but then his gaze turned to steel. He nodded. She opened the door and left.—The wolf growled at the idea of another Alpha coming even into the vicinity of their mate, but Sebastian’s human side was well in control.—Sebastian felt anything but in control after an hour passed.She felt trapped. He told himself to make his instincts see reason. There was unease in the way she moved, the way she looked at him and told him that she wanted to meet her uncle. There was logic in that; that man was part of her life far more than Sebastian had been. It was only fair that the question arose, and no matter how ill-advised it seemed, she went to him. But he still couldn’t put his finger on why he felt so terribly off-put by the idea.He wanted something from Eva, who was human and therefore vulnerable, but also from a werewolf bloodlin







