LOGIN“I hate you.” His growl reverberates against my throat at my words. His mouth drags slowly along my skin, deliberate. Punishing. Claiming. My pulse betrays me. I want him to kiss me. Goddess— I need him to kiss me. I need him to do more than kiss me. But he doesn't. How he loves to toture me. He pulls back just enough to breathe against my lips. It takes every ounce of self control for me not to reach out and haul his face back unto my skin. It takes every ounce of self control for me not to start spouting out all the nasty things I need him to do to me. “Again,” he breathes against my lips. “Tell me how much you hate me.” “I hate you,” I rush out. “I hate you so fucking much.” “I hate you so much that sometimes I can't think of anything else.” A dark sound leaves him. I fall in love with that sound. Immediately And then he’s kissing me. Like hatred and hunger are the same thing. And this time, he isn't stopping. ***** In the Eastern pack, power is currency. And Mia just became The New Alpha's favorite investment.
View MoreCOLE'S POV I glance over my shoulder to find Sandy seated by the side of the room. I could tell her gaze had been trained on me the entire time. She doesn’t say a word though. She’d already done enough of that before we arrived. She had made her position on my idea very clear. She didn’t like that I was meeting with my uncle. She didn’t like that I was so intent on finding a way around Mia doing the trials when Mia would probably see it as me undermining her ability to survive them. She didn’t like that I was trying to find a way to pull Mia out of the pack house and out of her deal when, again, Mia seemed to have accepted it. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust Mia couldn’t handle herself. It was just that I knew very well the kind of minds that populated the council. They weren’t above brutality when they believed their cause was righteous. And honestly, I didn’t care what Sandy did or didn’t like. Unfortunately, Sandy had never been one to stay quiet about her opinions. Especia
COLE'S POV The message should have been delivered three days ago. And it probably had. Yet I only received a reply this morning. The intent behind my uncle's delayed response was clear: he had the upper hand, and he wasn't above flaunting it. I would have preferred a more direct approach to his peacocking though. It might have saved us both some time. Unfortunately, my uncle had never been known for efficiency when intimidation was an option. So instead of having this meeting three days ago, I was standing in the middle of a poorly decorated office with even worse ventilation. Again. Though, to be fair, the temperature in the room wasn't entirely the ventilation's fault. My nerves were making a significant contribution to the sweat gathering at my brow. Was there any way to casually approach a reunion-slash-business meeting with the last known member of your family after years of being treated like you didn't exist? Probably not. I thought back to all the times we'd occupi
MICHAELA'S POV Mason just stares at Damon for a moment. Speechless. The sight is so strange I almost don't recognize it. Mason is never still. Ever. Yet somehow he's standing there looking completely frozen. "Damon?" he repeats. "You're getting repetitive." Nothing happens. Then suddenly Mason crosses the room in three strides. I expect a punch. Or a hug. Possibly both. I'm not sure. All I know is that I expect a very Mason reaction and Mason does not disappoint. He grabs Damon's face with both hands. Damon immediately looks offended. "What are you doing?" "Checking." "For what?" "I don't know." Mason squints. "Maybe you're a ghost." Damon removes Mason's hands from his face. "I'm not a ghost." "That sounds exactly like something a ghost would say." "Mason." "I'm just being thorough." For the first time since barging into the room, something in Mason's face loosens. Relief. Gone so quickly it would have easily been missed. "Don't tell me you still belie
MICHAELA'S POVDamon sets me back down so I'm standing again.It takes a moment for feeling to return to my legs as I wobble slightly. He steadies me with a hand on my arm.When I'm finally standing properly, he lets go.Then picks up my shirt from the floor and slowly, carefully, pulls it over my head.For some reason, the action is so intimate it makes something unfurl in my chest.I barely manage to get my arms through the sleeves when he brushes a few wayward curls behind my ears before stepping back to look at me.I avoid his eyes entirely.Unsure of what to say.Unsure of what to do.Because looking at Damon right now feels like a terrible idea.What we'd just done...It had crossed a line we hadn't crossed before.A very large line.A line that had been rapidly approaching for weeks and had finally sprinted right past us.And the worst part was...My common sense had completely abandoned me because if Moon offered me a chance to rewind the last ten minutes, I'd probably make th
“Your time is up, Michaela,” A voice, dangerously calm, and unmistakably Damon's, speaks from just outside the cell door.My body gives an almost visible reaction to his presence.I turn slowly to see his silhouette standing amidst the single flickering light that shone from further down the aisle.
I don’t blink.Not once.As Cole tells me what happened.About how he protested when the guards refused to take me to the holding cells.It was protocol. That was how things were meant to be done.A criminal was to be taken to the holding cells before their trial. Then, depending on the outcome, th
By the time we reach the holding cells, my heart is beating so loudly I can’t hear myself think.The guards unlock the heavy metal doors as we approach. The hinges groan like something waking up against its will.Damon and I step into the underground confines.The air is damp. Metallic. It smells l
There is nothing coordinated, nothing controlled, nothing strategic about my attack.I lunge at Damon like a feral animal with bloodlust in its veins.“You monster!” I scream. “You fucking monster!”He seems only slightly startled by my outburst.That only fuels my rage.I claw at his face. At his






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