Ivy's POV
I watched as Chris turned back into his human form, only he was completely naked.
With a yelp, I turned around before I could see more than his sculpted chest, my cheeks turning red.
Behind me, I could hear him moving. A moment later, I heard the sound of the car door opening and closing followed by the rustling of clothes.
Then, his voice: "You can turn around, now, Ivy. I'm fully clothed."
With a soft sigh, I turned around to see him dressed in a plain white shirt and black pants. Did he just casually carry a pair of clothes with him where ever he went?
"As a matter of fact, I do," he told me, his lips twitching as he walked towards the entrance.
I groaned as I followed behind him, my cheeks heating up. When was I going to learn to keep my thoughts to myself?
It was only onc
Chris' POVI watched as Ivy ate, still looking less than relaxed. While it was understandable for her to feel stressed and worried- anyone would be after discovering such things- I still didn't like it.I didn't like seeing her troubled. And I knew that being in close contact with me relaxed her because of the mate bond so I took a seat next to her and held her hand as soon as we were finished eating and the witches had left to clear the plates.Sparks erupted and so did warmth and Ivy visibly relaxed, her shoulders slumping. "I'm really tired, Chris. Today has been pretty....eventful.""I know."She shook her head. "I don't understand this. Is my mom really a....witch? And my dad? Was he a werewolf like you? How could I not know?" she mumbled, talking more to herself than me.I squeezed her hand, bringing her attention to me. "Don't jump
Ivy's POVThe next four days went by with me learning what being a witch really was. I was a hybrid, yes, but Chris insisted that I begin learning about my witch side while we were still here at the coven of the witches and that he could always help me learn about my lycanthrope side when we were back at his house.So, I soaked up every single thing Thalia and Gwen told me. Sure, the spells were a little difficult to retain, but with a little practice, I was getting the hang of it. While we had started with a few basic spells, Thalia had taken care to teach me spells which were a little more dangerous, too with a warning that these were only to be used in self defense, and not to harm anyone unnecessarily.I had, naturally, agreed. I wasn't a megalomaniac to go around hurting people just for the heck of it. And she had told me to be careful with my emotions as well, specially anger. I was new to
Chris' POVPlease let her be okay. Please let her be okay.It was the only thought running through my head on a loop as the car hit the tree with a loud bang, the air bags deploying on the impact. That paired with the seat belt, saved us a lot, enough that we were both conscious."Ivy! Ivy are you okay?" I shouted at her."I'm okay, I'm okay. Are you fine?" She asked, her voice telling me she was fine, scared but fine.I breathed out a sigh of relief.And that was when something crashed into the side of the car I was in.Ivy shrieked as I looked at the large wolf trying to claw his way into the car. Judging by the long, dirty fur, it was clearly a rogue.So this was what had come in front of the car suddenly and caused this accident.Oh, this little shit was g
Ivy's POV"What happened? Why did the Alpha have to bring you like this?" Ryan asked me as soon as I stepped into the home with him."A lot of werewolves attacked us and our car crashed. We fought them off and then Chris brought us here," I explained quickly, rubbing a hand to my forehead. God, I was cold and I had a splitting headache. I hadn't been able to see much of what had been going on outside while Chris fought those werewolves off since I'd been focused on finding a spell to somehow help him out in the grimoire, but from what I could make out from all the sounds was that it had definitely been brutal.Ryan's eyebrows furrowed. "Werewolves? Why?"I shrugged, still cradling my head. "How would I know? All I know is that I helped as much as I could and we were able to get away.""You helped?" he asked, brows raised in surprise.
Chris' POVKissing Ivy was unlike anything I'd ever ever experienced before. It was both hot and cold, sweet and spicy, calm and passionate at the same time. It ignited an inferno of passion within me, burning brighter with each passing moment as she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me close. I obliged, wrapping my own arms around her waist and pulling her flush against him, so much so that there wasn't a slither of space between us.She gasped lightly at the contact and I took that moment to plunge my tongue into her mouth, duelling with her own for dominance. She gave as good as she got, and I moulded my lips to her, kissing her with a passion I didn't know I possessed until then.All I could think about through my Ivy induced haze was to mark her as my own and it wasn't long before my lips left hers to trail kisses down her jaw, finally reaching her throat.The feeling of my ca
Ivy's POV"Ivy? Come, let's find some clothes for you," Mom said as she hooked her arm with my fourteen year old self before dragging me off to a store.Me being the moody teenager whined in protest. "But mom, you know I hate changing clothes again and again."She chuckled in response. "I promise I'll keep the clothes changing to a bare minimum."I rolled my eyes. It was what she always said whenever we went shopping. I knew from experience it wasn't true but I went with it anyway to appease her. It was the fastest way to get her off my back about this.Before I knew it, she'd piled on a big chunk of clothes in my arms before guiding me towards the changing rooms in the seemingly empty store."Remember Ivy, I will only be back once you find him. And you must find him soon," she whispered lowly in my ear before pushing me into the cha
Chris' POVOnce the three of us had had breakfast in Martha's room, we took our leave with Ivy promising to come see her soon again to see my baby pictures.I briefly wondered how she would feel when she realised said baby pictures were actually more than a hundred years old and in black and white. Probably go hysterical again. I smirked to myself at that, Martha had brought it upon herself so it was her headache now."Where are we going?" Ivy asked, even as she followed behind me.I slowed down a little to match her pace before replying. "To the training grounds behind the palace.""Training grounds?" she parroted."I believe that's what I just said.""I heard you just fine the first time," I knew without having to look at her that she was rolling her eyes at me. It made my lips twitch.
Ivy's POVI'd done it! It had been the most painful thing I'd ever done, but I'd done it. And that wasn't the only thing that made me want to prance around, no. It was the fact that I'd done something to make Chris actually grin at me like that was what had me over the moon.And boy, what a grin it was.It transformed his whole face, making him look much younger, much more carefree than I'd ever seen him. It was almost weird what something as simple as a smile could do to you. He looked youthful, more handsome somehow. Not that he wasn't already handsome enough, but the grin on his face, showing his perfectly aligned pearly whites made him even more so.It was a very selfish thought to have, but somehow I was glad that he didn't grin often, that I was the only one privy to this side of him. It made me feel special, this moment between us feel special. Besides, if he went around gr