LOGIN***BeatriceA thin little thing walked in, frail, flushing at the cheeks as she stood, hand in hand with Julian. At least the color had returned to her pallor. She was quite beautiful without all of that dirt and grime stuck to her face. No more twigs and dirt caked in her hair. Curls no longer brown and filthy but instead shone the tint of honey and caramel.And those eyes... stunning. I could see why these men fought for her. Killed for her. But Julian, he was a good man. The better man and he deserved love. Her, too. I could see that now, watching the pair. He looked at her with such devotion. And her gaze, as they took in Julian's face, they held pure love and adornment for him."How..." she scribbled, hands shaking as her fingers touched the paper. "How is this possible? Me? Him..." She shot a pointed look to Julian.Yes, both of them should have still been six feet under, just soulless corpses decaying and rotting in my cemetery plot. I watched as each of them scratched and claw
***FionaThe way his hands moved through my hair. It felt like… home. Like lying at the edge of the shore while waves crashed over in gentle strides. The massaging of his fingers was like pure ecstasy. As he lathered lavender onto my scalp, making me forget about my stiffened joints and how badly my throat ached. His knuckles dragged down the nape of my neck, kneading tense muscles down my naked spine.A delicious moan escaped me. Pangs of pleasure that only Julian could draw from my lips.Just hours ago, there was no life in me. I died yesterday. Buried and laid to rest under dirt and decay. That bastard finished what he had always set out to do. To end me. Responsible for taking my last breath. And like the coward he was, knowing he was cornered… finally realizing he was no match against Julian, he made sure to take me with him.But love brought me back. My true mate resurrected me.I think I heard him while I slept… or maybe while I was being reborn. Remade. Julian called to me, pl
***FionaThe cold embrace of the cellar floor woke me. A film of grime stuck to my cheek, clinging to stale tears. I must have been crying in my sleep again. Seemed fruitless. Those tears of mine that went unseen for years. This overwhelming sadness that I carried with me. Hopelessness was a constant friend here as I curled up alone on the concrete wearing only a thin beige slip, waiting for the inevitable. For whatever horrendous act Greyson had planned for me each day.No one was coming for me. No one here to save me.My body shook, teeth chittering against the bitter cold. Bruises, old and new, painted over my legs and torso with reminders of his petty torments. My knees buckled and I thought of the bastard’s etched words hidden inside my thighs. Goddess, when would this man be done with me?Just let me die and be done with it, a bitter thought danced in my mind.It was so cold tonight, more than the normal winter nights wallowing in the basement. I walked over to the small iron ba
***Julian“Beatrice, please!!!!!!!!” I barked, after almost kicking in the cottage door. The old woman tutted, only sparing me an annoyed glance as Fiona’s body draped lifelessly over my arms.When I pulled her bloody body from the floor, I ran like a madman, her body pulled tight to my chest as I raced to my truck parked far from the outskirts of the city. I didn’t care if the pack tried to follow me. After I got her to safety, I’d fight them off, one by one. But no one came for us. They had a dead alpha and a new leader to appoint not to mention a pissed off Gileon pack still in the center.I only hoped whoever came into power would be better than the last asshole. Somehow, a peace fell over me with the thought of the twins. Fiona trusted them, having told me all about them, the scheming and sly pair they were. They would handle Grey City.“Please! Can you help her?” I urged, the towel pressed to Fiona’s neck now fully soaked in ominous red ruin. The witch only waddled slowly throug
***Greyson“What the fuck?” The words sat like stones in the hollow of my throat. That was not the man I killed weeks ago, slit from ear to ear, watching as a ribbon of red leached into a pool of thick warm blood. Fiona gave a guttural scream as her hands frantically tried to press life back into the wound. And I had smiled, smirked even, as I watched the light leave his eyes.I looked around. Archer poised to Fiona's left, glowing with absolute delight as the enemy pack crept slowly behind my warriors. Milo stood smug, eyebrows raised with that irritating face of his, Angus Crow. Angus, the leader of Gileon pack, glowered, arms crossed at his chest. The man had been waiting years for vengeance but could do nothing due to the pack truce. He knew I had killed his daughter yet couldn't prove it.Fuckers... all of them. Those that awaited my demise.But the monster in front of me. He was a distorted creation of the dead man I watched die with vengeful glee. Huge. Larger than the mortal h
***FionaThe air turned sour, night stifling to a bitter brine. I felt a roar of anger tremor down my spine, a wave of wrath rushing towards me. But I was ready. I had been steadying myself for this war against Greyson for ages. He had only hours to plan and stew in his vengeance.Me… I had years.I stood, centered at the doors of Carter Mansion with Archer to my left and Milo to my right. The rest of the city gathered below. Waiting. Strangled murmurs blanketed the sculpted lawns as snarls and sneers gathered, charging towards us. Greyson led with a hundred Gammas at his back.The crowd parted like a silent tide as rage and wrath burned in his eyes. He stalked closer, face lethal… vicious as death slit eyes set on me. No wolf as he shifted back, taut muscles rippling over sweat beaded skin. A body I once thought alluring and magnificent. Not anymore.Greyson roared.I smirked; I enjoyed playing with my food before I devoured it.This man had branded me, mutilated me, manipulated me…







