“Alright look, until this is over, we are all going to live together at my safe house. A place even the guards and my parents don’t have access to.” Sebastian begins as he sits forward, his eyes on Zaia. Her heart skips a beat and I guess that answers my question. I can tell from the crazy pull be
ZAIA. We step into the underground car park when all of a sudden, I feel an intense wave of emotions hit me, sorrow, despair… hopelessness? What is this? I look around the dark car park. The lights above are lit, and nothing is out of place. How strange… I look over at Sebastian. He’s the same
The journey passes in silence. The safe house is more in the woody part of pack territory, so it takes us a good fifteen minutes to get to my old home… When the mansion gates that I never thought I’d see again loom before me, I feel nostalgia hit me hard. Memories of us here fill my mind and my he
“You will, just not right now,” Sebastian says. “There’s a lot we need to discuss prior, and I wonder if you might have any more insight into certain things.” I look at his father, who simply continues working on his laptop, wondering if I should go over or not… I decide to do so and cross the roo
ZAIA. My heart thuds as the King's turn to the man, and the first thing I notice is the change in Aran’s attitude. He swallows, glancing at Sebastian, then at Agatha, almost uneasily. The anger that was displayed on his face seconds ago is gone. “Gerard… you’re here…” Agatha looks stunned as she
I wanted answers from him, but I am also glad the argument that was about to go down was diffused for now. “Father, can I speak to you privately?” Sebastian asks coldly. Perhaps I spoke too soon! “We have guests, Sebastian,” Aran replies, clenching his jaw. “Oh, don’t stop on my behalf, and I wo
SEBASTIAN. The sound of my beating heart thumping loudly in my ears is all I can hear as his words ring in my mind. I am not his son? How is that even possible? I look more like him than Mom… Even if I don’t want to admit it; it is the truth. “What do you mean I am not your son?” I ask quietly,
What’s wrong with her? “I’m fine, just a bad throat.” She says hoarsely as I offer her a tissue. “Thank you.” She wipes her mouth looking between us. “He needs the truth Aran, for me…” she whispers. Where moments ago he was nothing but arrogant, his worry for her trumps his own feelings. At leas
I slam the brakes.We’re both launched forward and Zion’s arm flies out, catching me before I break my nose on the wheel.The SUV shoots past us and propels straight over the edge.It flips, hitting the rock face below, and erupts in a fireball that lights up the cliff side. The ground trembles slig
~ MILENA ~“Oh, you did not, you fucking assholes!” I snarl, rage tearing through me. The pain in my forearm barely registers as I wrench the wheel to the side, slamming our car into the one on the left. I time it perfectly. Their tyres catch the curb and the vehicle lurches violently.“Milena!” Zio
“Your dad gives me a reaction, and he’s a tad more gullible than you, so it’s fun to mess with him.” Her impish smile reminds me of Xander, and I shake my head.“I’m glad this isn’t real then. You and Xander would be the death of him.”“Yeah, we’ll keep the pretence going though. If the Arkan had an
It’s crazy how I actually would trust her around them, even if she is one of the Arkan. She has some compassion when it comes to kids… looking at her now as she talks to Kaia about something it’s almost hard to imagine she’s a killer. Almost.The image of her cold eyes as she raised a gun and pulled
~ ZION ~Milena. She has a way of keeping me on edge when nothing else or no one else has that effect on me; I don’t know what she’ll do next; it was one of the things I like about her, but right now I’m not enjoying it. Her sly smiles that tell me she’s up to something and the way she hugs Mom and
Kaia, on the other hand, is confident and bubbly. That’s the only way to describe the twenty-one-year-old redhead with the huge smile and bright blue eyes like Zion’s.His uncle is a few tables down, but occasionally I feel the prickling sensation at the back of my neck of someone watching me, and I
~ MILENA ~“Smell me?” I repeat, my cheeks involuntarily flush as I shove him back, only to meet hard fucking muscle.“Your arousal, to be precise.” He smirks, baring those teeth in a dangerous smile.Oh, hell no.I know what werewolves are capable of, but right now I don’t need to hear that. I don’
I nod, smiling slightly. “Yeah, thirteen. And she has, a lot of time has gone by hasn’t it?” I agree, looking at her. Even her… she’s not that girl anymore. So much time has gone by and yet… seeing her all dressed up like this makes me picture a life we can never have.If I didn’t kill her brother.
~ ZION ~My eyes widen as I see Uncle and Milena staring one another down right after she gave me the finger, for goddess knows what reason.Fuck, I didn’t think he’d be here today. He hates these things. My stomach twists with unease as I stride across the hall.“Uncle, this is Milena, my girlfrien