The shower Silvana took in Bruce's house was thrilling. She sensually slid the bar of soap over her luscious skin, and the entire time, locked in the bathroom beside Bruce's room, Silvana felt this hammering in her chest, as if she was seeing into the future, where she and Bruce lived together, married and happy. Silvana dried off and applied makeup from her handbag while peering at Bruce's investigation board. It was clippings from newspapers and articles of murderers and other evil people from the city's history; chief among them, the Axeman from the red lightning that Bruce had saved Silvana from. Across the old sepia photo of the Axeman was a large red X made by a marker on the desk."He must be hunting evil spirits," she thought. "That must be why he was training to become the Alpha," she mumbled to herself, patting her shaved and smooth legs dry.Silvana brushed her hair and dressed herself in the white satin lingerie and stockings on the bed, then slid into her beautiful b
Silvana ran promptly outside, her boot heels clicking as she rushed down the manor's marble steps. Couples sat on the fountain, smoking cigars and sharing kisses. Bruce's truck was still parked."Bruce, where are you?" Silvana shouted into her phone. But she got only a dial tone, and the last noise she heard him make inside was a holler of pain.She hadn't even thought Bruce capable of pain.But where was he? Silvana observed her surroundings. Even outside, the party raged on, and as she fluttered about searching for Bruce's mask from the crowd, she saw a bolt of crimson lightning flicker above a hedge garden and illuminate the side of a well-maintained brown barn. She knew he was inside. Fast as she could and clutching her wound, she moved towards the barn, past the garden of trimmed bushes to resemble men and women on all fours and howling like wolves to the starry sky above her. Silvana unhitched the wooden beam securing the barn doors shut, and she burst through the door
Bruce lunged himself on top of Silvana, covering her body with his. Their chests touched and Bruce clamped his jaw shut and grunted as the Hellhounds clawed at his back. They nipped at Silvana's arms and legs, biting off one of her boots and tearing her stockings. They were completely surrounded by a dozen wolves surging with red lightning, and the spirit of the dreaded and murderous Cecilia Duponte cackled, "The seal has been broken."But it couldn't be. Silvana closed her eyes and screamed as she felt teeth poke little holes in her kicking legs. Her father's seal on the evil spirits had been destroyed, some way, somehow, and their worst nightmare was becoming a reality; Silvana wasn't prepared to defend herself, let alone the people of the city. All the times she skimped her training was now going to cost her the lives of herself and her lover.Her eternal mate. Then Bruce pounded his fists to the mud by her head, and when she opened her eyes, she saw that the whites of Bru
In the two long months after the supernatural attack on the Silverclaw Masquerade, Silvana dedicated herself to her father's harsh training. In the mornings, she would bury her nose in ancient spellbooks, learning the ways of incredible witchcraft. In the afternoons, Solaris lectured on the history of seals and spirits in the city, and in the evenings Silvana practiced rigorous spells until midnight, when she was afforded five hours of rest to do it all over again the next day. She was mentally and physically exhausted, though not enough to stop her from calling Bruce each and every night to be lulled to sleep by his brave tales of fighting the spirits coming from the red lightning. Some nights, she would whisper him to sleep under the cover of her blankets --warm and hidden from the world-- about how she'd like to guide her fingers to the button of his jeans, zip his pants down, and shove his big dick in her mouth and suck. On those sensual nights, Bruce would lay naked in his
Bruce tugged his jeans back on and ripped off his sweat-soaked tank top. He waved a finger at Silvana and said, "I'm serious. Do not move from this bed." Silvana's heart sank at the idea of being exposed to danger while not in any clothes. Bruce stormed out of the house, barefoot, and flung the front door open so hard that it slammed against the front of the house. "State your business here at my home," Bruce said so harshly that the dozen werewolves shuddered. They remained resilient and one strong woman with long, dyed-blue hair and facial piercings defiantly growled, "We've been told that our Alpha is dating some slutty, magic-casting witch."Silvana peered through the blinds over Bruce's bed and her palms started to sweat. Bruce was wildly outnumbered, and there was fury in the eyes of his pack."Such a disgusting relationship would make you unsuitable to be our leader," another werewolf chimed in, crossing his arms and standing strong. But he didn't stand as strong as Br
Silvana was immediately comforted by Bruce's touch. She let her head fall into his chest and he stroked the sides of her head, holding her close to him and not letting go. "How did you know to come here?" she sniffled. Bruce looked to the stars. "I just knew, Silvana. I knew I needed to be beside you right this moment."She hugged him tightly and said, "I'm so glad you came. My father just hit me."Normally, Bruce would've rushed inside and crushed Solaris. But he knew his temper had been getting the better of him, and he cared more about being there for Silvana than revenge against the old man. "I'm sorry," Bruce said, gently lifting Silvana's face to his. He inspected the red mark on her cheek, and although his stomach rumbled with rage, he planted a delicate kiss right on the mark. "Walk with me, sweetheart," Bruce said, gripping Silvana's hand in his. He brought her to her feet and put his arm around her to warm her from the night's breeze. They walked intimately for a
The smell of cooked eggs, slabs of bacon, and pan-fried potatoes startled Bruce awake. He thought such amazing food was only a dream, as the time to make such a meal was something he no longer had with all his new responsibilities. Silvana exited the bedroom bathroom with a pink toothbrush in her mouth and her strawberry-blonde hair in a messy top knot bun. She was in a lacy white nightgown and big fluffy pink slippers, and she looked refreshed and well-rested. Bruce smiled. Any remaining tension in Silvana's shoulders after his massages seemed to be gone. Bruce rubbed a knuckle to his eye and stretched widely with his big arms. "Good morning, gorgeous," he said with a massive grin. Silvana dashed back into the bathroom, rinsed her mouth, clinked her toothbrush to the sink and said, "I've got breakfast on the stove for you, handsome." She ran some water to her face, listening for Bruce to say something, but he didn't. She patted her face dry with the towel on the rack and t
"You two are brothers?!" Amelia exclaimed, darting her head back and forth and examining the similar facial features between the two manly men. "That's right," Kurt smirked, poking a finger to Bruce's chest. " Bruce is Alpha." Kurt jabbed his thumb at his own chest and said, "And I'm Beta."Silvana could tell Bruce was containing his outrage. Kurt shrugged and said, "Two balancing halves, two equal opposites. I just happened to get the better end of the stick when it came to looks." "I didn't realize you were seeing a witch," Bruce said. "Well, it's not like we ever talk anymore, Brucie," Kurt responded, an insulting yet charming cadence carrying his words. He snuggled closer against Amelia and rubbed her arm. "It'd be pretty hypocritical of me to rat you out to the council and pack for dating a witch, now wouldn't it?" Silvana had heard how Kurt had acted outside of Bruce's house with the intimidating pack. She still couldn't shake the feeling that he was up to no good