I was expecting to wake up the next morning to an empty bed again, but the aggravated banging on the bedroom door was what stirred me out of my sleep. When I opened my eyes, Dylan was already up and hurriedly throwing a robe on. He had a frightening scowl on his face as he marched towards the door before flinging it open to reveal a trembling servant standing outside.
I sat up and rubbed off any remaining traces of sleep from my eyes then wrapped the blanket around me to hide my nakedness underneath. “Is everything okay?”
“Speak,” he menacingly told the servant. Even without emitting pheromones, his chilling tone and intimidating glare were enough to send any human weak on the knees.
The servant, whom I remember as James, visibly shook as he raised a hand that held a wireles
“Look at what we have here,” I said, pushing the door open with a hand. Under the dim lighting, I counted around five rebels rummaging through the stuff in the study. They were all clad in black clothing from head to toe and their faces were covered in a way that only their eyes were revealed. Upon the announcement of our arrival, they paused and turned their heads to stare at us in shock. “You’re rebelling against the werewolves, right?”“Human slaves,” one mumbled, recovering from his shock and stepping forward. It was a male, based on his physique. “I thought the Hayes household didn’t have slaves”I remember how surprised most of the werewolves were when they came over for a pack meeting weeks ago. For some reason, Dylan
I dreamed about Dylan. Perhaps, my subconsciousness wanted to see him because of the guilt of leaving him alone in that huge mansion all by himself again, or maybe it was yet another effect of the bond. Nonetheless, he was there in my dream, albeit not in the state I wanted to see him in—he was writhing on his bed, his scarred torso wrapped in bandages soaked with an alarming amount of blood. Werewolves, especially an alpha like him, were supposed to heal quickly. So I didn’t understand how he could bleed out so much like that. I felt like crying so I did. With shaky steps, I walked to the side of his bed, and the sight of his face contorted in pain broke my heart. His wounds were severe, and my chest tightened painfully the instant I s
“That’s strange,” I heard the werewolf mumble. “It’s not fading”Fading?“Is it supposed to fade?”“Yes,” he turned to me with a suddenly ominous smile. “Dylan Hayes is dying after all”My heart started pounding on my chest as his words continued to echo in my mind. Then, I remembered the dream that I had that just felt so real. Maybe it was real. Do mates even have the ability to communicate through dreams? But even so, I’m human. It can’t be.
"Thank you."Enzo smirked at me as he removed his hand on my cheek. "No need. This isn't for free after all."Apparently, my mark should've disappeared within hours after Dylan's death, but it had been over a week since the assassination attempt and the skin behind my ear is still as swollen as ever. It didn't help me either that my body has been fatally craving his pheromones. Luckily, Enzo was kind enough to offer me his, though not the same, for a price—he'll use me as bait to lure Dylan out and finish the job.The rest of the slaves were sent somewhere safe, where the rest of the rescued humans were housed since they were—
I woke up a few minutes before sunrise.As I rolled onto my side, I felt a small bump on my cheek so I reached out a hand under my pillow, and true enough, there was a small glass spray bottle containing some pink fizzy liquid. I groggily propped myself up onto my elbows before popping off the plastic lid to take a curious sniff at the nozzle. It didn't smell like anything so I assumed that it must be the pheromone cologne that Enzo promised to give me the night before. I just wish that I wouldn't smell like anything disgusting once I put this on.The dream that I had was slowly fading from my memory which made me alarmingly jump off the bed. It was a good thing that I was in a separate room from Enzo and the rebels so I didn't have the difficulty packing up the few clothes that I was
Dylan wasn't kidding when he told me that he would be washing Enzo's pheromones off of me.Perhaps it was because we hadn't been intimate for quite a while that the first thing that came into my head when he pulled me into a motel room in a hurry was sex or perhaps I was just slowly becoming a pervert. But here I was in a cheap motel's surprisingly clean bathtub with an angry alpha werewolf scrubbing every inch of my body with a loofah."Just how much pheromones did that bastard give you?" he muttered in frustration, his hands never ceased for a moment from moving. I inwardly groaned in pain as he started getting a little bit rougher by the second which was probably because he was also getting even more annoyed. "I can't believe he would dare touch a woman who's obviously mated
"You've become a naughty little girl, haven’tyou?"Dylan held me by the chin and tilted my head to make me look up at him. The blush on his face and the shortness of his breath made me feel accomplished. I liked that I was the one who made him feel that way. The sweet aftertaste of his secretion in my mouth was another reminder."Would you do something about it?" I replied with a teasing smile. The confidence got the best of me so I moved to sit him down on the bed and position myself on his lap, purposely rubbing my clit against his crotch."You probably should stop playing with me like this, Isabella," he growled playfully before k
"Isabella, don't get me wrong. I'm not acting this way because of the mark," he cut me off. Then, he breathed out as if he was trying to calm himself down before continuing, "I genuinely care for you...I don't know what this is, but I need you by my side."My tears suddenly stopped flowing and I stared at him, my mouth agape and my confession stuck at the tip of my tongue. All I managed to do was stupidly choke on my tears before mumbling, "What?"Dylan seemed to get more and more anxious by the second. He ran his fingers through his hair out of nervousness as he started to subtly hop from one foot to another. "I don't know when or how. I just...""You just?" I urged him when he trailed off mid-sentence. My heart was beating dangerously fa