Athina's P.O.V.
I heard my alarm ringing on my phone, for the millionth time. I kept snoozing it for some time now. Dragging my hand out, I searched for the device on my bedside table without opening my eyes, preventing the sunlight from penetrating my eyes. I knew the sun was up, I could feel the light shining into my room. It was super early in the morning, though not quite, it was like 11 o'clock or something. But I love my sleep. I didn't want to get up, I sighed and dug myself into my bed again, to avoid the sunlight. I calmed my thoughts and slowly brought myself back to sleep. I was just about to get back to sleep, but all of a sudden I felt ice-cold water being poured on me. I screamed waking up drenched and freezing.
Who else, but my crazy gameaholic brother, I am gonna kill him. He had an evil grin on his face and a bucket in his hands, facing out. But it no longer contained any water. Where did the water go, you ask? On top of me, unfortunately!
''Rohan, you're dead!!!'' I yelled at him. He yelped like a little girl and ran off. I got off my bed in one swift move and ran after him. May I remind you I am still soaking wet here? I ran down the stairs after him. He's laughing his head off. I would be laughing as well, but he woke me up too early from a wonderful sleep.
''Rohan, you know how much I treasure my sleep!!'' I yelled running after him. He laughed even harder at this. ''Duh!! That's why I did it, didi'' (Big sis), he said, sticking his tongue out. He ran into the kitchen. We circled the island for about five times. All my anger washed off, and I started playing and running after my brother like a maniac. We raced each other, laughing our heads off. Before we realised we had reached near the front door.
I caught him and was about to announce my victory when I heard someone clearing their throat. I grimaced, it was my mother. I looked up nervously and that's when I realised. Oh my Hindu gods, we had GUESTS!!! I immediately straightened myself, Rohan following suit. I was super glad that I hadn't changed into my night-dress last night, or else it would have been really embarrassing. Actually, this was quite embarrassing too.
The three were dressed in black Armani suits standing by the door in front of my parents? A bit overly dressed, don't you think? The door was left wide open, allowing the chilly breeze to enter. The first person and the third person seems to be some sort of bodyguards, of the person in between, he stood up with power and authority. The first guy had ash-blonde hair and grey eyes; his nose looked like it was broken a few times. The third guy had olive skin colour and hazel eyes. They both held such stoic expressions. I held the urge back to roll my eyes.
But what really caught me off guard was how attractive the guy in the middle was. He had dark brown hair and a stubble. I shocked myself, thinking how soft his hair would be if I had let my hands through his hair and rough beard. His hair was like a wavy mess; tousled. He had light blue eyes, I could see slight annoyance in them, but he quickly masked it with an expressionless face. Something told me was a man who doesn't show expressions, for some reason that fact annoyed me. Why business men always had such a face, I never understood.
I shook my head feeling emotions and wild thoughts running through me. His eyes, however, stayed in my mind, like a picture I couldn't tear off. They were surprisingly reminded of the wolf- Zayden. But his eyes were darker, much darker;a dark midnight, royal blue, with specks of black and silver sparkling around. This man's eyes did hold that same sparks. His shirt hung to his body, showing off his muscles that were ready to rip through any minute now. I shocked myself even more thinking of wanting to rip them off myself to run my hands over his skin! Athina! Where are these sinful thoughts coming from?! I lightly shook my head only for my eyes to land a few scars at the bottom of his neck. He looked pretty strong and tough. He was also very tall; I probably only reached until his chin. Actually no, I am not a good judge of height, probably his chest. I am very short, I hated it, but what could I do?
I hadn't realised how long I was staring at him until he raised one of his slight bent eyebrows and looked at me up and down. Then it hit me, I was still soaking wet. I could feel the heat rising to my cheek; I bit my lip and I immediately covered my face with the curtain of my hair. My brother snickered, I gave him a death glare.
''I am sorry for the interruption.'' My mother said, while looking at us, and emphasised the word interruption.. I cringed under her glare and looked down at my feet, ''But please, who were you again?'' My father asked. ''It's fine,'' the guy answered after clearing his throat. Wow, he had a really husky voice, I like it. ''The name's Zayden Dimitri Anderson, and I'm here to tell you about some problems we have encountered at this part of the woods and how to overcome them." Right after he said his name, I gasped and my head immediately snapped up. If I had moved any faster, I swear I would have broken my neck.
Zayden! That was also the silver wolf's name. It had to be a coincidence, right? Come on, Athi! Think straight. And get out of your fantasy world! Everyone's eyes turned to me, while I just stood there, soaking wet and fighting back another blush of embarrassment. My brother snickered at me getting on my nerves, I gave him another murderous glare and looked back at them.
The Zayden guy smirked at me, heat raised in my cheeks once again full force this time, and I had this weird feeling of butterflies in my stomach. Why was I feeling this way? Why was I making me think of sinful desirable thoughts of him when I don't even know the guy?! I was never into any guy before. Sure, I thought some were cute or handsome, but never felt like this. I never once wanted to just jump on a guy before, especially at first sight!
His deep blue pools bore into my brown ones like he was staring into my soul. I gulped, hoping he couldn't see right through me. I know I said was attracted to him, but I also knew this man was trouble, every sign told me to look away, but I was drawn into his dangerous aura like it was a magnet pulling me in. And if I were to fight it, I had a feeling it would only pull me harder. Was I going to fight this?
''Please, come in Mr. Anderson." My father invited him into the house. I couldn't help but frown. My father never exactly brought strangers in. Another scream of danger. I watched as the man gave my father a curt nod with an emotionless face. What's with the emotionless face? It annoyed and irritated me. For some reason, I wanted to dig deep into those eyes to find their darkest secrets, not caring about the consequences it brought.
My mother followed them but not before she glared at us, and signalled me to go dry and change. I cringed mouthing a 'sorry, ma.'
I sighed and looked at Rohan. He gave me a smug face. I rolled my eyes at him and went to close the front door. They could have at least shown some respect and closed the door behind them. Businessmen!
I shouldn't say too much. My father was a businessman himself. Well, at least he was part of a business. But he never had an attitude or gave emotionless faces or had an 'I am superior than you, you better respect me' attire. He was always himself, kind and respectful, but also cunning to see the ones who only wanted the benefit themselves.
I sighed, running upstairs to change. Whoever this Zayden guy is, I wanted to find more about him. I knew it was a dangerous path to take, but there something about him that made me feel both uneasy and curious.
Yes, curiosity killed the cat. But I was going to be smart about this.
My head trailed back to what he said, "I'm here to tell you about some problems we have encountered at this part of the woods and how to overcome them." What did he mean by that? Was he really here to advise us? If he had other plans I was fully certain my father would catch onto it.
I shook my head and tried to push those thoughts away. I smiled, realising there are only two weeks left until Christmas. Though my family and I were Hindus, Christmas we grew to love and adore since coming to America. The festival, the lights, the holiday spirit made us truly enjoy the season as a family.
Since we have guests, I might as well just through a simple dress. Indian clothes, as much as I love them, they take forever to put on and make sure every inch is perfectly smoothed out. And wanted to spend as much time as possible to find out more about this man named Zayden. I should fight it, but something about those deep blue eyes dared me in.
Zayden's P.O.V. I punched the bag harder trying to peel her off my mind. Everytime I blinked her dark eyes that held so much light would flash in front of me. And I would remember how intoxicating her mouth-watering scent was. It took everything in me not to jump up and go get her, I wouldn't give a sh*t what her parents or herself thought. She belonged alongside me, as the Luna of my pack, nowhere else. My wolf, of course, agreed. Ever since we left her with her family, he had become a crazy tempestuous wolf. It was hard enough fighting back by own urges. And it certainly didn't help when he kept playing with my imagination. A certain picture he played in my mind is what brought here, down to the training centre. He had played an image of Athina under-dressed and sighing softly underneath my touch; feeling the sparks from her soft skin again. It made me want to pull my hair out. I growled throwing anoth
A/N: Not my fav povs but sorry I was just trying it out again, though never again!***Third Person P.O.V. Athina and the rest of her family had packed everything by the time the sun was starting to set down a little, to welcome the evening. Evening a time that belonged neither to the day nor the middle. It was simply a time in the middle, that connected the day to the night. The evening was a lost princess trying to choose between the light and darkness. Much like that Athina, who stood in between the darkness, Zayden and the light which was the life she was currently living. When observing light versus darkness, the light seemed to answer. But doesn't the darkness need to reach the light?Just as the last bag of their belongings was placed on the porch, a black sleek car pulled up in front of the house. A man in dark business attire was first to get out. His eyes im
Athina's P.O.V.I followed Jack while grumbling to myself. In my head, I was calling Zayden all sorts of names under the sun.I just didn't understand what was happening. But I knew, he was really starting to bug me.The way he gazed at me when I was in his arms. It felt right being in his arms. But it was the way he looked at that threw me off. His hard emotionless gaze irritated me, but I couldn't understand why! Why all of a sudden did I know what a stranger was feeling? Especially towards me? I remembered the slight scowl that appeared on his face. Was he mad? I didn't know? I me
Zayden's P.O.V.With a frustrated growl I threw everything off my desk. Everything I had planned and set up, it had all failed, and now there was no way to protect the pack. The more I tried to concentrate, the more that dark-eyed beauty invaded my thoughts.I listened carefully as the books and laptop crashed onto the wooden floors of my office. I heard the screen crack at the force it fell; colliding against the floor. I heard the glass breaking, and the whiskey it once contained, spilling and flooding across the wood.And yet, she wouldn't stay out of my head. I had all my senses cleared, trying to concentrate on the current situation but her face always flashes before my eyes. And I wanted nothing more than to
Athina's P.O.V.As a week passed in gorgeous mansion as I continued avoid those bright blue eyes that held those mysterious sparkles. A strange azure colour that changes its shade every so beautiful. One minute they are light, the other a darker bliss of royal blue. How someone have such strange yet beautiful eyes, I didn't. And they kept drawing me in, but this time I chose to fight against the sudden urges that drew me back to this man.He hadslapped me yet the new sensations within me didn't die down, if anything it was only the pain caused that lingered on my heart, like a numb ache. How I was suddenly willing to give a stranger my heart made no sense, yet in the mist twisted way possible it felt right. If it were any other man, I would have instantly lost all liking and urges towards him, I was definite of that more some odd reason, but the fact it Zayden Dimi
Zayden's P.O.V.My mind kept wandering to the words she spoke last night. Every word replayed in my head, like a broken record. Hervoice craved into memory, sweetening the words the ever more. Her words held power, such that was able to empower my wolf and Ito our almost original strength.Once again, the power and influence of the mate bond stunned me. How just simple words could the key to returning to almost full strength silenced me in wonder. The unspeakable power it held. The matebond holds half your soul in your mate.And therefore, I did not understand. All I saw in her was purity and innocence, not a speck of my soul could be seen in her little being. And there certainly wasn't any bit of her nature in me. Creating an angel for the devil. What a catastrophic mistake the Moon goddess made, yet unde
Zayden's P.O.V.I straightened my black suit and buttoning the cuffs of my sleeves as I stood in my room.From telling them about the ball and to the event actually happening the time flew fast.First thing they did after I told them about the ball was go shopping. While I was highly against the idea, when Jackson suggested in going with them, I got left more at ease. The foreign emotions rising within was now slowly withering away the resistance I had worked so hard in building up. I can't believe I was still doing this. Going out of my away to earn a girl's forgiveness.I never did any-f**king-thing like this for anyone. But I had to, my wolf couldn't be weak. It's her fault he is."Don't you blame it on her. You're the one that slapped her!"Xaviour
Athina's P.O.V.I stared into the mirror in front of me, as it reflected my figure. With a small spin I watched the dress float in red waves. The dress lined up against my chest, before it flowed down past my ankles, allowing it to slowly slide across the floor as I walked. The pattern across upper half of the dress resembled small flowers, before it was met it a soft fabric of the same shade that ran down and above that soft fabric a large net piece surrounded the skirt, giving it a more elegant look. The dress was off-shoulder, slightly exposing my neck and shoulders. I didn't bother a necklace, my collarbone showing was more than enough, a necklace would over-do it.Once again, looking at how the colour strikingly brought out my deep brown eyes, that appeared blackand black hair, I realised Jack was right. After Zayden had invited us to the ball, Jack advised me