Gabriel and Mercy walked over to a quiet spot by the edge of the forest. “You know, don’t you?” Mercy asked, her eyes concerned as she searched his face. “Yes,” he said. “How did you find out?” she asked, already knowing the answer. “It was while you were playing. I realized, you were enchanting us. Mercy, you’re an enchantress?” Mercy looked away for a moment and he could see the pain on her face. “Not exactly,” she said. “Well, yes. But I didn’t know. I honestly didn’t know. It was Sephora. She kept my secret and then, at the warehouse, she…she told me.” “Your secret is safe with me, Mercy,” he told her. “Don’t worry about that. I won’t say anything.” She looked at him with gratitude on her face. “Is it..is witch blood then?” Mercy sighed. He already knew, so she might as well tell him. “Yes,” she said. “Sephora told me. I guess my mother was a witch. She fell in love with a wolf and they, they had me.”
Gabriel pulled Mercy back to the party. He told her to wait here, he was going to talk to Jonathan. Mercy nodded. There was something about Gabriel that made her feel safe. She didn’t know him well, but he was an Alpha, and a strong one at that. So she did as she said. Gabriel made a bee-line for Jonathan. He pulled him aside and started talking to him. Jonathan’s eyes grew wide and he looked over at Mercy, shock on his face. Then Gabriel pulled him in closer and kept talking. Jonathan’s face changed and he started nodding along, obviously agreeing with whatever Gabriel was telling him. Then he smiled. The two of them came back to Mercy. “Mercy,” Jonathan said, reaching for her hands. “You could have told me. You SHOULD have told me. You can trust me. I’m one of your best friends.” Then he brought her in for a hug. It felt so good to be in Jonathan’s arms. He was her oldest friend. She had been terrified that he wouldn’t accept her when he found out sh
“Everyone, gather around,” Magnus said, his Alpha King voice reverberating around the room. Everyone stopped and stared in his direction. Mercy’s news had been most shocking indeed. Magnus knew that Sephora was up to something but without tangible proof, there was no way to charge her. He had planned on launching an investigation into Sephora and her Blackseed Pack dealings, but now that Mercy had come forward, he didn’t need to. He had all the evidence he needed, and he knew where to collect more.The DJ cut the music. “I have an important announcement to make.” Magnus had wasted no time. He waited for the crowd to settle, some in wolf form, some still in human form. This was odd? What announcement? Right in the middle of the party? It must be very important if Magnus was announcing it in the middle of the party. “Something has recently come to my attention,” Magnus declared. “And it is something we MUST address immediately. There is a traitor amongst us.”
A hush fell over the crowd. Jonathan stood strong. At once, he possessed the air of authority that only an Alpha had. “But you didn’t want it,” Lucas cried, shaking his finger at Jonathan. “You never wanted to be Alpha. You told me that. It’s MINE. I’m the new alpha. Not you.” “I changed my mind,” Jonathan said. Then he looked to Magnus. Magnus smiled at him and nodded. “Are you sure?” Magnus asked. “I am, your highness,” he replied. “Then it is with great pleasure that I introduce to you the new Alpha of Blackseed,” Magnus declared. The crowd burst into applause and Jonathan beamed. True, he had never wanted the role before, but things had changed. His people, his pack, they needed his help. “As the new alpha of Blackseed, you have my word that Blackseed will no longer be dealing with illegal potions. We will find a new enterprise, a new business. We will become a media conglomerate, under my rule.” Amelia s
"Amelia." It was Gabriel, again. His commanding voice reverberated in her mind. "Come to the packhouse hospital. NOW. It's time to feed Sophia your blood." Ugh. Sophia. Amelia looked to Logan in front of her. Logan didn’t know that Gabriel was mindlinking her. Maybe she could just ignore Gabriel. She's been in this pack for two years. As his mate, ironically, he never regarded her as the rightful Luna. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” Amelia asked Logan. Amelia had always gotten along well with Logan. He was a good choice for the new Beta. Down to earth. Positive. Strong. Logan offered a sheepish smile. Honestly, he wasn’t thrilled about bringing the laundry here today. He knew it would upset Amelia. But it was the Alpha’s orders and he couldn’t go against them. “Well…Gabriel asked me to drop off his laundry. He's been crashing at Roland's place a lot lately." Amelia's eyes narrowed. "Roland’s? You mean Sophia’s!” Amelia appreciated that Logan was trying to be tactful by using
Amelia grabbed for the bowl, silver knife in hand, ready to slice her skin yet again for Gabriel’s precious Sophia. She hated this ritual with every fiber of her being. It was bad enough that she had to feed her blood to someone, but the fact that it was Sophia made it ten times worse. This is the last time, Amelia thought to herself. She flinched. Beside her, Gabriel was perched on Sophia’s bedside, wiping her forehead with a cool cloth.“I was worried you wouldn’t come in time,” Gabriel said, casting Amelia a scowl. Amelia knew that he had an obligation to protect her but it didn’t make the ritual feeding any less painful - both physically and emotionally. Such kindness and compassion! He had never shown her such kindness. Of course she felt jealous! How could she not? She watched him wipe her forehead. This is how he was supposed to treat her – his Luna. But instead, he was playing nurse to her. She couldn’t let Gabriel see her jealousy, though, so she swallowed it down and rema
Shards of the broken blood bowl littered the floor, and Gabriel's voice cut through the tense air.“Get another bowl for Sophia. Look at her, you dumb, clumsy wolf? She needs to feed!” Amelia's fury surged within her, but she had made a promise, and despite her anger, she knew she had to keep it. It would be the last thing she would give to this pack - her blood. A strange weakness washed over Amelia, causing her to stagger slightly, her legs threatening to give way beneath her. The sensation sent shivers down her spine, and she couldn't help but wonder why her Wolf felt so distant. The usually comforting presence that resided within her seemed elusive, as if shrouded in an unexplained haze.She focused her attention on the cut on her hand, the one inflicted by the shattered bowl. It should have been closing, healing rapidly as her Wolf's restorative power surged through her veins. But to her dismay, the wound remained stubbornly open, the crimson droplets welling up as if time had s
Amelia was weary as she walked out of the hospital. She had got what she wanted – Gabriel had rejected her and their mate bond was broken. So why did she feel so sad? She walked towards the woods with a heavy heart. She was fatigued and tired beyond belief from the Wolfsbane poison. Each step she took drained her of the last remaining vestiges of strength, but she pressed on. The woods beckoned to her, offering her solace and sanctuary in their ancient depths. She knew she had to get far enough away from the pack’s territory. Then she could do what she needed to do. She was fueled by determination as she delved deeper into the wilderness. Finally, when she was far enough away, Amelia reached out through the mindlink."Pick me up. I will go with you." For the first time in the past two years she sent the message, with the last of her strength. As soon as she sent it, consciousness slipped away, and Amelia succumbed to darkness. Amelia