BOOK ONE:“You can fight me all you want, Grace, but you can't ignore what you feel for me forever. If neither of us reject each other the bond only grows stronger. You feel it don't you, your need for me," He calmly said, inching his way toward me. I glared at him, the sound of his voice had me pooling in my. I hated that, hated that all it took was his voice to turn me on, "You're not my mate. I refuse to believe it!" Was all I said before I stormed out of there.__________________________After a drunken one night stand with a stranger, Grace Evans wakes up with a note left at her bedside. The last words of the note both startle and confuse her especially since she saw her mate die in front of her very eyes. What happens when the mysterious stranger now comes to claim her? Will she give in to him or will she reject him, killing his wolf and breaking his heart?
Lihat lebih banyakGRACE
I still remember the day I found my mate. The way he smelt was as fresh as the forest floor. The way his sandy blonde hair was always tied in a man bun. His blue eyes sparkled like the ripples in the ocean catching the glare of the sun. He was a pack warrior, his years of fighting took their toll on him, leaving him with a slightly crooked nose and a red scar that decorated his left cheek. The scar never healed thanks to the silver used to create it.
He was pure muscle, hard, and perfect. His 6'3 height towered over my 5'2 but it was perfect. We fitted perfectly together. We shared so many likes and we shared the same dislikes which made it so much easier for us to get along. It was a bonus that we belonged to the same pack: Silver Dawn.
The day I turned sixteen was my first shift. Carter Dell was in charge of me that day. At the age of twenty, he was losing hope in finding his mate. You see, werewolves are meant to find their mates at the age of eighteen unless their mates are dead or were like me, unshifted.
The moment I shifted, I could feel my wolf restless in my head. She screamed at me, clawed at my mind. His forest scent was the first thing I noticed, making my wolf howl in anticipation and then our eyes met and everything else was history.
Until...
An army of rogues had teamed up with hunters. They attacked our borders and as a pack warrior, Carter had to go protect his pack; i.e. putting his life on the line. I followed him that day because I was trained in combat skills and was pretty good at fighting. The pack needed all the help it could get so many wolves who weren't labeled as the pack warriors stood up that day. Many also died.
Including my mate, Carter Dell.
I had shifted into my chocolate brown wolf which had a snow-white underbelly and was fighting against two rogues. In the process, I hadn't noticed a hunter pointing a rifle at me loaded with silver bullets. All I heard was the sound of the rifle going off, the vibrations flowing through the forest floor, up to my paws, and straight to my heart.
His howl made me whip my head to the side and I found his wolf lying limply on the ground in agony. I realized that he took a bullet for me and saved my life but the price was having to let him go. He died in my arms and I cried till thy kingdom come because the pain I felt was excruciating.
However, something strange happened...
Usually when a mate dies, the other soon dies afterward. Their wolf is the first to go, shrinking back and becoming non-existent because of the pain and then the human form finally gives in to the depression and heartache - but that didn't happen to me.
My wolf never died, my physical form ached but somehow managed to get through it all and began living my life again but just as I was getting used to having no one to call my own, he came into my life.
With his cynical smiles, sultry voice, dazzling honey orbs, chocolate brown locks, and a personality that wreaked with what a jerk he was. He contained every single quality I hated. I couldn't understand why he couldn't just leave me alone. Without even trying he managed to piss me off. All I wanted was to punch his handsome face in and break that pretty straight nose of his.
But I knew better than to do that. I would have rejected him but I wasn't sure if my wolf was ready for that, for the pain. She had just recovered to be thrown in the deep end yet again. Unfortunately for both my wolf and me, the pull to the jerk was so difficult to resist because a mate bond was made to be irresistible. Whether you like it or not, whether you're ready or not, once you found your mate there would be no going back. Rejecting a mate meant killing that person's wolf and your wolf. With no wolf, you would be human.
That prospect didn't sound so bad but I refused to let go of my wolf which meant I had to put up with his antics until I found another way out of the predicament I found myself in. I vowed to never drink again because all of this began from one stupid drunken night where I got hammered and went home with someone I thought I would never see again.
Because fate loved bringing drama my way, I ended up waking up that morning and realized that that stranger would be someone I would possibly be seeing for longer than I anticipated.
All because he somehow thought I was his mate!
GRACE Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe... The room door opened, revealing Monica and Lana. They were the last to arrive but at least the were both fully dressed. I couldn't bring myself to frown at them because they looked absolutely adorable together. Two years had passed since the incident and they had moved on, creating a wonderful life for themselves. Monica was allowed to remain in the pack she called home from birth and I was grateful to Alpha Rykes for that. Cassidy, Diana (my elder sister), and Jasmine (Silas' sister) had been here since morning trying to help me out. Anne would drop in now and then but she mostly remained downstairs to help cater the guests. Anne and I had a rocky start when we met two years ago but we were navigating around our relationship quiet well now. We both shared a love for Silas, Sydney, and our newest addition, Sylvain who just turned three month
SILAS"How the fuck does someone burn toast?" I chastised, grumbling in announce as I bounced the black, hard bread in my hand and then flung it into the sink."Daddy," my seven year old shot me a glare as she chided, "Bad word, and you burnt the toast because you were too busy trying not to burn the bacon," she snickered, sitting on the bar stool and watching me with amusement lighting up her eyes. She was growing up to be such a beautiful young girl."I'm usually not such a bad cook," I pointed out in a hushed tone, making certain not to wake my sleeping mate up.It was now a little over a year since I met Grace and we were going strong. The pack respected her as their Luna, looked up to her and protected her in the same way she protected them. They warmed up to her quickly and I could see how that made her breathe much easier. She stepped into the Luna role and managed to fulfil each and ev
SILASHave you ever loved someone so much that it felt as if you would suffocate without them? Placed all your trust in them to have it broken as if it were some cheap brand of glass that could be bought in an ordinary store? Did someone ever give you the most precious gift anyone could ever pray for and then attempt to take away one of your other prized possessions all at once? Have you ever experienced true love, love with no boundaries, love with no strings, love that was limitless, love that could span across the age of time? And finally, have you experienced loss? A loss that could shatter the heart into pieces that didn't make sense anymore, love that robbed you of the smile that once graced your face, loss that demolished all the hope stirring in your body, a loss that completely and utterly guttered you?I fell in love with Grace the same way she fell in love with me but I still felt conflicted. No longer did I sympa
GRACE"So, what's it like being around so many werewolves?" Monica asked Ambrosia. We were sat in the living room of the pack house.After last night, I hadn't seen Silas. He arrived home late and left before I could wake. I knew the whole situation with Lucille bothered him. No matter how angry she could possibly make him, killing her would never cross his mind. I guess that was the price he had to pay since he still had feelings for her — even if the feelings weren't as strong as what he felt for me. I accepted that he probably wouldn't stop loving the mother of his child completely because I knew I wouldn't stop loving my ex-mate completely. A part of Carter lived within me.It made me feel better that Ambrosia and Tiana hadn't seen their mates either. They were probably with Silas. This morning Tiana decided to drag me to the pack house so she and Ambrosia could get to know me. Cassidy and Gino h
GRACESilas ushered me toward the stage, helping me up the steep steps so I wouldn't tumble down them. He positioned us in the middle, facing the massive crowd of onlookers. My social anxiety decided it would make itself known. I had never been in front of such a massive crowd before. I had never experienced having every single pair of eyes in a room on me before. Some looked at me with hope shining in their eyes, others with confusion riddling their features, and some looked between Lucille who stood at one corner and then at me with anger. They still believed that I was running after a mated wolf. A home-wrecker.Lucille's face contorted in anger, Sydney in her arms. They were inseparable from the moment they met and where Sydney went, Victor would follow. That calmed my raging emotions. Having Victor close to Sydney meant that if anything happened, he could deal with it. Silas was onto something when he decided to issue
GRACEI had gotten Sydney dressed in a beautiful royal blue ball gown. The entire dress shimmered when rays of light bounced of it, giving her an ethereal glow. She resembled a princess, a little silver crown sitting on her head full of luscious light brown curls. The radiant smile that graced her face had my heart swelling in my chest. I loved this little girl more than I loved life itself. It wasn't difficult to fall in love with someone as innocent and bubbly as her.When we were done, I made my way downstairs with her on my hip. I didn't care that she was creasing the delicate material of my dress or that my make-up would potentially smudge thanks to the shower of kisses Sydney pressed against my cheeks. Once Lucille got here I knew I had to let Sydney go and the thought alone was difficult for me to deal with. My stomach churned in anticipation of what would happen and deep down — an instinct I was trying my best to ign
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