LOGINWyatt Singleoak
I was the first one to go on a date with Elisa. I had no idea why, but I was nervous about it. She is my mate, nd it should come naturally to me to be with her, but I know she wants depth and to get to know me better, and I am not sure if she would love the dark corners of my soul.
I was raised by a manipulative bastard. My mom was shunned and treated poorly until the day she died. Mom left this world too soon. I have a speck of a soul and kindness becuase she raised me when I was a young boy. When my mother died, love, kindness, and understanding died with her. I was thrown into a world of darkness, one I have been trying to navigate ever since.
My father didn´t allow me to cry at her death. He didn´t give me time to mourn. He didn´t give me time to get myself together when he was breaking me again. He pushed me to train, he sent me abroad, and I was barely ten. He sent me to the most ruthless pack to get formation, and boy, I
Elisa D´AngeloI couldn´t help it, I closed the distance and kissed his cheek. The solemn, ruthless guy was losing his armor before me, and I got to see that vulnerable side of him, that I yearned to be let into.He laced his fingers with mine and led the way to the cliff, where we sat admiring the view and hearing the noise of the water falling at the bottom. The waterfall was beautiful, and when the rays of the sun hit the breeze that was lifted from it, it formed a beautiful rainbow -it was magical."So, tell me, Wyatt... what´s your favorite memory of this place?" I asked,"All and none at all..." he sighed, "My mother loved this place, it was her place of solace. I was a pup when she died... and I was sent away," he said, and I looked at him with a million questions crossing my eyes."Sent away?" I asked, and he nodded."Yes, my father decided that I needed to toughen up, so he sent me to be trained abroad, to the Embe
Wyatt SingleoakI was the first one to go on a date with Elisa. I had no idea why, but I was nervous about it. She is my mate, nd it should come naturally to me to be with her, but I know she wants depth and to get to know me better, and I am not sure if she would love the dark corners of my soul.I was raised by a manipulative bastard. My mom was shunned and treated poorly until the day she died. Mom left this world too soon. I have a speck of a soul and kindness becuase she raised me when I was a young boy. When my mother died, love, kindness, and understanding died with her. I was thrown into a world of darkness, one I have been trying to navigate ever since.My father didn´t allow me to cry at her death. He didn´t give me time to mourn. He didn´t give me time to get myself together when he was breaking me again. He pushed me to train, he sent me abroad, and I was barely ten. He sent me to the most ruthless pack to get formation, and boy, I
Elisa D´AngeloAsteria left for the Vampire Realm with Zane, and the first night I spent with my mates at the cabin was intense. Somehow, I wanted to take things slowly, and yet it felt right to be with them, in more intimate ways than just kissing or holding hands.It felt right, but also deep down, I was still trying to cope with the idea of being mated to so many men. All of them from different bloodlines. Could it be that I am the woman who will reunite those three bloodlines? I have no idea,After the intense night and the even more intense morning. My mates prepared a bath for me and allowed me to have a moment to regroup. They could feel I was confused and vulnerable, and somehow they were attuned to me in such a way that they knew when to pull back and slow down.My body felt different, having so many hands touching my skin, eliciting all those sensations that sent me to heaven and back, had left my body tender and sensitive unexpectedly. Th
Asteria D´AngeloI couldn´t believe it; Zane was a prince. It was no wonder he could open the vampire ark to retrieve the compass. Everything makes sense now, well not everything, but the oracle, the ark, and now this... All of it was a clear sign of something we were not seeing. Zane is the rightful heir of the vampire realm.Sergei and Helia didn´t have offspring, and Zane, being the only son of Princess Scarlett, or Ziva, as Sergei called her in her new identity, made him the next in line to the throne.The Moon Goddess told me to save him becuase the fate of the vampire realm was at stake. Helios is forging our mate bond, trying to get his demise earlier. He did it because he wanted to eliminate all creatures of the night, starting with the easy target: the Vampire realm. If he succeeded, he would then go after Dom.Fuck no! No one goes after my mate, his people, and my family... Now more than ever, we need the medallion. Now, it was
King SergeiThe moment I scented his blood, I knew it. He was not an ordinary vampire; he had royal blood, my lineage. The moment I tasted a drop of his blood, I could go back several years and trace the type of life he had lived, where he came from, but the only thing I could see was white walls, lab coats, and a simple bedroom that was more of a cage than a bedroom.I had to know, I had to see it for myself, so I took another blood, before I could come to the present, the more blood I took, the further into his journey I could go. I took another drop of blood, and then I saw her, my sister, and her mate...I could go as far back as two generations, but I had enough evidence: Zane was Ziva and Zion´s son, my nephew, the heir to the vampire kingdom.What happened to my sister? I focused, and then I saw it... one night, hunters, Zion died protecting his family, and Ziva and the child were taken away...My stomach
ZaneI have seen that woman. Every time I closed my eyes in that cold lab, when I needed comfort, I saw her face. Her eyes told me that I would be fine, that I had a destiny to fulfill.Her face has invaded my dreams and my nightmares. When I was a boy, she gave me comfort, and I always thought she was a construct of my imagination. She had asked me to call her "mother" and never gave me her name, yet I felt safe when she was with me in my dreams, inside my head.Then the nightmares began. She started vanishing, never coming back to me. She was the one who fought the monsters and kept them at bay. Suddenly, she said sorry and never returned. I felt utterly alone, not only locked down in that prison, but in my head, she kept me company, and suddenly I was utterly alone.She was also the only person who called me by my name; others called me "Subject 23." And when she vanished, slowly I started losing the identity that she had given me inside my head. I was







