Reckless Hearts

~ ZION ~“Zion, is it true you changed Tiana’s birthday location?” I look up as my twin sister enters, concern in her large grey eyes. I turn my attention back to my computer screen and continue working. “If it wasn’t true, Sia, you wouldn’t have been informed.” She sighs. “Fair point. Is Roman around? He said you had some jobs for him.” I cock a brow and sit back in my seat. “Your mate will be there. I may be a workaholic, Sia, but I wouldn’t keep him from his daughter’s birthday.”“Hey, I know that, I was just asking. I do hope you will be there too. She’s turning 5, that’s a big number.”“I will be,” I promise, glancing up at her. She sighs and nods. “Good. You work too hard, Zion.”“There’s a lot to do, you know how things are getting worse for our kind. Bullying at schools, workplaces, and more.” My mood darkens and I frown slightly. “I know that face. Zion…”“Don’t worry about me Sia, focus on yourself.”“In other words, don’t butt into your business? Zion, you have made en

~ MILENA ~Irritation flashes through me as the car comes ever closer. As predicted it would.I’m waiting for the moment Zion’s car that he no longer has control over dangerously drives down this one-way road, and I’ll be here, waiting to pull out in front of him.I have to time it just right. If he hits my car at that speed, I’m the one who will suffer, not him. He’s a werewolf, he’s physically stronger.Now.I turn my car out onto the road, but from his point of view, he wouldn’t have seen I was waiting on standby.Nine seconds until impact…Five…I see his car swerve and I turn my own steering in the other direction, bracing for impact as my car slams into one of the trees lining the road. The windscreen shatters and my airbag bursts out, knocking me back into my seat, and my head spins violently.Fuck.My entire body is jarring with pain. I hear the sound of an even louder crash and struggle to look through the window. My neck hurts…I glance at the passenger seat where a birthday

~ MILENA ~My eyes open, my vision blurry. I rub my eyes. I know I’m in a bed. It feels familiar, and for a moment I wonder if I’m back at my place but… my bed isn’t this large or comfortable.I sit up and look around, my heart hammering as realisation settles in. I know why it feels so… homely.This was our place, where we lived… together.I feel as if I’ve been punched in the gut. What kind of sick joke is he playing? Why did he bring me here?I push off the bedsheet, gritting my teeth at the pain in my thigh and stagger out of bed quietly. I’m about to storm from the room but I’m unable to move when I spot a black gown draped over the large armchair, a book lying open face down on it.My heart begins hammering as I spin around. His jacket still remains on the end of the bed. The shattered mirror is still there. My makeup, our photos…What kind of sick joke is this!Everything is just how we left it that night, aside from the glass on the floor and those pictures. The rest is exactly

~ ZION ~The women clad in risque lingerie twirl around the poles, their shimmering bodies illuminated by the purple and pink lighting of the strip club.I don’t spare them more than a glance, my eyes roaming instead over the seated men - searching for the one I’m here for. It doesn’t take long to find him. His black hair a tousled mess, his purple eyes fixed on the women on stage.Once upon a time I may have appreciated the scene before us, but the moment she had walked into my life, she was the only woman who I wanted to see putting on a show for me. No matter how high-end this place is, it disgusts me now, but I cannot say the same for my brother.Xander sits there - throwing money at the women, a glass of alcohol in his other hand, a cocky smirk on his face, and his arms around two women.He senses me and his smirk falters as he looks at me, instantly sitting up straighter.‘What are you doing here?’ he asks through the mind-link.I walk over to his booth, motioning to the women to

~ MILENA ~Zion looks at me sharply, then lifts me up and rushes me to the bathroom. My body is beginning to burn up, the pain inside my stomach spreading. He places me down by the toilet and crouches down beside me.“Open up,” he commands, gripping my jaw and slipping two fingers inside my mouth. I look up at him, his brilliant blue eyes sharp as they gaze back at me. Multiple memories of that very command from him flash through my mind. But there’s no sparkling sexy glint in his eyes this time, just a cold, dark and dangerous spark as he brutally shoves his fingers down my throat. I let out a choked gasp, but I don’t gag that easily, he should know that.He narrows his eyes as if understanding me and he releases my jaw, his hand dropping to my throat. He squeezes it and, at the same time, he twists his fingers in my throat, making me gag. He then cuts off all my airways. I retch violently and he shoves his fingers in deeper. My eyes sting and then he’s pulling his fingers out and I t