LOGIN“Don’t you think you will want to talk about what happened when you are about to get questioned?” Malisha asks him.
He shrugs.“I want to tell you about it now. You seem easier to talk to, and it is better to get it over with if I am being honest,” Joshua says.Malisha grins at him, and can feel her cheeks getting hurt from her grin, but she can’t see m to calm down.She sits down in front of him, and says, “You can start.” She gets her phone and puts on her voice recorder.The silence surely is deafening. Training grounds were never this quiet. Had she known it was going to be this bad, she would train with Sage alone. Conversations died the moment she passed. How was she supposed to ignore that? She lets out a mental frustration. She was going to ignore it at the end of the day. There was nothing she could do right now. She walks to Sage, and he gives her a blank look. “You’re late.” She rolls her eyes. “I am NOT that late.” She raises an eyebrow. “You sound disappointed.” He shakes his head. “I do not, but you look distracted.” She narrows her eyes at Sage. “I have been here for like, two minutes plus, you always think I look distracted.” His lips turn slightly. “That is because you always are.” “I beg to differ,” Malisha replies. “Let’s begin,” he says, and she nods. They start with sparring drills, and even though Sage is a powerful wizard, he really is a good fighter. He really is fast, but he did not have the physical abilit
Joanne looks at Grayson’s mother in shock. His father leaves the both of them sensing that the conversation is not for him. “You are actually really serious,” Joanne says in disbelief. “Of course, I am.” His mother says rising from her seat with grace. “I only want what is best for my son, and while he is pining over someone who does not want him anymore, it hurts me to see.” “But he is the one who rejected her, right?” Joanne asks carefully. “Forget about that. The past is irrelevant. He wants her, and she does not want him so, make him want you,” she tells Joanne. The words settle heavily in her room. “You are saying it like it is easy.” Joanne says after letting out an exhale. “Of course it will not be easy, but you are beautiful girl, and you seem to be smart, and you have a sense of duty. I am sure you will find your way.” Joanne looks at the lycan queen in shock while wondering if this is the best thing for her to do when Grayson has openly stated that it was only
“We did not think you will be coming back so soon, Grayson,” his mother mutters. “So, why is she here?” “I was invited,” she replies. Grayson’s eyes turn light brown indicating that his wolf is getting annoyed. “I was not speaking to you.” The woman flinches, and normally, Grayson would have felt pity for her, but all he could feel is anger. “Don’t be rude to her,” her mother scolds him. He ignores his mother’s words. “Who is she? And what is she doing here?” “Her name is Joanne,” her mother says. “And so? What is she doing here?” Grayson is trying as hard as he can to control his anger, but it does not seem to work. “She came here to have a meeting with us,” his father says. Grayson scoffs. “I hope she is not here for what I think she is.” “Grayson, sit down,” his father commands. “No, I will want to hear whatever it is you have to say.” Grayson angrily says. “I have a feeling I will be walking out of this discussion.” His father glares at him, but Grayson
The moment Malisha and Sage go to the training hall, Malisha can sense a kind of quiet. It seemed as though the people were talking, and became extremely silent the moment she entered. She looks at them suspiciously, but decides to brush it off. Her wolf is at high alert. We are being watched, her wolf tells her. "I know," Malisha mutters trying to hide the unease. She can tell that everyone is watching her, and she can tell that they want to say something. Sage comes beside her, and they walk together. "You can feel it too," Malisha states. "Yes," Sage replies. Malisha groans, but they walk outside, and she hears it. What some of them were probably saying and thinking before. I thought the prince and princess Malisha are no more? I thought he rejected her Does she still want him that much? I assumed that his chosen mate will be Willow, or someone else Malisha hears everything, and her heart squeezes at that. Willow? Malisha and her wolf think to thems
She was so going to kiss him, and she knew it. She would blame it on her ovulation because Grayson was saying all the right things, and she obviously could not think clearly anymore. “You know, I will always want you, right?” Grayson asks lowly. “I would not know,” Malisha replies even though she can see it in full effect, and she is currently losing herself because of him. This is exactly why she told him she could not pick him, and she thought she had gotten to him, but instead, he makes her want to dive into his arms. She was forgetting about the rejection, and she could not deny she was not really faulting him for that anymore. Instead, she was just trying to protect herself so she won’t lose herself in the process. Plus with the problem of the savages, and their wants. She knew it was not a good idea to want to be with Grayson, and she was going to find a way to yank the thread that was connecting them together. The thread that was making her irrational. The thread that w
Malisha rolls her eyes even though Grayson is caging her in, and she is feeling the tension of being this close to him. “The wizard is not the one for you,” Grayson says simply. “More like YOU are not the one for me,” Malisha mutters. “Then explain to me why we are fated mates?” He asks looking like he is still trying to rein in the anger. “Were,” Malisha corrects with an evil gleam in her eyes. At this point, it seemed as though she got off from egging on the lycan. She loved the effect she had on him, and how affected he got whenever it concerned her. “Stop fucking saying that, Malisha,” he says exasperatedly. “What I am feeling does not feel like it is in the past, and the moment you accept that, the better for you,” Grayson says which makes Malisha snicker. “I can’t believe the Lycan prince is this deluded,” she says. “You better believe it, Mal.” “Do not call me that,” she tells him glaring. “But the wizard can call you that?” Grayson asks without even maski







