LOGINAurelia writes down our plan for Operation Payback on paper. If that's not a commitment, I don't know what is.
Most of the ideas come from Vesper and Aurelia. I just scrunch up my nose at most of them. Well, maybe all of them. There are a few phases to our Operation Payback: The first one is for me to look awesome and get the attention of un-mated boys at our school. Umm...I think that needs a lot of work, but maybe that can be done. Maybe. I don't know. The second part is for me to flirt with some guys to make him jealous. According to Vesper, all werewolves, especially the Alphas are very possessive of their mates...even with the ones they've rejected. We'll have that theory tested soon. I kinda doubt that he cares. He has the beautiful Pia and all the other girls anyway. The third phase is for me to get a boyfriend since I don't have a mate anyways. The third phase would lead to phase four, and this is the toughest one for me...lose my V-card so that he can feel the pain he causes me when he's with someone else. I'm not sure if I'm on board with this one. "It's not like you're saving yourself for your mate anymore," argues Aurelia when I disagree with the fourth stage. Ouch! They also agree that I should approach Bane and inform him that I accept his rejection to his face. We're not sure what that would accomplish or what would happen after that since mates rarely reject each other. "LivBaby, you have to commit to this. Promise me you're going through with this. He made you suffer, he's gonna pay. He should feel at least a fraction of the pain he put you through. You're gonna show him what he's missing. You're going to show him that you don't need him. He needs *you*," commands Vesper spiritedly. "Gosh, if I were you, I'd be so mad. If Kane ever did something like that to me, I'll castrate him. I'll cut off his..." "Hey, hey, hey...Kane would never do something like that to you, Vesper. You know he's crazy about you," I cut her off. She's getting all worked up over nothing. "Wow, I've never heard Vesper sounded so violent before," laughs Aurelia, looking impressed. "But yeah, Livana is right. Kane is nothing like that d*ckhead Bane," agrees Aurelia. "Doesn't he know that an alpha needs his true mate to be really strong? This pack is going to the wolves...like literally." "I'm getting an ulcer just thinking about him and Pia leading the pack," shudders Vesper. The thought of the two of them together is less painful now. Maybe because I haven't been around him in a while. I don't think I'm good enough to be a luna, but I don't know what I'll do when the two of them become leaders. "You think they'll kick me and my family out of the pack once they become alpha and luna?" "They can't do that, can they?" asks Aurelia. Yes, they can. The three of us sit in thoughtful silence for a few minutes before I suggest that we let our wolves out and go for a run. It's a great relief to let Nyx out. I feel light and feel almost normal again. I should let my wolf out more often. Aurelia ends up spending the night at my house. Vesper has a date with Kane later that night and has to leave. Both Vesper and Aurelia are coming for a sleepover again tomorrow night. After Vesper left, Aurelia wants to watch Deadpool and drools over Ryan Reynolds. I've drooled over him like a thousand times, so I decided to butcher Elizabeth Browning's beautiful sonnet How do I Love Thee, changing the word love to reject and tape it on my wall."Well, we've done all you've asked of us," says Bane, breaking the silence. "Now, are you going to turn her back into a werewolf as she was before?" "Wait a minute!" yells Pia, suddenly raising her head back up. Her eyes move from Bane to Vivian. "You said you were going to kill her. You didn't say anything about turning her back into a werewolf." Vivian starts laughing. "Oh, you stupid mutt. Of course, I'm going to get rid of her." "But that wasn't our agreement! You said you were going to turn her. You said you weren't going to hurt her," yells Bane. His posture changed like he's about to charge. Vivian laughs harder. "I lied! There's no way anybody can turn her back into a werewolf. She's a lycan now and she's going to die a lycan." Beside him, Pia is smiling wide. "No, you promised you won't hurt her! I won't let you touch her," he growls. "Oh, you won't let me?" Vivian raises an eyebrow, looking at Bane with her eyes narrow warningly. "You're forgetting your place, werewol
This can't be happening. My heart is calling out for him so desperately.This is a nightmare. I will wake up anytime now, and I will be in our room, in our comfy bed, with his arms around me. He will gaze at me with those beautiful, unusual silver-gray eyes of his from under his long, dark, sooty eyelashes. His hair will be all mussed with a few locks falling over his forehead. He will smile at me with those sensual, firm yet soft lips of his. He will laugh that deep laugh that always leaves me weak at the knees once I tell him about this nightmare. He will sooth away my fears with his warm hug and amazing kisses.None of this is real. None of this is real. Yet the cold, hard cement floor underneath me feels so real. How long have I been here? Can't be too long since I can see light filtering in from the gaping roof.The thought of not being with Caspian again makes my heart feels like it's shattering into tiny million pieces. I know I wouldn't survive it.Then another thought comes t
We hit the high-end jewelry boutique first. A few nights ago, I'd secretly measured Caspian's ring finger with a piece of string while he was fast asleep, feeling like an absolute creep. But hey desperate times. The jeweler brought out tray after tray of men's bands. I wanted a simple, elegant titanium and brushed-gold band that fit within my personal budget of two hundred and seventy-three dollars and fifty cents. Selene offered to put the rest on Caspian's card or use her own money so I could get something extravagant, but I was firm I wanted to buy his ring with money I'd earned myself. We finally found the perfect piece, and Selene assured me he'd be obsessed with it. "The guy worships the ground you walk on, Livana. You could hand him a twist-tie and he'd wear it like a crown," she laughed. While we were there, we also picked up a birthday present for Aurelia using the black card. We found a stunning white-gold filigree necklace and bracelet set with a tiny diamond embedded in
I was so relieved the bed was still standing that I completely lost my mind and started kissing the mattress. I mean, who actually does that? Me! A complete lunatic. And now my mate was lying next to me, practically suffocating from silent laughter. After a moment, Caspian pulled the pillow off his face, propping his chin on his elbow. His silver-gray eyes were sparkling with mischief, his lips twitching as he tried and failed to look serious. "I'm sorry, sunshine," he murmured, his voice thick with amusement. "I didn't mean to laugh at you." "Right. Sure you didn't," I grumbled. "Why the long face?" "Haven't you noticed? Our entire room looks like a missile hit it," I groaned, waving a hand toward the shattered glass and broken wood. "That's completely fine, sweetheart. We'll just replace everything." He reached out, playfully tugging a strand of my hair. "And I kissed the mattress," I added solemnly. "You're stuck with a crazy mate, Caspian." His eyes flashed with warm, wick
The drive home is suffocatingly quiet, but the air inside the vehicle is electric. The standoff at the pack house poked every aggressive, battle-hungry instinct in our blood, and now we’re all vibrating with unspent energy. My heart is beating a frantic rhythm against my ribs pure, unfiltered adrenaline craving an outlet. "I'm going for a run," Selene announces the second the car stops in our driveway, her fingers laced tightly with Silas's. "Great. I'm going to the training grounds to smash some equipment," Julian grunts, his eyes glowing amber. "What about you two?" "Painting session," Caspian says smoothly. Before I can ask what that means, he scoops me up, throws me over his broad shoulder like a sack of flour, and marches up the steps. Fluffy pink earmuffs and squeaky toys!* The moment we cross the threshold of our room, Caspian kicks the heavy door shut behind us. He sets my feet on the floor, his smoldering gray eyes dark with uninhibited hunger. In a fraction of a
We follow him up the steps. Caspian's fingers remain locked firmly through mine. Julian falls into step on my left, while Selene and Silas cover our rear like a royal honor guard. As we walk, I make a mental map of the warrior positions. I catch the subtle twitch of window curtains on the second and third floors, rolling my eyes at the amateur surveillance. If they try anything stupid, we will dismantle them. But we aren't senseless monsters; the non-combatants and kids hiding upstairs won't be touched. The warriors outside, though? They’re playing a dangerous game. Beta Stevens leads us through the vaulted foyer and into a heavy oak door on the right. More guards line the interior walls. Naturally. It’s a massive board room featuring a long mahogany conference table, wrapped with high-backed leather chairs. The tall windows overlooking the grounds are covered with thick, sound dampening velvet drapes to keep werewolf ears from eavesdropping from the lawn. Six older men sit
I didn’t know why I felt lighter that morning. Maybe it was because I was almost eighteen, or maybe it was because school would finally end soon. Or, more likely, I was just tired of feeling uncertain all the time. Aurelia was already waiting near the lockers when I got to school, though Vesper an
I regretted agreeing to Aurelia’s stupid plan almost immediately. The moment she walked into my room carrying three shopping bags, makeup, and the confidence of someone about to ruin lives, I already knew peace was no longer an option for me. “You still dress like you’re preparing for emotional win
I was trying. That was the embarrassing part. I was actually trying to feel normal again. The movie playing in the background wasn’t even interesting anymore, but Aurelia kept reacting dramatically to every scene like she deserved an award for emotional support. “That man is definitely the killer,”
Morning came slowly. I was still drifting somewhere between sleep and being awake when my mother’s voice cut through the room. “Livana. Wake up.” I pulled the blanket higher over my face, prompting her to snap, “Livana. Don’t start today.” A second later, the blanket disappeared completely, and col







