LOGINThe night hadn’t been kind to me, and morning felt worse.I hadn’t even made it two blocks from my building before I noticed them. Two men in dark coats standing near the bus stop. One of them leaned against the post, pretending to scroll through his phone. The other had his hands in his pockets, too casual like he was waiting for someone.I ignored them and kept walking. I told myself it was nothing.Then a van pulled up. Blacked out windows its door already sliding open. My heart skipped a beat.The man with the phone peeled off the post and stepped right into my path.“Elizabeth” He said my name like he already owned it. “You’ll come with us.”“No, thanks,” I muttered already backing up. My voice cracked halfway between sarcasm and panic.The second man’s hand shot out, his iron grip around my arm. I didn’t even get the chance to scream before a blur of muscle and shadow slamming into them. Lucien’s guards.Two hulk looking men in dark clothing stood before shielding me. One man
The night air clung to me as we left Elizabeth’s building. My chest heaved as I walked. Damien kept his silence but I could feel his eyes on me. Natasha’s words replayed in my head like a curse. Alex a wolf who had dared to bind himself to Lizzy, dared to reject her, dared to live afterward when rejection should have killed them both and now, if the witch spoke true,he’d found a way to remake that bond with another. But then again what did this mean. How could Lizzy have been his and now my wolf recognises her as ours. I've never heard of someone having two mates. If not for the witch having daid she'd verified it herself I would not have believed her, but she cares for Lizzy and I believe her words. But still I'd need to conduct my own investigation into the matter. I meeded to know everything given that she was also being targeted by the vampires. Everything seemed to tie back to this Alex. When the car doors shut and the driver pulled us away from the block, I finally spoke.
The night air clung to me as we left Elizabeth’s building. My chest was already heavy with too much. Damien kept his silence too, but I felt his eyes on me. Natasha’s words replayed in my head like a curse. Alex a wolf who had dared to bind himself to Lizzy, dared to reject her, dared to live afterward when rejection should have killed them both and now, if the witch spoke true,he’d found a way to remake that bond with another.But then again what did this mean. How could Lizzy have been his and now my wolf recognises her as ours. I've never heard of someone having two mates. If not for the witch having daid she'd verified it herself I would not have believed her, but she cares for Lizzy and I believe her words. But still I'd need to conduct my own investigation into the matter. I meeded to know everything given that she was also being targeted by the vampires. Everything seemed to tie back to this Alex. When the car doors shut and the driver pulled us away from the block, I fina
Laughter flooded the room and every head snapped toward Natasha, who was on the floor laughing uncontrollably.Even I was puzzled by her sudden display. The tension in the air had been suffocating only moments ago, and now here she was, bent over, clutching her stomach.“Mate?” she wheezed through the laughter.“Lizzy, I thought you already had a mate.” She finally stood, brushing off her dress and smirking at me as though she’d just revealed the punchline of the century.“And so did I,” I replied dryly, though the corner of my mouth twitched despite the knot in my chest. “How many mates can one actually have? It’s like a reverse harem over here.”That jab got Lucien riled up, his jaw tightening as his golden eyes flared with restrained anger. But before he could lash out, Damien cut in, his tone clipped and cold.“There can only be one mate per individual,” Damien said firmly, like he was correcting a child. “But what do you mean she already has one…?”“My thoughts exactly,” Lucien
Day had turned to night now and gratefully nothing had changed as of yet. My watch ticked toward midnight, and still we hadn’t seen the witch come out. I sat with Damien in the vehicle alert to any change that may happen, attentive to any danger that may threaten Elizabeth's safety.“She hasn’t come out yet,” he said finally, breaking the silence. “It’s been hours.”“I know.” My eyes didn’t leave the glow of her apartment windows, faint slivers of light passed through drawn curtains . “I wonder what it is they’re doing in there.”Damien shrugged, though the tension in his jaw betrayed him. “Talking, probably catching each other up on the latest gossip. Women tend to do that.”I almost smirked but didn’t. My gut wouldn’t let me, something about the night had been wrong from the beginning, and when that scream cut through the air. It was unmistakably Elizabeth’s, every muscle in my body went taut.I was out the door before Damien finished cursing under his breath, my boots hitting the
The call went unanswered yet again.I frowned at my phone, Elizabeth’s name glowed back at me, then went dark. She always picked up, always and if she didn’t, she called me back within minutes. But last night she never did and this morning… still silence.Which is why I was now behind the wheel, headed toward her place.The closer I got, the more unsettled I felt. The sight of men in reflective jackets working by the roadside only deepened it. A massive tree lay across the road, splintered, dragged halfway aside, sawdust clouding the air. It didn’t look like a clean fall, it was as if something had pushed it overI slowed, my gut twisted, an accident? Maybe.But my instincts said otherwise.I backed up and took a side street, circling around until I reached her apartment complex. I eased into her lot, scanning automatically like I always did. Elizabeth’s car wasn’t in its usual spot. Which was odd. I hesitated, then parked there myself.The moment I stepped out, a prickle ran acro
I had spent the better part of the day locked in yet another round of discussions with the elders of the Blackthorn pack. Formalities, agreements, subtle power plays masked behind polite smiles. Necessary, yes, but suffocating. My wolf stirred with restless irritation the longer I remained seated
It had been eight months since I first met Lucien. Eight months of conversations that never felt forced, of shared silences that somehow spoke louder than words, and of a connection that I hadn’t expected to find again. A month ago, he had asked me out, and we had begun going out every now and the
Elizabeth stepped into the restaurant, and for a second, the whole room seemed to tilt in her direction. Maybe it was just me, but I swear the air shifted the moment she walked in.My chest tightened in the familiar way it always did when I saw her.God, how is it possible she looks even more beaut
Elizabeth’s smile lingered on my chest long after the dinner plates were cleared. It was the kind of smile that could soothe even the sharpest edges of my soul, the sort of warmth my wolf always clawed toward, no matter how many times I forced him back.Dinner had been simple, wine, laughter, litt







