Mag-log inSebastian's POV: "On your knees, Mona." I spoke, my voice a dark command as I pulled out the fingers I'd thrusted in her from my mouth. She obeyed in that very instant, slowly going down on her knees, still looking up at me. Her blue eyes glistening in the dark as she looked up at me through her lashes, the reflection of the moon that was behind me caught in her gaze as she sank to her knees. Goddess, she was ethereal. The way her eyes glowed, the way she pouted her pink plump lips, the way her full breasts swelled above the neckline of her garment, the moonlight bathing the exposed skin. Fuck, the sight made my dick harden against my trousers. I didn't even need to say another word before Mona’s fingers began fumbling with the zipper of my trousers. She already knew what came next. She unzipped it slowly exposing my hardened length and when it was fully undone. She drew closer and kissed the tip of my glistening cock. Fuck. MONA’S
Mona's POV: His lips pressed against mine, as he held me closer. He didn't fully kiss me yet. Just stayed there, groaning against my lips as it seemed like only the touch of my lips against his was unraveling him, destroying him. And Goddess, his scent was intoxicating, filling my nostrils as he drew me closer. I wanted to push him away. This wasn't the time to be doing this. Of course, I knew it wasn't. We had a bigger problem on our hands—Damian and the witch hunter—standing in the centre of the maze but here I was.. getting intoxicated by Sebastian's presence. He was still groaning against my lips as he slid one of his hands from my waist, slowly upward, wrapping those huge arms around my neck. His grip tightened slowly as he wrapped them around me. "I hate what you do to me, Mona." He growled against my lips as he choked me and before I could even form a response— He caught my lower lip between his teeth and sucked, slowly and intensely, before
Mona's POV: The witch hunter? The witch hunter AND Damian? What could they possibly be talking about? I squinted again, trying to read their lip movements as they stood in the middle of the garden maze, but I couldn't really make sight of anything. It was really dark. It was also impossible to hear them at all either—I was almost five feet above them. I watched them for a little while, the way they spoke so stealthily, the way Damian laughed a few times during the conversation before looking around to see if anyone was watching them. They seemed too close. Too familiar. Which was weird because I was sure the witch hunter had only gotten here less than two days ago. So how had they seemed so close? And just then I saw the witch hunter pull out something from his pockets and hand it over to Damian. It looked like.. a little sac? A purse? A little pouch? A poultice? Something small enough to hide in a palm. I couldn't tell exactly what it was. But it made me unea
Mona's POV: "Please." She whimpered, grunting harder as she clutched the bleeding wound. "The witch hunter is going to kill him. We need to hurry." My blood ran cold. Him? What did she mean by him? "What are you.. what are you talking about?" My brows furrowed as I slowly knelt beside her. "Who's him?" "The Alpha." She breathed, her voice barely a whisper. "Alpha Sebastian." "Sebastian?" My brows furrowed even deeper. "Wait. Why would—" "Please, Mona." She grabbed my wrist, her grip surprisingly strong. "There's no time to waste." "But I don't.." I shook my head in confusion. "Wait…" I suddenly froze at the realization. "..How'd you know my name?" "You can't let him die, Mona." She ignored my question, her breath getting even more ragged as she pressed hard against her bleeding wound, a way to try and manage the bleeding. "You have to help me so I'll take you there." Take me there? Take me where? I stared at her. At the wound. At the blood pooling beneath her.
Mona's POV: The seamstress had finally finished taking my measurements. I didn't waste time stepping out of the room—my body was already aching from standing still for so long. The other bridesmaids were still inside, comparing fabric swatches and laughing about something I hadn't heard. I didn't care. I just needed air. So many things had happened in the past few days and I was still trying to wrap my head around it. Keisha's wedding date was getting closer and closer by the day. It was only a matter of time before all this was over and I actually had to face reality. And by reality, I meant Marcello. I'd switched off my device for days now, but I knew I couldn't stay in delusion forever. Even though Sebastian and I were mates, was there really a future for us? I was still Luna of Blackwood—a secret I hadn't told him yet—and the moment Keisha's wedding was over, I was going to have to face my fears and find a solution for this whole Marcello situation. I was stand
Kade's POV: "What cufflinks?" "Are you seriously asking me that right now?" Keisha blinked at me, her teasing smile still fixed on her face. "Swear to the goddess you have no idea what I'm talking about." "Swear to the goddess?" I scoffed. "I'm not about to swear to the goddess over some imaginary cufflinks." "You know you don't have to lie to me, Kade." Her teasing smile began faltering. "Keisha, please." I was already running out of patience. "I have no idea what you're talking about and I don't care right now. I have to—" "Wait, you're being for real?" Her smile seemed to suddenly disappear. "Do I look like I'm in the mood for games, Keish?" "I'm confused." Her brows furrowed as she let out a confused laugh, tightening her grip on the fabric slipping from her arms. "But she said you left the cufflinks there last night?" "Last night?" "C'mon. They were gold, Kade." She rolled her eyes like I was frustrating her into reminding me. "..With a







