FIONA I rose to the sound of the house gates creaking. My eyes fluttered open, and I blinked, feeling out of sorts, wrong. I drew the knitted blanket draped over my body close. It wasn't usually opened this early so it did ruin my sleep. I staggered towards a covered window and flicked it aside. The gates were indeed open and strange enough, they were opened for Lydia . I wondered why that was so. Her eyes searched around until they found mine and eventually, we made eye contact. She smiled. The disgusting whore smiled. As if to imply that we were friends of some sort. I scored and put the curtains back in place. "Why was she leaving?" I wondered. Normally I would assume she had charmed a guard or something but the girl was no witch. Neither was she a seductress of any caliber. The only answer that seemed to suffice was that Alexios had let her go and that only brought up more questions. Why would Alexios ever let her go? He hadn't reached out to me since last night. Even his moth
FIONA "Wow," I chuckled, laughing at the euphoria that followed. "You think we should break up?" It felt like the things that haunted my nightmares. Did Alexios really think I would just hear that, give him a smile and call it quits? "That is very noble of you Alexios. Why? Why should we break up? Because you think we are toxic? We are not Alexios!""I am doing this because I love you, Fiona." He told me. Hecate! Did he think I was so gullible! His words seemed to open my eyes. They were closed before. Yes, they were. If not, I would have seen this from a mile away. This wasn't a breakup. No. This was a setup. How could have not seen it before? Alexios noticed my demeanor and tried to move closer. As he did, I looked him square in the face and said. "That is why you sent her off didn't you?" "What...do you even mean by that?"Oh, he was playing dumb. Men. I did love him but I was not stupid enough to ignore the game being played in front of me. Clara paying me a visit and telling
LYDIA I had taken three rides to reach Nightshade territory and for the rest of the journey, I had to manage my foot. It took two days before I arrived right at the gates of the packhouse that once belonged to my family. It looked so different. Perhaps I had been away too long but I remembered the gates to the iron colored black and wreathed to adorn the passageway of the giant mansion that housed the minimum of fifty important werewolves. The hierarchy went from the Alpha and his family to the beta of the pack, powerful sentinels, Deltas, and of course the elders. What however stood in front of me was a giant twin oak door that looked sturdy. I rubbed my finger against the smoothened wood and by the goddess, it felt thick. I doubted a single soul would hear me even knock. I didn't let the thought drag me down however. The new gate was probably erected as a better means of protection. I knocked on the door. A task that hurt my hands and eventually a part of the door flicked open.
LYDIA And there he had me all tongue tied. I wondered if I had been stupid enough to walk into a trap. I didn't know this man. I had never set my eyes on him before. Sure our pack was a relatively big one but there was no way I wouldn't have met a potential Alpha candidate all my life in the Nightshade mansion. I chose the easy way out. I had to deny it. "What the hell are you going on about?" I nervously laughed. "Who is Lydia ?" Shifting forward in his chair, the strange man looked at me intently, his brows drawn together. Sniffing the air, his eyes flashed a glittery blue, and a growl rippled from his lips. Swallowing nervously, I eyed the Alpha wolf shifter in front of me and tentatively sniffed the air. There was a pungent smell that felt familiar. Ginger and turmeric filled my senses, the scent of the spices saturated with a strong cologne that clung to the man before me. Lust hung and shimmered in the air, nearly tangible. It was thick and heavy, sparking jolts of heat and a
LYDIA He nibbled and licked with his lips and teeth, every touch melting my defiance and liquefying my sanity. The surrounding office melted away, the sounds of the guards on the other side of the door ceased to exist, and there was only him. Pulling me closer, he molded my soft frame to his unyielding one. Feeling him thick and hard, thrusting against my soft stomach, I moaned. I gasped into his mouth, and, echoing my groan, he plundered deeper, licking and tasting while our tongues danced and dueled. Clasping my butt in one swift movement, he pulled me against his hard cock, kneading and thrusting in imitation of the act. My core pulsed in response, an emptiness wanting to be filled, to be taken. Inside, my wolf pranced, yipping and howling, rubbing against my skin, wanting to be close to this man. He broke the kiss and circled his tongue on my neck. The hunger in his mouth was evident as his saliva trailed down my skin. I felt his teeth sink into my skin and that was when common
ELLIOTIt’s a cool, cloudy day in July. I’m driving through rural parts of Havenbourne, doing some sightseeing of the autumn leaves. I was lying. I came here to think and clear my head. Being returned to the pack did me no favors. It only made me angrier. The easy way out would be to leave but I couldn't. I had promised Alaska that I would protect Lydia till I breathed my last and I intended to keep my word. I loved Alaska. It hurt that I could not protect her from Duncan. However, this was an opportunity for me to change things. I could protect Lydia . From the sins of her bastard father and of course the clutches of Alexios Rose. Driving down a long stretch of road, I stumbled on the bane of my drive. It was not something fascinating. It was not even a place that would give most people peace but it was different with me. The old cemetery, located in the middle of nowhere brought me peace and returned sanity. There are no small towns nearby. It was very far from the packhouse.
LYDIAI thought I heard the door click. It made me look behind me. There was no one there. It was probably just the wind. I noticed the sky had gotten dark. I looked back at Vitale who looked more like a wounded wolf. His features were shadowed and you could tell that my snarky reply bothered him. With a long sigh, Vitale sauntered back to his table. Picking up a lavender, orb-shaped paperweight, he tossed the weight from hand to hand, most probably mentally replaying every detail of the last half hour. “So…” I drawled, throwing myself into one of the chairs opposite him to prove that I wasn't bothered by him. A desperate bid to sell my story. My mouth was curved up in a feral grin, my leg drawn up jauntily across one knee. “You are my mate. I kissed your soul and you mine. I’m nearly sure of it, ” I said, lowering myself into the opposite chair. “My wolf and yours called to each other. The bond has started. Fragile, but it’s there.” He gripped the orb, exultation throbbing through
LYDIA"Lydia," His husky tone drank my name. His cock was already hard, and just as gorgeous up close as it was in the last wet dream that tormented my sleep. Alexios ran his hands over the shaft a couple of times, emphasizing the size and length of him. My mouth watered. This is what my wolf was asking for—begging for—and now he’s right there and ready for me. All of him.“Time is ticking little luna. It isn't like my dick is going to suck itself.”I reached for his length with my hands, but he immediately grabbed my wrist. “No. You have to earn the privilege of using your hands.”I swear, the floor fell three feet below my knees, and I became dizzy with the sound and scent and sight of him. That hazy, dreamy cologne wrapped around me, and I felt like I was in a dream.Leaning forward, I touched my lips to the head of his cock. His skin is hot and smooth, and it was all that I could do to keep myself from moaning. I hadn't done this many times, and I had never thought that I was tha