Cora's POV
I wake up to two pairs of eyes glaring at me. Sawyer was sitting by my side on the bed. The room smelled like him. His cologne scent was everywhere. Everything became vividly clear. Now I understand why Patty hid things from me. With this knowledge, I can't bring myself to hate her anymore. This is a secret that they don't reveal and true, I would have relocated if she had told me about it. I wouldn't have allowed myself to get so caught up. She found her love and accepted him the way he is. What about me?
I can't believe this. Not only is Bray a Dragon but Sawyer is also a werewolf. Two mysterious creatures at that. Yes. I remember his tattoo. It's the only good thing I have discovered. I can tell my mum. There are so many things I need to know so I sit up on the bed.
He looks fresh and his hair still has a bit of dampness. It means he just had his bath and was all dressed. I like him better in human form, even with the fierceness laced with him b
Cora's POV A cool wind of relief washes over me as soon as Sawyer refuges in front of my house. It's indeed good to be home. My little house suddenly feels safer to me than the huge mansion with all those guards Sawyer calls a pack. For a moment, I thought I was never going to see my family again. It feels suffocating to be in a place that big. "Are you alright?" Sawyer asks with concern as he pulls over. I couldn't tell him how elated I was. "Yes," I said, glad he gave me the weekends off. All I want right now is to snuggle into my little bed and cuddle myself to sleep. "I will see you on Monday," he said, as he leaned in to kiss me on the cheek. I did not refuse him. "Thank you. See you on Monday," I said.I went to the room and mum was sitting on the couch with a cup of tea. She was displeased with something and I suspected it because I didn't come home last night. I wanted to avoid her. From her check-ups, I know she is fine but I don't
Cora's POV I can't believe this. Cecil has just complicated things for me. I warned her not to upload anything but she did. How did Sawyer get her social media account anyway? I purse my lips in resentment at my sister's action and think of a reasonable explanation to it. I have never been this scared of Sawyer as I am now. His gaze is like daggers at the moment, as the hairs on his hand are standing straight. I can hear his heartbeat and I might just pee on myself. I try to stay calm. Taking a deep breath. "It's not what you think." He grits his teeth. "It's not what I think? He balls his hands into fists and hits the table hard. I jump in fright, with my hand on my chest, as I watch documents flying in the air and making a scattering mess on the floor. "Sit down," he roars again. I can hear my heartbeat. I have never been in a position to face a man's wrath in my life. I sit back instantly, as I watch the pitiful documents on the floor.
Cora's POV No, I have to stop him. But I am no match to him in terms of strength. "I haven't given you permission to get up from your seat," he roars. I walk briskly to my seat and fish out for my phone with shaky hands, with my heart still pounding in my chest. I have to call somebody. Anybody. Before I unlock my phone, he yanks it from me, dropping it on the table. He holds my chin and lifts it forcefully locking his gaze with mine. "This is between you and me, Cora. I won't hurt you. All I want to do is mark you and make you mine." I can see the seriousness and lust in his eyes. This isn't the Sawyer I know. This man here is nothing like him. But what if this is the real him? Can I live with it for the rest of my life? "B. But I am not ready." His face turns pale as he releases his hold on my chin. His stare focuses on my wrist. "That wristwatch. Where did you get it?" With his furious tone, he will be angrier if I told him Bray gifted it t
Brayden's POV The anger, bitterness, jealousy, and pain I've kept bottled up, all rolled up to one, the minute Steve alerted me to listen to their conversation. Even though I got those gadgets installed, I never listened to them myself because I never wanted my jealousy to cause any rage in me to make me lose my cool. With time, he has given me updates on everything. Immediately I heard the accusation, I knew there would be trouble, knowing Sawyer's anger. I didn't know I was going to be delayed at the car park by the hoodlums he sent against me but even in my human form, my mage powers were very well effective and none among the ten tugs was a match for me. I followed the tracker, straight to Sawyer's office, just in time to prevent him from forcefully marking her. I listened to their conversation all the way and realized how much she lied, trying to cover up for me. All I wanted to do was strangle him. I knew security would also try to stop me so I ha
Coras' POV I wasn't mentally ready but maybe my resistance was based on fear. The fear of what will happen to the other party or what either party was capable of doing to the other if he is not chosen. This is the most difficult decision I have ever had to take in my life. I don't know whether mum's advice is best at this moment. Can't I let both of them go? Brayden has been through a lot to just come and rescue me and Sawyer was there for me when I needed him. Sawyer has become a frightful caricature and I am scared of what he will do next. I wanted to choose him so that he doesn't shoot Brayden but what is the assurance that he will let Brayden go if I choose him? Now, Brayden's words sound like my mums'. True love should be able to stand the test of time, even in death like in the movie, 'Titanic' or, Shakespeare's 'Romeo and Juliet'. Not all love stories have a happy ending but even if it has to be a tragic one, I don't want to die with a guilty heart. I have to
Third Persons' POV Sawyer feels as if a bucket of Coldwater has been poured on his head. What was he thinking? Yes, he was angry but did it have to come to this? He was still trying to win her but how could he mess things up like this? His greatest weakness has been his anger and he has never taken the pain to work on it. Now, he lost his mate because of it. The regret suddenly waked a new pang of anger in him. Not at Brayden, not at Cora but himself. The same anger that led to the death of his parents, is the same anger that made him kill Coras' father. Now, this same anger has made him lose her. He has the conviction that had he remained calm and questioned her sanely, things wouldn't have been this bad. The only way to vent his anger was to make someone pay. Since there was no one in sight, his furniture suffered. He hurled his swivel chair above him, as he threw it on the ground. The Apple laptop on his desk was shown no mercy either. Even Coras' fo
Brayden's POV The drive to my villa was serene. I always desired to bring Cora here but never thought it would be this soon. I never wanted to send her home in the first place but neither did I want her to feel that I was taking advantage of her situation. It was hard enough for me to drive towards her house and when she begged me not to leave her, I felt the fulfilment I always craved. I wanted her to need me as much as I needed her. I know that she loves me but I still want to hear her say it. It must be traumatic for her to know about her father's murderer and for everything that has happened tonight. I can't help but feel embittered for not killing Sawyer but I know best. We got to the villa and I helped Cora out of the car. Well, I carried her because she was already asleep. She was sleeping like a baby and I didn't want to wake her. Nonetheless, she startled awake when her body touched the bed and ogled me in the eye. I hadn't turned on the light but I
Cora's POV I wake up with Bray hovering kisses over me. The sun's rays pierce through the large floor-to-ceiling glass window, magnificating the velvet curtains. The interior of the room has a royal touch to it. Wait a minute. Where am I? This is neither his penthouse nor cottage. This is so much like a castle. "Bray," I call while gently nudging him. "Hmmm," He murmured, not taking his lips off my face. "Where am I?" He laughs hysterically. I feel enchanted by his laughter. Bray never laughs this much. What changed? With his mood, he looks no more than a teenager with a youthful bliss on his face. "You are in my villa. Wait. Did you forget everything that happened last night?" My stupid blush. I can feel the heat rising through my cheeks again. Of course, I remember. I remember everything. Now, a coil of shyness embraces me as I keep my gaze on the clothes scattered on the floor. I can't believe that I had the guts to beg him to make love to me. Did