Camila Castello.“You’re a rogue.” He stated, with no air of questioning surrounding his tone. He sounded as if he knew what he was saying. That he is certain of what he’s saying. His eyes narrowed slightly, never leaving mine. “Became one not too long ago.” I got over my initial shock, my lips slanted into a humorless smile. “Well, geez. Thank you for stating the obvious, I didn’t realize I’ve gone rogue.” The words rolled off my tongue without me thinking twice—a bad habit of having a sharp tongue and witty responses at the very tip of it, one that would get me killed sooner rather than later. It’s quite obvious he wasn’t impressed by my response, because he was silent for a few seconds, his brow arching slightly. “You’re pretty daring.” He commented, though his tone was blank so I couldn’t tell whether he was amused by the fact or not. “You have an awful sharp mouth as well.” “Thanks, I’ve heard that a lot.” What is wrong with me? I’ve always had a response, always so 99 percent
Camila Castello. He held my gaze for a short while, his red irises scrutinizing me, while his lips were set into a straight line. From what I’ve gathered on him, he’s not exactly an open book. He keeps his emotions in check, masking them away under veil one can’t see past. Even those few emotions he’d allowed to be on display, they are never truly from deep within, at least, not entirely. Yet, as he held my gaze, his hand still keeping a firm hold on my neck, I could somehow tell what was going on in his mind, or so I hoped. He was vetting me, trying to see if my words genuinely came from my heart, that I do believe he won’t hurt me or I’m just putting on a façade to appear strong. The truth is though, it’s the former. I do not believe he would kill me. I just know he won’t. At least, not at that very moment. Not so surprisingly, though we really need to figure out how this mind hearing thing would work, he heard what was on going in my mind. For the nth time since we crossed pat
Adrian Moretti.“I’m sorry, but you can’ see the Prince at the moment. He’s currently…occupied.” Caleb’s voice came from the other end of the door, fending off the visitor there. A moan came from the room, confirming his words. A high pitched voice, belonging to one of the harems as she moaned my name. “Oh, Prince Adrian! Yeah…just like that, yeah…right there, Oh My!” A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I carried on with my current task at hand, pushing myself further, slowly making my way towards my reach, my breathing heavy. One after the other, I hastened my action. Just a few seconds…I’m nearly there. Another moan came from the harem, matching my speed, her voice becoming louder I’m certain everyone within that mile radius could hear her. “Oh, yes, I’m close, I’m so close!” Silence ensued from the other side of the room, before the voice of the unwelcomed guest came. “It appears so.” Klaus’s gruff voice came, not holding any suspicion or anything. He tried to keep his tone monoton
Adrian Moretti.“WHY IS THERE NO SIGN OF HER ANYWHERE? DAMMIT!” My hand that was curled into a fist collided with the nearby tree, making a hole appear in it, following the imprint of my fist. I didn’t stop there, there was too much frustration running through my mind, too much pent up anger that propelled me to keep punching the tree, making more holes appear in it. The tree shook, making birds fly away, their chirps filling the area of the forest we’re currently in, leaving it eerily silent save for the heavy breaths of a frustrated wolf—of me. Despite the pain shooting through my hand, I didn’t stop until a voice came from behind, a hand going to rest on my arm and pulling me back with a jerk. “Enough, Adrian.” Caleb’s voice was firm, though laced with a bit of anger as well. Is his anger directed towards me or the situation? I have no idea. Perhaps, both even? He’s been saner than I’ve been, which makes sense since he isn’t the one whose mate has been missing for days with no sig
Adrian Moretti.“Would you rather she dies then, than to leave her alone? Think about it, Adrian. Think about the pain you’d be in if she dies.” I shook my head, unwilling to even fathom the thought. I know she’s alive. Though we haven’t mated, Zeik, my wolf, could still feel hers. She’s alive, somewhere. And that’s the only thought keeping me sane. That she’s alive. I’ll chose that for her over anything.” “—you haven’t been in the castle for days, Adrian, rummaging the forests in search for her. Come back, the King has been asking for you. Don’t let him get a whiff of this, he’ll use it against you and her.” I hate that he’s right, I hate that he’s always the one with the clear mind to assess the situation. “I’ll have some of your Shadow Guards out to look for her. In the meantime, please return to the Castle. Please, Adrian.” I didn’t fully grasp what Caleb meant then, and even if I did, I chose not to believe it, still headstrong on the believe that only I could save my mate and
Camila Castello.Perhaps, it was stupid of me to trust Cassain, the Vampire King and plead him to provide protection for me in his Kingdom, especially not in a place where I’d be surrounded by blood thirsty vampires whose favorite blood is that from a person. But, I’d rather take my chances with that, and put my trust in Maya who said he won’t do me any harm, for the sake of my child. Somehow, he paid heed to pleading, I don’t know how, but he listened to my pleas and actually took me in. He didn’t ask any further questions on what happened or why I’m on the run, nor did I ask questions as to why he was there on Wolf lands when he’s rumored to never leave his castle. Following that, very few words were exchanged between us. Starting with him catching an animal on me to feed on to satiate my hunger, he carried on our little trip to his Kingdom. It’s far from the Werewolf Kingdom, and even in wolf form, it would take one months—around two to do so. But, Werewolf speed stands nothing a
7 YEARS LATER.Camila Castello. I take it back. Cassain Gregory is a ruthless son of a bitch. My body went flying across the field like a ragdoll, my back hitting the bark of a tree and the breath in me got knocked out for that brief second, a hand wrapped around my neck tightly, cutting air supply though not enough to kill me, but enough to make me surrender or at least, show who has triumphed. Those all too familiar red irises met mine, amusement twinkling in them while the corners of his lips tiled upwards into a small, victorious smile. “I win.” Cassain declared, before pulling his hands off my neck, allowing me to drop on the floor. Unlike before though, I didn’t fall on my back. Rather, I fell on one leg and one knee, which is an improvement on my part as I coughed, trying to regain my normal breathing. My eyes burnt slightly from unshed tears, wired along with the cut off source of air, but I blinked them back. I flicked my head up, my eyes narrowed in slits at the man sta
Camila Castello.“Luna!” I got down on my knees, just in time my daughter came bouncing into my open, and awaiting arms. The moment she was safely in my hold, I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close to me. I placed my head on hers, taking a whiff of her scent that always calm me down, while her small arms wrapped around my neck. “My baby,” I cooed. Pulling back to keep her at arms-length, I playfully narrowed my eyes at her, “Tell me,” My hand went to her head, patting down the few tendrils that escaped the neat pigtails. “Have you been good to Uncle Salazar and Aunt Ria?” I asked, referring to Joana’s parents, whom have been acting as god parents to the little girl in my absence. Luna’s small lips slanted upwards into a mischievous smile as she feigned a look of thought. “Uhm…” She then bobbed her shoulders, a small chuckle escaping. “…maybe?” If possible, my eyes narrowed even more because her saying that only means she’s given the two a tough time—an action she’s way too