*HERON’S POV* “Ahhh!” Sitting in my wheelchair, I looked at the frightened girl before me. Though she had panicked and stood there with her small hands covering her eyes, all I did was roll my eyes at the nuisance that she constantly was. Silly me for thinking that I had a right to be naked in my own room. Motionless with a see no evil stance, her chest heaves rapidly. Must she act so fucking innocent all the time? Alphas were goddess-blessed to have bigger packages. Is that why she was scared? ”Don’t you see that you are blocking the doorway?” I snapped without wrapping a towel around me for the fun of it. Slowly she removes her hand, peeking through the crevices of her finger. Her eyes bulged as they dropped onto my lap. Flushed with fright, she trembles and runs out the bedroom door. The virgin card was too overplayed. One would think that she came from a convent. Particularly with the certitude that she had a mate before, I lacked the understanding of how he could not have de
*MIKAYLA’S POV* It's been nine days since Alpha Heron was in the hospital. The cottage was surprisingly light and quiet without his presence. Sage does not even bring home any she-wolves. Most days he was in Heron's office working his ass off. While Forbes mainly goes to the training ground with Axel and assists Sage in the areas that require it. My duties remain the same, but I go to the hospital daily to see Alpha Heron. I ensure that the nurses change his bedsheets. Then I read and sing to him, and most importantly, I keep his face and hair trimmed and clean. I thought he might wake up when he realized my annoying presence was constantly around him. My wolf was sad at her alpha's comatose state. The condition is highly confidential, and no one tells me the reason he suddenly blacked out. One day he went out with Sage and Forbes and did not return with them. I'm glad that no one blames the maid or thought suspiciously of me in any way. Instead, they look to me to still provide hi
HERON’S POV*- CRASH!!!!! The desk went flying across the office, against the left window to the front of the house. My wolf has gone completely ballistic. He’s raging and I cannot stop him. Why? Because I understand his aggression. Tyr is not one to recede and let go. He would rather hunt Charlotte down and deal with her as his mate. She knows that I’m after her and she is twisting me in her poisonous web like an idiot. Charlotte keeps moving. Skipping from town to town like we are in a game of hopscotch. Habitually, she finds another lover each time. Fucking like a nymphomaniac. Goddess knows where she gets her sexual appetite from. I'm an Alpha, yet I don't go around screwing the whole fucking town! No matter what fictitious veneer I disguised on my exterior, my insides were whirling and twisting in wretched pain and endless grief. Every day was like a blunt dagger stabbing and wrenching into my heart. No, I won’t force her to love me. I'm at my limit. She's pushed me enough.
*MIKAYLA’S POV* The most lethal glare and charring aura are always emitted by Alpha Heron whenever we cross paths. It’s that kiss in the hospital. We do not speak about it. It’s best forgotten. After all, it’s not my fault. He’s the one who had me in his vice-like grip and forced the kiss. He ought to be apologizing to me. Plus, he’s such a terrible kisser. The damnable recount crept out of its corner into my mental vision. It caused long-forgotten desires to visit the surface of my consciousness. Desires that I assumed had perished with Andy. There were no sparks, but there was something fervid.........and it was too frightful. Conceivably, it could explain why Nikki and other she-wolves chased these attractive guys for intimacy. They were said to be fantastic in the sack. Needless to say, Heron was sexy, hot and manly, if you know what I mean. I'm not blind to his sex appeal, but I never gave it much attention, knowing the dangers associated with sleeping around with them, until t
MIKAYLA’S POV* Ever since I began working at the cottage, my heartbeat has never been regular. The heightened anxiety, the wariness, and the fear, all caused my heart to palpitate every day. When you combine that with working with a bipolar Alpha, you get a she-wolf with severe panic episodes. How is it that I was supposed to be a prize? Heron had met my gaze, cold glare to cold glare, before he wheeled past me like I was not woman enough. Good! I'd rather jump from a cliff before I am caught in his bed. Fortunately, my phone was intact after it fell to the floor yesterday. There were no breaks or cracks. Had it been damaged, I would have to immediately replace it in order to maintain contact with Luna Phoebe. Since Heron was discharged from the hospital, Luna has instructed me to remain vigilant of his health and to notify her if he experiences any further pain. I spy on him to accomplish that, and although he perceives that I'm there, he turns a blind eye. Sage and Forbes laughe
MIKAYLA'S POV* “Yes, Mikayla,” Axel pulled my focus to himself, but I forgot why I came into his office in the first place based on the other party in the room. Releasing a deep breath, I said, “I have to go home and make the Alpha’s dinner.” I cast my head to the right, keeping my view on the filing cabinets near the corner of the room as I spoke to avoid the two pairs of piercing eyes in the room. “I’d like to head back now.” Axel chuckled, so I sent him a hard look. Then he said with a straight face, “I agree. You should go home and take care of your Alpha.” “Thank you,” I politely turned on my heels. Before I could open the door, the husky voice stopped my motion. “Stop,” his rough, commanding tone stated. This was what caused me to look at him. His penetrating blue globes glowered straight into my soul. He clenches his fist and glares at me while his pupils enlarge and his jaw tightens. “Aren’t you getting a little too bold these days, Mikayla? Your insolence does not go u
*HERON’S POV* This is the millionth time that I am staring down at my phone. There are messages from my family and commanding officers but none from her. It’s been three months, two days, three hours, and six minutes since we've been hunting Charlotte. The degree of the damage to my heart from that piece of note that Axel gave me or when she told me not to see her again, was amazing. Her words were truly hurtful and the hole in my life remains void. She decided the fate of our mate bond on the hearsay of others instead of seeking to find out what could evolve out of it. Rather than being civil, and talking like adults, she plays a deadly love game. Unanswered phone calls and unreturned messages are building my insanity. Simon went as far as hacking systems to find a contact number for her. Then she slips through our fingers. It's almost as though she is being aided, but by whom? So, every day when the sun sets, a bottle goes to my mouth. Sage and Forbes, of course, cannot tell me w
*HERON’S POV* Closing my eyes was to shut out the overbearing presence of those around me. I am in the den at the cottage, lying on the alabaster white slipper couch. Fuck, my head ached tremendously. I placed my left hand on my forehead, massaging it. I had dreamt of Charlotte. We lived in a suburban community with two kids. We had two little boys that were playing in the sprinkles on the front lawn. Coming from work, I parked at the side of the driveway, and watched my boys frolick in the water. When they saw me, they ran over to embrace me, soaking and getting my pants wet. Charlotte came to the door to reprove our boys for drenching me. I picked up each of them in my arms, walked over to her and placed a kiss on her lips. The last thing that I recall was her lips on mine and hearing her telling me that she loved me. It was a wishful dream. One that I thought was dead, but it seems that my heart pines and clings to the delusion. “Did you say that you found Charlotte?” My head wa