*MIKAYLA’S POV* “Fuck you, Heron!” Not giving a damn about my insubordination, I ran to my room, crying. Slamming the door shut, I threw myself into the bed and succumbed to the woeful weeping of my heart. He creeps into my head, “Don’t forget that you owe me and I’m cashing in. It’s payback, sweetheart. The debt will only be settled when you belong to me. You are mine now, Mikayla, Baby.” Attempting to block him out, he smashes the barricades in my brain. Concreting the pillars of my will, I muffled a scream into the pillow. “Do you remember our night in the forest? I do.” Memories of us naked, kissing, and all that other bawdy shit projected into my mental vision. He did it for a while and then stopped. “I can smell your arousal from here.” With the devil’s horn on his head, a devious chuckle sprouted on his handsome poker face. I hate him. Uff! I want to slap him again. “I can’t wait to be fucking you hard.” Heron’s sultry tone seeps in deeper with a superfluity of us making
*TYR'S POV* "You fucked that up!" I blasted at Heron after Mikayla ran into her bedroom, slamming her door shut. "Did we?" He asked in annoyance. "You wanted Mikayla and you'll get to have her now." Heron referred to the earlier dispute with our father and the agreement to mark Mikayla in seven days. My tolerance for the situation was running thin. "Yes, but you made her angry with us." I grumbled, "You were to make her want us, not scare her away." Heron wheels into the elevator. Once in his bedroom, he bathed in the tub, getting ready for bed. “We could have marked her tonight if you played your cards right.” I sputtered, pacing in his head. Right now I was in a nasty mood to use my claws on him, if I could. The forced sigh that I released through my pursed lips, produced a helicopter-like sound effect. Humans can be so damn incapable. This was not what we talked about. Mikayla was to be seduced so that we could ravish her body with pleasure. She would be our erotic zone so
*MIKAYLA’S POV* “Heron!” I woke up calling his name. The despicable Alpha who was wrapping me up in his mind games with the pack and his parents. Now he’s on my mind, but not for good reasons. Today was Sunday, my day off. My old friend, the sun was high in the sky already. Its brilliant beams streamed in through the gaps in the window, illuminating and warming the space. The celestial fireball glares at me, but its glow is gentle and warm on my flesh. Today would have been a beautiful day, except for HERON. Lazily rubbing my eyes, I let out a groan. Yet, I cannot explain how I climaxed so many times in my sleep. What exactly brought that out of me? The surrealism of it was mind-blowing. If only I had a man like that in my life to love me. I sighed. The chipmunk returned and sat on my nightstand with a reddish-brown acorn in his hand, observing me. He's not chatty this morning. I disregarded his presence. I overslept. Pixie, my lazy wolf, remains in her sweet slumber. Sitting
*MIKAYLA’S POV* - Sage drove me to the pack house as ordered by Alpha Heron. Since today, they have been groveling at the ground that I walked on. When Forbes offered to be my escort, Heron’s crippling growl made him recant. Even though I could walk, as usual, Sage insisted on bringing me. He says that I should go easy on my feet and not overwork myself. Imagine that! The entire journey was distressful. Knowing that I was walking into a den of chastisement, my heart pounded irregularly, skipping beats and hammering into my chest. Nothing could consolidate me, especially when no one would have my back. The suspicion that Alpha Hudson was still upset over Heron choosing me instead of Varla also meant that Luna Phoebe would share the same sentiment. There were two things that I planned to do and that was, to object and tell the truth. “Good morning, Mikayla.” In the foyer, Matron Cecilia greeted me warmly and tucked a clipboard under her arm. “I was told to direct you to Alpha’s of
*MIKAYLA’S POV* Hell no! I yelled inside. “Did you know that he was going to imprint on you?” Luna Phoebe enunciated all the words. For the first time, her expression was austere with vertical wrinkles between her eyebrows, and her lips curled inwards to restrain the cursing that she wanted to lash at me. Vigorously, I shook my head. The air becomes denser, as if a huge foot were stomping on me. “It’s hard to believe you, Mikayla.” She snaps and I shrink into my chair. "You broke my trust when you told me several lies today." Without winking, my eyes burn as my spirit tries to escape through my apertures. Alpha Hudson scratched the side of his neck, twisting his mouth in anger. Their eyes went glossy as they interacted over the mind-link. Luna Phoebe tucks her drooping, blue-black hair behind her ears. A succinct sombre chuckle escapes her before she lowly orders, "Go back to the cottage." Relieved, I stood and bowed, then sped out of the office. Phew! I live to see another day.
*MIKAYLA’S POV* Last night I went to bed early and bolted my door. That was a message to Heron to stay out of my room. Though he could have broken it down, I'm sure that he would have gotten the hint that I was not in a good mood to deal with him. Tossing and turning in bed was a result of Varla's unreasonable demand. No one was aware of what we were talking about and Heron kept busy in his office. After a late breakfast, I vacuum the entire house nonstop to keep my mind off the dinner that I'm supposed to attend but cannot. Being Heron’s imprinted mate mandated the highest degree of respect, similar to an Alpha’s, thus the new title of Luna being used. Recently being addressed in such a manner was disconcerting. It yielded an eager desire to probe Heron further than a discreet surface scan without letting him into my psyche. His mood indicated that the mess he created was eating away at his brain. Dismissing it, I was not ready for him to go poking within my consciousness, neither
*MIKAYLA’S POV* I instantly shot up when I woke up in an unfamiliar outdoor space. Then the memories came flooding back. My stomach flipped nervously. “Where am I?” Disoriented, I sat up but was met with a pounding headache. Groaning with agonizing sharpness, I quirked my arms and swung my legs over the edge of the tall wooden crate. The air was strongly flavored with saltiness. As I gazed over the enormous container handling spaces next to the shipping berths, the silver moon added its sheen to the water's surface, and the pier was mostly calm except for the sound of the waves striking the sea-sawing boats. Where is everyone else? Numerous boats floated peacefully on both sides of the port beneath the lurid blue sky. Two huge vessels that docked dwarfed the other boats. A third ship was at the farthest terminal and was bunkering with five preoccupied men. No port authority was in sight. Every cell in my body screamed to run though my head was still mazed. My nose and arm hurt, a
*MIKAYLA’S POV* Waking up in Heron’s arms was heavenly. Last night was one of the best rest that I ever had. After my shower, I slipped into one of his T-shirts and snuck out the door. For one, I had no underwear on, and two, I wanted to be in my own room downstairs. Since his office door was wide open, he scented me before I could reach the landing of the stairs and ordered me back to his room. Anxiety and apprehension kept me up, but when I grew tired enough and climbed into his bed, the aroma of him swarmed me and comforted my heart to the point where I easily fell asleep. Now, it's morning and a bright new day. I’m lying on the bed, snuggling in his arms with my back to his chest. He stirs and tightens his hold around my tiny waist. His nose goes into my hair and he takes a long sniff. These sparks felt so damn good. I missed and craved them. “Good morning, beautiful,” he mutters. “How are you feeling?” My cheeks got hot and flushed. It was nice to hear him say that. I mean, h