Saint woke up the following day with a smile. He had slept like a rock, but the happiness came from who rested on his chest. A hand squeezed his pectoral muscle, and he shook his head."A pervert even when you're sleeping..." Amusement washed over Saint's features as he spoke. "Who would have known?"His eyes landed on his cute mate once more.Harper had suffered some kind of nightmare in the middle of the night. The mate-bond had made her unconsciously seek comfort, and now she was with her mate. Saint's heart swelled because it meant that Harper, deep down, felt the safest when he was around."You're adorable..." Saint stroked Harper's back. She was tiny compared to him and was busy drooling over his skin. Not that Saint cared. He had never seen anything more adorable in his life."Saint..."He tilted his head. Had Harper spoken in her sleep?Probably. It didn't matter that his mate was sleeping. It was way too early to be waking up.Saint was about to close his eyes again but groa
"Asher is so strong and fast on the battlefield," Harper spoke animatedly as she tried to re-enact what had happened during the practice. Saint was watching her. "He took the other werewolf's foot, spun it around, and blocked their next attack by doing this!"Harper stood in a weird position. One leg up in the air and her arms in a ready-to-punch stance. Her body was hanging in the air, and she barely kept her balance."Did he?" Saint asked from the couch. He had been in a bad mood ever since he was ditched at breakfast. The tension could be felt in the air, but Harper had no clue why Saint was so crabby this evening. He had barely said a word all day, yet there was something hot and hungry in his gaze.It made Harper shudder every time she faced Saint. Even though she had asked for time to think about what she wanted, there was no denying their chemistry.Harper always felt exposed when Saint looked at her. She would still and barely dare to breathe. Saint always drank in the view o
The entire Sun pack stood in silence as Saint and Asher faced each other on the football field. The future outcome of their battle was uncertain. At least Harper did not know who would win. She glanced between the men. Asher was cracking his shoulders. His eyes were narrowed, and his entire expression screamed of darkness and a thirst for violence.Asher embodied what a perfect werewolf male was supposed to look like. His shoulders were broad and tanned, and his brown eyes held no mercy as he studied his competition. The beta was built like a tank—no wonder all the females wanted him. Harper worried about her mate.With concern building up within her, Harper glanced at Saint. The nymph was the opposite of Asher. He radiated an inner calm, and his lips were caught in a cruel smirk. He was muscular too but built less like a tank. Saint was lean and athletic with an eight-pack he wore with silent pride."You're going down," Asher said in a bitter voice. He looked Saint up and down with
Frustration was threatening to choke Harper at night. Stress was creeping over her skin, and darkness clouded her senses. She didn't understand how Saint could be so calm. "I have to be battle-ready within a week," Harper's voice was filled with her inner frustration. "Why aren't we training right now, Saint?! You should be teaching me moves!"Saint calmly took off his tie with his gaze kept on the floor. Harper studied Saint's fingers stroke over the satin tie. He had sexy hands, big and manly with veins. The kind that would look even nicer with an expensive watch sitting on his arm."Harper, your father just died," Saint lifted his emerald gaze to hers. There was a dept to his eyes that made her dizzy. "You should go and see your friends in the human realm tomorrow. Let yourself cry and feel the hurt you're trying to pretend isn't there."Her heart clenched. "I'm fine.""You're hurting.""No," Harper waved off Saint's words. "I'm fine, and what I need to do is step up as alpha and
Harper's eyelids squeezed shut. Her arms were tied by magical vines, and Saint's weight pinned her down to the mattress. Euphoria overwhelmed her. The muscles in Saint's arms were on full display. Ripped and sexy.It probably shouldn't be possible, but Harper's arousal grew stronger. She was so damn wet for her mate."I want you," Saint kissed her neck before pressing his lips to her skin. His warm tongue licked her and lapped up the salt. It was erotic. "Do you even know how beautiful you are? Sexy, gorgeous, and all mine."His giant hands caressed Harper's breast and tortured her by not giving her what she wanted; his fat cock.There were kisses.Bites.Sucking. And it was all torture!"Saint..." Harper moaned. "I can't take it anymore!"Saint knew what Harper meant. Their desire was shared through the mate-bond, more intense than ever. They needed each other, and Saint bent his head."You will soon have everything I have to give."Harper bit her bottom lip. "Except for the mark."
"I don't understand why we are going to the human world," Harper frowned at Saint. "We have much more important things to do! You should train me!" "We will have time to train later." "When?" "Later." Harper growled, and Saint bit back a laugh. According to Harper, they looked funny standing next to each other. She was wearing washed-out jeans and a leather jacket, while her mate was wearing a luxurious black suit. Compared to Saint, Harper deemed she looked like a child. Saint towered above her and seemed to be in his later twenties, while Harper judged herself to have childish features. It wouldn't surprise Harper if women in the human realm flirted with Saint and disregarded her as his little sister. The ugly duckling that didn't inherit any sexy genes. She was prepared for the worst. "I think seeing your friends is important," Saint said and grimaced as if thinking about something unpleasant. "But I'm reluctant about following you to the human realm..." Harper lifted a
Harper and her best friends sat inside a luxurious Italian restaurant and stared at Saint as he ordered their food. Tanja and Frida seemed immune to Saint's pheromones, and Harper wondered if they had supernatural mates of their own. Not that she had time to think about that right now.No, not when all the women working inside the restaurant had their eyes on Saint. The owner was especially fond of him and had offered to serve their food for free. That's why they were here.Harper sharpened her ears to listen to the woman working the cash register. She was batting her eyelashes at Saint. "Say, how about you and I get away from here? You're just so gorgeous, and I would love to see what is under your suit."A tsunami of jealousy washed over Harper. The brunette working the cash register had big breasts and wavy, shiny hair. Her skin was a rich brown, and her makeup was on the spot. She was gorgeous—there was no way Saint would say no to her offer."I just want the food," Saint said co
"Thank you for taking me to see my friends today," Harper smiled at Saint when they stood before the portal. Her cheeks flushed when he caught her gaze, and she put a strand of brown hair behind her ear. "It was nice to see them today, and you're right—revenge isn't the answer. I was blinded by hatred after my father died, but… I think I'm on the right path now." Saint peered down at her in the dark. The moonlight illuminated some of his features and showed the faint curl of his lips. "I'm glad." He studied Harper's face for a long while before sighing. "I'm sorry we didn't get to your father in time. If I had paid more attention—" "It's not your fault," Harper gave Saint a pained smile. Her chest felt too tight, and her heart a little too big. "Don't blame yourself for my father's death, Saint. It's not your fault at all. Liam is the person to blame." "Right." "I'm serious." Saint said nothing, and Harper stared down at his shoes. "It sucks that I lost my father, but right now, I