“First of all, why would anyone here want to harm me?” I asked, not finding his solution appealing at all. “You said that your Alpha asked you to keep an eye on me to make sure that I am still alive. People who want me to stay alive can’t want me dead, Eros, unless they’re either bipolar or a bunch of indecisive people who need to grow up.” I caught something in his eye and instan
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Eros POV I watched that dickhead open the door for her before settling in behind the wheels. I was not sure whether this has been the stupidest idea I have ever made or if I was being really smart. “What’s your deal?” asked Sebastian inside my head once the car has driven away. I turn
Xyrra POV “I was kidding,” I told Ryker as I started to feel uncomfortable with the surprised look on his face. That amount of shock soon morphed into anger and annoyance. “That is not something to be joked about,” he said in return, sounding royally pissed. “Being a Luna is not a joke.”
Before I even opened my mouth or said anything, Ryker growled at her, “Alana, what do you think you are doing here?” “What are you talking about?” She let out a small giggle. “I live here.” Alana ruffled her gorgeous hair, smiling at him. “Lived,” corrected Ryker. “As in past tense. You don’t live here anymore, Alana.” “Oh, and you think it is so easy for you to get me out of the pack
“No need to panic. It is Ryker,” said Dmitry. “He merely followed your scent.” “Is that how you found me?” I asked Dmitry curiously. I wondered if my scent was truly that significant or different that they would be able to track me down no matter where I went. “No.” Dmitry let out a deep chuckle. “I just happen to know where people go when they wish to be alone.” “Xyrra,” called Ryker and I automatically turne
Ryker frowned, the lines were invading his once smooth forehead and I wondered if it was something awful or something that was difficult for him to tell me. Surely the sorceress had said nothing but bullshit considering I was still alive and breathing. “What is it?” I placed my hand on his arm, urging him to tell me. He drew a deep breath. “Ten years ago, Alana told me about her feelings for me. I always like her and she’s the person I grew up with but I always value our friendship more than anything else so I didn’t act on it but when she told me about her feelings, I told her that there is a possibility that she’s not my mate or I’m not hers. I told her that we should wait until our eighteenth birthday so we will know for sure, so we won’t hurt anyone. Then she cried and told me that she already knew she was not my mate because my mate is already dead. She mentioned crossing the northeast border and met a sorceress who told her about it which was why she finally de
“Yeah, rich people are crazy.” I decided to coax more information from Trish without being too suspicious. “By the way, how long has Ryker been an Alpha anyway?” In my head, I drew a timeline of what Ryker and Eros had told me and what I would learn from Trish. “He looks quite young for an Alpha,” I added even though I had no clue what was the minimum required age for someone to be an Alpha or if such a thing did exist. I merely took a guess since my dad had been Leonidas’s Beta and he was in his early forty, so I took a wild guess that Leonidas must be in his forties too. “About five years, give or take.” Trish shrugged one shoulder. “I remember my uncle being so mad when he found out that Dmitry accepted the Beta position in The Ethereal.” “Why?” I asked curiously. “I thought Beta is quite high in the hierarchy.” “It is,” Trish agreed before heaving a sigh. “But not when you’re meant to be an Alpha.” Wait, what? Dmitry Vashkov was suppos
I was halfway unpacking when I heard someone approaching. “Wow, it’s a big room, huh?” I looked up and saw Trish standing by the door. I had left the door and window opened to air the room since it smelt like my attic here. So fuggy, almost as if not until today, this room had never be
Eros POV “Are you sure this is a good idea?” Young Seb asked for the dozenth time today. In his defense, I had been asking the same question for the last few hours too, and to be honest, I did not know the answer. “You just broke up with Crystal, Man. Your morale is still fragile, your emotion is a mess.” “Dude, you are being too much.” I rolled my eyes at him, trying to shrug off his comment. “You should sign up and become the pack’s psychiatrist or something.” I picked up my motorcycle’s key from the