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.”
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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
“W-hat?” I was not sure I had heard it right the first time. She could not possibly be serious, right? I knew I had told myself earlier that I would do absolutely anything for her but that did not necessarily mean that I would seduce another man for her. And right now, I was in such a predicament because I did not know how to tell her that I didn’t want to do that, or how to reason with her. “Um,” I cleared my throat and scratched a spot in the back of my head even though it was not itchy, just to lend myself some more time. “I, um, I honestly don’t think that I’m his type, Xy. And I despite the fact that the Greek God in which I'm named after could possibly do that, I don’t swing that way.” This time her eyes widened in confusion for a split second
A deep frown formed on my forehead as I tried to gather everything I had heard about Ryker Cromwell. The Ethereal was our rival pack so we always kept tabs on whatever was going on in the North, although not as much as in the West, where the Night Walkers ruled. And to be frank, we had monitored Ryker’s older brother, Aiden Cromwell, since he was supposed to be their next Alpha so the younger brother has never been our interest. Being put in the spotlight, I could only remember that Ryker used to be the easy-going, devil-may-care second son, the one who had always had more fun with parties and ladies because he had been born knowing that he would never have to inherit the responsibilities. Until the unthought-of had become reality and he’d had to step in his brother’s shoes.