Andrei
Kayleigh is jealous. Kayleigh still cares… I'd like to believe she even loves me, still.My head is floating and my heart is about to burst with the new discovery.
But I don’t have enough time to bask in the little spark of hope that Kayleigh just lit.
Because the bane of my existence is standing in front of me, holding the only woman I’d want to claim as mine.
“Kinsley and Reagan filled me up. As long as you stop chasing Kayleigh and promise not to come between my girl and me, I’m all about working together against the red wolves.” I almost lost my cool and smack him in the face. How dare he tells me not to come between him and Kayleigh?
My Kayleigh.
“I’m not promising shit.” I tilt my chin and cross my arms in front of my chest.
“Then we’re not doing this.” He trades a glance with Kayleigh before responding with derision.
“Not my problem
CillianEveryone is gone. Only Kayleigh and I are left by the bonfire. She’s straddling my lap as I sit comfortably on an outdoor wooden chair. I take control of our kiss, angling my head so I can ravish her mouth with haste and urgency. She groans when I slip my tongue pass her lips the same time I pull her center on my growing erection. I cup her butt cheeks and pull her tightly against my body.Kayleigh must think I was oblivious on her display of jealousy when Reagan was clinging herself on Andrei.It’s not even our bond as mates that exposed her jealousy. It was just that fucking obvious in plain sight. Everyone around us could see how uncomfortable she was when Reagan was plastering herself all over Andrei.It fucking hurts like hell to see the love of your life display any kind of affection to someone else other than you. It’s eating me from the insi
Cillian “Yo. Cillian. Wake up. Shit. I think we trashed the place last night. I don’t think your uncle James will be happy about this mess. Damn, is that smell coming from you? You reek of moonshine, bro.” Gunner’s voice tremble inside my ear drums and it’s giving me a massive headache. I’m slumped on the couch. I open on eye to peek and look around where I’m at. The cottage. Thanks, goddess. Not at some brothel or pub where I’d regret doing stuff that I didn’t think through. “What the fuck, man. Dial your voice down, will ya? That’s the both of us reeking like moonshine. You drank more than I did last night. Seems like I’m not the only one seething with a broken heart.” After last night’s little love quarrel with Kayleigh, I mind-linked Gunner and pulled him wherever hell hole he was so he can join me at the cottage. To keep me company while I stew in my heartache on Kayleigh’s jealousy
Cillian “Rogues!” As soon as the word leaves Gunner’s mouth, a burly man pushes him on the floor while two of them jump on me. “Fucking shitheads!” I raise my fists up to cover my face but a strong kick in my gut cuts my breathing. I duck down but not fast enough to avoid the heavy punch directed to my face. Shit. That’s going to bruise. Blood drips from my nose and mouth. The taste of bood makes my blood boil. Gunner and I were caught off guard and find ourselves at the end of fists and steel-toe boots. When I finally get my bearings together, I manage to catch one foot that’s about to land on my chest and break the guy’s ankle. Two men flock on me while the other two are still stomping on Gunner. The moonshine really did a number on us. Gunner and I are skilled fighters but I’m finding it hard to throw steady punches. I use my pent-up frustration from not being able to punch Andrei in the face freely and hit the rogue closest to me on the face. I give him a warnin
Cillian “I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry.” Kayleigh gives me a calculating glare but does not move away when I coil my arms around her and drop a kiss on her forehead. After a chaotic afternoon of cleaning-up the mess in the cottage, reporting to my dad, and briefing the pack, I finally get Kayleigh alone to myself. I take her to the only safe place I know that will allow us peace and quiet while knowing we have security around us --- around her. Back in the manor. In my bedroom. “What are you exactly sorry about?” She steps back, glares at me before rolling her blue pools. She pretends to look away from me while she sweeps my bedroom with her eyes. Quietly observing. I’m not stupid. I know she’s looking for any trace of other girls, or of Kinsley, left in here. She’ll find none. “For everything.” My head rummage for a better response but fail. “That’s so vague, Cillian.” She lifts her chin and glances at me. Fuck. She’s so beautiful. Walking out on her last night
Kayleigh “Are you sure about your plans?” Husky voice breaks the stillness as he wraps his muscular arms around me from behind. “I am very sure. One hundred percent sure. Your place is nice and cozy but we gotta go back to Ireland soon.” I tilt my head to give him access to my neck. I moan when he runs his lips and juts his tongue to leave a trail of wet line from my neck to the tip of my shoulder. “There’s no turning back, malyshka.” His baritone voice makes my center quiver. “There’s no turning back, malyshka,” I echo him, in a low, husky voice. “That’s not how I sound like,” he says sounding a bit annoyed at me. I giggle and turn around. I melt into him as I listen to the words that come out of his lips. By now, I’m pretty sure that this couldn’t be real. It must be a dream. My arms are coiled around Andrei’s neck without worry of doing anything wrong or hurting anyone. Definitely a dream. But I don’t want to wake up just yet. I want to see how this dream plays out.
Kayleigh KILL: I’m sorry I can’t be with you today, baby. Take care out there. ME: No worries. You guys have been waiting for the wolf blood council for a while now. Your pack needs you. KILL: I know. I just hate that he’s the one with you today and not me. Tell me again why you’re coming back tomorrow and not tonight? ME: The jet will take us to Alaska today but will have to head to Colorado to load up some Mountain Ash by nightfall. It will be back to pick us up tomorrow afternoon. I’ll be at the manor by tomorrow evening, hopefully. KILL: Too long. How are you feeling? Still fever-ish? Headaches? ME: Bearable. Still kinda feeling warm but not too bad. The tea you gave me this morning helped a lot. I’m impressed with you healers here. KILL: Impressed with the healers here? That’s it? What about the alpha heir here? You were screaming his name the whole night. He brought you breakfast in bed with a side of orgasm this morning. ME: LOL. Eh. The alpha heir is alright. KI
Kayleigh “That wasn’t a rhetorical question, Bash. I’m waiting for your answer.” I prod Bash for a response. “Kayleigh. Just drop it. It’s none of our business.” Once again, Gio gives me a warning look while he turns to a narrow street. “I don’t think it’s wrong to want to know, right Bash?” I ignore Gio and continue to urge Bash for an answer. It just doesn’t make sense. Bash can appeal for a regency and even vie for the Alpha King position without taking over Cillian’s Pack. With his pack’s wealth and strength, Bash has a strong claim for the throne, anyway. “I’d answer that question but then ---“ Bash gives me a menacing smile through the rearview mirror. “Bash. Don’t finish that sentence. You’re my uncle. But any threats or disrespect to the Alpha King’s daughter, I will not condone.” Gio presses on the gas harder. He looks agitated. “See. I don’t get this, nephew. You, Cillian, Andrei… you guys just worship the ground that she walks on. You treat her like a brea
Kayleigh It’s been an hour since the attack. It didn’t take long for us to beat up all twelve red wolves. Bash forced one of them to shift back into his human form and then carved his name on the guy’s back. Like a marque. The bloody brand was a message to his pack that Bash and Gio, both Blutschilds from different continents, will be coming after the red wolves. Thanks the Moon Goddess I’m in the company of skilled fighters. I mean, I know I wasn’t bad at all. I carried my weight during the fight. But the red wolves who attacked us were strong and seasoned fighters as well. I’m in awe of Gio and Gisella’s combat expertise. They are a force to be reckoned. Misha and Nikolai truly let their beasts take over. Bash did not shift into his wolf form. Gisella mentioned that Bash’s wolf is deranged and hard to control. But it doesn’t matter, with what I saw, Bash didn’t need a wolf to show that he is an alpha to be scared of. I saw him tear apart a red wolf’s jaw with just his bare hands