RICARDO Big and dark sunglasses rest on Emmanuel's nose, even though we're inside the pack house. Harry was right, the guy is a tad bit peculiar. I thought science people were a bit nerdy, but this guy is dressed as if he walked straight from a men's fashion show. "Alpha." He rises slowly from the chair he was sitting on, taking the sunglasses off. "I believe I was summoned." I clear my throat. "I wouldn't exactly call it summoned." "Oh." He raises perfectly sculpted eyebrows. "So the words and I quote, 'You better come back to Dark Moon or your life will be in danger' doesn't sound very ominous?" I look at Harry who was the one that got in contact with the guy. He has the nerve to smile. "It got you here, didn't it?" "We are grateful for your return." I turn back to Emmanuel. "We have an issue and we simply don't have the expertise to solve it." "Is this about The Wisher?" He wants to know, a frown marring his forehead. We didn't tell the press the nature of miss Charlotte'
IANTHE I've never been so happy. Granted it's not really a time to be happy because of everything, but I got to spend another night in Ricardo's arms. Do I wish for another sexual experience? Yes, I do, but him just holding me is enough. "You're really good at that." Bridgette says as she enters the kitchen. I smile as I put the finishing touches on the chocolate cake I baked. "Thank you, cooking and baking is fun for me. Old fashioned right? " She smiles, but it doesn't reach her eyes. I wish I had some magical power to take her sadness away, but I know first hand that it's not that easy. If I wasn't here and I didn't meet Ricardo, I would still be in a funk over losing my father. "We should have a baking competition." She says, a slight spark returning to her eyes, but then it disappears again. "That would be a great idea," I say, trying to sound encouraging, but I know exactly what she's thinking. There's no way Ricardo is letting us go out in public before the current thr
RICARDO "Anything?" I ask Mark who is stationed behind my desk, listening to the audio of Genevieve's house. "She keeps on getting phone calls, I assume it's a guy." Mark says. "She said she can't see him tonight and that she can't get more of the stuff until tomorrow." "She also haven't left the house." Colt says. I was hoping there would a breakthrough today. We need to find out who this guy is she keeps talking to. "What about phone records?" I ask Colt. "Or get Mario to trace the signal, we need to know who she's talking to." "On it." Harry says and gets his phone out. "I noticed your name on the list for the Moon Festival." I address Mark and his face reddens slightly. "Yes, Alpha." He nods. "But I can stay, I know things are tense here." "No, please go, we can handle it." I can't make the guy stay here if he wants to go. The goal of the Moon Festival is to let unmated wolves potentially meet their mate, I was lucky that my mate was literally handed to me on a silver pl
RICARDO There's an excited chatter in the air. I can't remember the house being so full of life since my father was alive. I must admit that I kind of like it. I realize now I never stayed in the house because it reminded me too much of days gone by, and even as I hear my mother's laughter coming from the kitchen, I feel a slight tinge of sadness. My father will never be able to see this, me being mated and the house full of light and laughter again. And I may not want pups soon, but one day I would like to see the house filled with a bunch of kids. He would've made a great grandfather. "This is nice, right?" Colt smiles. "Would you have thought we'd be so domesticated a few years back?" I chuckle. "Definitely not." The women enter the dining room with various dishes. "Where's Harry?" Heleni wants to know. "He's on his way back from the hospital with our guest." I reply, smiling as Ianthe takes the seat at my left-hand side. "I can make Harry disappear forever if you'd like li
RICARDO I knock on the door of Genevieve's house, my anger threatening to spill over. Do I have enough evidence? No, probably not, but I've been containing myself ever since we saw the video where she puts something in Harry's drink, that's enough evidence right there. Before I take the door right off its hinges, the door opens and her father looks at me in surprise. "Alpha, what can I do for you?" "I'd like to speak to Genevieve." I brush past him without waiting for an invite, Colt and Harry staying outside to keep guard. "Is something wrong?" Her mother emerges from the kitchen, a concerned look on her face. "Maybe your daughter can enlighten us." I look up the stairs to where I know her bedroom is. I used to sneak in there numerous times. I take the stairs two at a time, her father following me but not putting up an argument. I open her door without knocking, but find the bedroom empty. The same window I used to climb into is wide open and I rush there, but the space next to
RICARDO It's almost two in the morning when I get home, and I'm exhausted. There's still chatter coming from the kitchen and I find my mother and Ianthe there, having coffee. "How is Gianni? His mother called to say he was in the hospital." My mother gets up from her chair, concern and horror in her eyes. If she was to lose another person close to her, I don't know if she will be able to come back from that. "He's stable, for now." I run my hand through my hair in frustration. "They put him in an induced coma to speed up his recovery." "Do they know what happened to him?" Ianthe asks. "Either drugs or poison, they're running tests to see what is in his system." "It's really weird that people close to us are dying, Ricky." My mother says softly and she's right. Ianthe was right too, that this has nothing to do with her and everything to do with me. Miriam's words about a better Alpha keeps on reverberating through my mind. The question is, are they trying to dethrone me? Make m
IANTHE Bridgitte is looking at me suspiciously and I can feel my face getting hotter under her scrutinizing gaze. It doesn't help that Ricardo is either touching me or kissing me every time he sees me, even though his mother is in the room. She must think I'm a hussy or something. Seventeen and letting her son fondle me. And Goddess, how he fondles. I can still feel the scrape of his five 'o clock shadow between my thighs from when he ate me out until my thighs quivered. I literally passed out after he gave me a second orgasm. Now it seems as if Bridgitte can see all of this written all over my face. "There's still some cake left from last night. Can I take it with me to the hospital?" She aks me, but here eyes are still searching my face. I clear my throat. "Of course, I can bake another flavor if you'd like, maybe something lemony?" She smiles softly and my nerves ease a little. "That's very sweet of you, but you don't have to go through all that trouble." "It's no trouble at
IANTHE I jump out of the car before Randall has a chance to properly brake, air whooshing in my ears. From a distance I hear everyone shouting, but I don't stop to listen, my instinct going to the driver's side of the crumpled up vehicle by the side of the road. My wolf's listening picks up the sound of loud moaning until one of the doors are kicked off, but it's Harry that exits and not the man I hope. The ache is still distinct in my chest, but not as prominent as back at the house. "Ricardo!" I shout anxiously as I reach his side and reach my hand inside to touch his battered-up face. His head is slung back on the headrest, his eyes closed and a ton of tiny cuts covers his skin, most likely from the shattered windshield. I'm pushed back by strong arms and I would've protested if I didn't see Randall and Mark trying to get his door open. Thank the Goddess for their wolf strength because they manage to rip the door off and pull his lifeless body unto the asphalt. I shove past t