INICIAR SESIÓN“You know Lekhia?” I asked her, surprised at her reaction. “Don't say that name,” she screeched, covering her face as though someone was about to splash acid in her direction. Sandro and I exchanged confused glances. “Why is she acting this way?” I whispered under my breath to myself. “Okay fine, I won't. Can you stop acting crazy and explain this whole thing to me like I'm five years old? You're really starting to confuse me,” I said, kissing my teeth. Sandro mated to dad's sister? What the fuck does that even mean?“How did you hear of her?” Seraphina asked again, her voice shaky.“Why don't you clear this air first,” I said, gesturing between me and Sandro. “And then I'll tell you where I heard about her.” Fair bargain if you ask me.She sat with a huff. “Fine.”“I knew you both were coming here because I dreamt about it. And when I saw you both crossing the fields deep into the villages, I dug into the Alpha's mind,” she started, shifting in her seat when Sandro's eyes narrowe
Familiar warm hands enveloped me from behind, snapping me out of my mini trance. “I'm here Princess, I'm right here.”“Sandro?” I called out with a shaky voice. “Is it really you?” I asked, too afraid to open my eyes. If Sandro was behind me, then whose blood lay beside me on the bed. My eyes widened. Was it Seraphina’s? Just as I was going back into panic mode, another voice joined in. “What's all the screaming for? It's barely dusk.”Hearing Seraphina’s voice, I gathered the strength to turn around, feeling Sandro and confirming that he was real. He was right there, behind me. “I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left you alone. That was wrong of me,” he apologised, stroking my cheek. “I thought something had happened to you. I woke up and you were gone and there's blood on the bed. I…I thought,” I managed to say before my lips started quivering. “Blood?” Seraphina asked, grabbing a lamp from the doorway and walking into the room. She shone it on the bed. Sure enough, there was a larg
Sandro and I sat still, staring at Seraphina and waiting for her to elaborate. When she didn't, it was my turn to flare up. “Listen lady, we don't have time for your silly games. If you're not going to talk, we'll be leaving now,” I said, making a move to stand up. “There are so many lies, so much deceit behind your story. You've been made to believe in things that do not exist and made to ignore things that do exist,” she continued. I shifted in my position. This must be about my magic, there were so many uncertainties to it. It was like I discovered one new thing every week and never got the clarification I needed.She turned her attention to Sandro. “The prophecy is fake. Finding your mate was never foretold to bring destruction to your pack.”Sandro's eyes widened and he looked at me sheepishly. It was then I remembered that Sandro never found out that I had eavesdropped on his conversation with Silas and Dante. He didn't know that I knew.Squeezing his thigh slightly, I gave hi
We were taking a very big risk, courtesy of me. I sat awkwardly on the old, rickety bench. We were in an old chapel. Judging by the dust all around, the place hadn't been used in a while.The owner of the voice had been a woman, probably in her mid thirties or late thirties. Somehow, she knew Sandro and even more surprisingly, believed that we were going to meet her if she didn't come to us. I was ready to shrug her off as some crazy lady in the countryside when she mentioned the name of the motel Sandro wanted us to stay for the night. Threatened, Sandro growled at her, barring his fangs on display. “What are you? Have you been stalking us, you witch?”I couldn't tell if Sandro thought she was a witch or if he meant that as an insult. She didn't smell like a witch to me. But either way, the woman didn't seem at all fazed.“Why don't you hear me out first before you start hurling accusations?” She asked, with a crooked smile playing on her lips. “There's so much you both need to kn
Elara’s POVMy legs were hurting from walking so much and I struggled to keep up with Sandro's pace. He noticed the grimace on my face as we approached yet another empty field and he paused.“Hey, what's wrong?”I shook my head, avoiding meeting his eyes. He looked down at my leg. “Your legs hurt.” It wasn't a question but I nodded anyway. His eyes scanned our environment. “The field seems to stretch out for miles. I'll shift so Raka carries you on his back,” he said, taking a step back.“No wait,” I stretched a hand out to stop him. “We can't do that. You know we're in human territory, what if someone sees your wolf?” “I don't care. You're in pain,” he argued, gesturing to my throbbing feet. “Don't worry about me darling, I'll manage,” I said, touching his upper arm. His eyes softened. I had only recently started referring to him using endearments like he did for me and I think he liked it.Suddenly, he crouched down in front of me. “Uhhh…what are you doing?” I asked, looking at
We stayed in silence, burdened by all the things we couldn't say. I stood too, watching Sandro's shoulders rise and fall shakily, and something inside me shattered."Come here," I said softly.He didn't move."Sandro." I crossed to meet him. "Please look at me."Slowly, he turned. The devastation in his eyes nearly undid me. I'd seen various parts of this man. The fierce Alpha of Moretti Brun, my protective mate, the strategic leader, the ruthless don of Ombra Nera. But this…this broken man standing before me…he was foreign. I didn't know what to do.I cupped his face in my hands. "We're alive. That's what matters right now.""Elara –""Just listen." I pressed my fingers to his lips. "We're alive. We're together. And we will figure this out."He pulled me against him so suddenly, I gasped in surprise. His arms wrapped around me like I was the only thing keeping him grounded and he buried his face in my neck."I can't lose you," he whispered against my damp skin. "I can't lose anyone e







