LOGINI followed him upstairs, but every step felt heavier than the last.The note beneath my mattress burned in my mind like a secret I could physically feel.Someone had entered the mansion.Someone who knew about me.Someone who knew about Alessandro.And worst of all, someone had told me that the man standing a few steps ahead of me was hiding the truth about my family.Where are we going? I asked.Alessandro didn't slow down.My room.I stopped walking.He took two more steps before realizing I wasn't behind him. When he turned around, his expression was already dark.What?Your room? Yes.I thought you said I should stay close to you.“You are.”That doesn't mean I have to sleep in your room.One of his eyebrows lifted.You're arguing about where you're sleeping after someone broke into my house?I don't care if someone broke into the Vatican. I'm not sleeping in your bed.Something flickered in his eyes.Amusement.I hated that I was beginning to recognize when the feared Don was amu
The Council scattered behind us, chairs scraping, voices murmuring, but I barely registered any of it. I was too busy trying to keep up with Alessandro, who moved through the mansion like a storm looking for somewhere to break."Wait," I said, half jogging to match his stride. "Who is he? Why does it matter that he knows my name?"He didn't answer. He turned down a hallway I hadn't seen before, and I followed because I didn't know what else to do, because some part of me was starting to understand that whatever Luca was to him, it wasn't nothing."Alessandro."The sound of his name out of my mouth for the first time made him stop. He turned so fast I nearly walked into his chest. Up close, his eyes weren't just gold anymore. They were glowing, faint but unmistakable, like something behind them was pressing to get out."He's a De Luca," he said, like that was supposed to mean something to me."I don't know what that is.""You will." His voice was clipped, controlled in a way tha
His mouth was hard against mine and for a second I forgot how to think. I forgot that thisman had held a gun to my throat only hours ago. My hands came up to push him away butthey curled into his shirt instead, betraying me.Then his phone buzzed against the desk and he pulled back.He stared at me, his gold eyes darker now, almost black at the edges. His jaw was tight. Fora moment I thought he would say something, explain himself or apologize even. But he just wiped his thumb across his bottom lip like he was wiping away a mistake and turned away from me."Get some rest," he said. "You start tomorrow.""Start what?" I asked, my voice hoarse."You'll see."He walked out of the study without looking back, leaving me standing there with my lips still burning and the contract sitting on his desk.The same woman who'd shown me my room, was waiting outside the door. Her name was Greta, she told me on the way back upstairs. She didn't ask why my cheeks were flushed or why I was
I leaned back and stared at her small frame, at the way her eyes darted from one place to another. She looked so timid and pathetic. But then just as I was about to kill her, my wolf that had been going into a rut had quieted and called her mate. Mate. This little human that had no power or anything else to write home about. I hated humans as a whole. They took my family away and I was left as the only one standing from the werewolf clan. All the other paranormals, vampires, shape shifters and witches had either gone into hiding or blended with humans as I had. And yet of all the species to call mate after two hundred years of living in pain and with a dying wolf, he had chosen to call a human girl wolf. I studied her while she sat there trembling in that chair. Her hands were clasped together in her lap and she was trying so hard to look brave. But I could see the fear rolling off her in waves. I could smell it. l "Do you want the truth or a deviation?" I asked instead. She b
I stared with pure dread as he turned toward Sienna. His hand moved to the holster of his gun. My heart caught in my throat. It was clear what he wanted to do. I jumped in front of him without thinking. "Don't hurt her please. She's not herself," I said, my voice shaking. He paused and looked at me. His eyes roamed over my scattered dark hair, the casino uniform I still wore, and then stopped at my bleeding palm. I shifted to hide it behind my waist. He reached forward and grabbed it before I could properly hide it. "This is blood, and you're defending her?" His voice was cold, an edge of danger in it. "She didn't mean it I promise. My sister is sick and there's a lot going on so please don't kill me. Please just let me go. I have a lot on my plate than to think of exposing you." I pleaded but his hand never left mine. He ripped his tie from his shirt and I watched with surprise as he wrapped it around my bleeding arm. Without another word he hurled me over his shoulder and wa
Chapter Two Maria's POV My eyes flew open and I stared at him in surprise. He had dropped his gun and he was standing closer to me now. Those gold eyes assessed me like I meant something to him. Which was out of place. Just a few seconds ago, he had tried to kill me. My heart still beat loudly in my chest. He knelt down in front of me. His hand came up and caught my chin. I gasped as he pulled me forward until our faces were just a chest apart. "This can't be possible," he said, and I stared at him in confusion. His eyes, gold and glowing, suddenly hardened. "Get her away and keep her confined to one of the rooms," he said and ripped the gag from my mouth. I took in a deep breath. I was about to beg him to let me go when a pair of strong hands hauled me up and carried me across the room. "Please, let me go!" I yelled and kicked but to no avail. I was tossed onto a bed in a huge room and I felt the air leave my lungs. The door closed behind me and I yelled. I tried to thi







