LOGINNadia The first sign suggesting a fated mate bond between two people was sparks. I’d tested it, and proved to myself that Vincent and I shared it. The next sign was scent soothing. Apparently, fated mates were drawn to and comforted by each other’s scents. It made sense – I knew how important sme
But even if it was just because he’d known my parents, Vincent had taken me in and been kind to me, in his way. He’d dropped everything – his work as the pack’s regent and as a professor – to care for me and teach me for an entire month after my rejection. Vincent clearly believed his own words. Bel
Nadia The next morning, Vincent and I were scheduled to meet again for lessons in his sunlit sitting room. I came early and sat on my usual couch with my knees tucked up to my chest, thinking hard. My heart was thumping with nervous anticipation that had nothing to do with the lesson ahead of me.
Nadia “Excuse me,” I said to the first servant I saw. “I’m looking for the library, and I’ve gotten a little lost. Could you take me there?” “Of course,” the man told me, nodding politely, “right this way.” It still felt strange to be treated so respectfully, as if I was playing a role. But this t
What would it be like to have the soft, gentle version of Vincent I was almost sure I remembered with me again? Instead of the stiff, distant mask he’d retreated behind? I smacked my forehead with my hand. Stop it! He’s your guardian! He’s technically your adoptive father! The sweet warmth of the
Nadia The days stretched on. I began to recover my strength and spend more time in the rest of Vincent’s villa, instead of just sleeping and studying. He wasn’t completely alone here – there was a staff of servants to meet our every need, as well as guards. There was a chef, a laundry service, coun
Usually, only a fated mate could soothe a wolf in such a state, which only further grew the unease that twisted in his gut ever since meeting this girl. Every time he was around her, something new seemed to point to them being mates. But what would that truly mean for his fate?What would that mean
NadiaAt the sound of Vincent’s voice, I jumped. My fingers fumbled on the stitch I was on, needle pressing deeper into skin, and a fresh wave of pain flashed over my skin. Wincing, I tore my wrist out of Kael’s grip and tried not to cry out when my ribs shifted.Kael scooted back on his chair. “Pro
Kael The words had caught Nadia off-guard. That much was clear in the flutter of her stare, in the shift of her lips as she opened and closed them—searching for the right words. Sleep hung onto the droop of her eyelids and pressed itself into the bruises under her eyes, but none of it masked the su
Now way in hell was I going to let that happen.Orion issued another whistle. “Any day now, pups.”Anna lunged.She threw her claws out at me first, slashing low toward my face. I bent out of the way, but she was too quick—worryingly so. I wasn’t fast enough to avoid all of her. Nails connected with







