LOGINBut 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
Nadia Quiet descended after Kael left. In his absence, the chilly anger and toughness I’d armoured myself with began to fade. My heart thumped with the aftereffects of adrenalin. I felt myself slumping. The arms around me shifted, bearing up my limp weight just as they had been, I suddenly realis
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
NadiaFrom the doorway, the flash of a camera went off, accompanied by a soft shutter noise.I jerked away at the sound. With my focus torn, the grip I’d had on Vincent’s stolen crest loosened. The carved stone slipped from my palm. Vincent caught it effortlessly.“What was that?” I asked, no longer
As students packed their books and began to shuffle out the door, I hung back. I packed my bag slowly, the pages of my notebook now practically exploding with ink.When the room was mostly cleared out, I approached Vincent’s desk.“I have questions.”Vincent didn’t glance up from the papers spread b
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







