تسجيل الدخولBut 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
The medicine would take some time to kick in, so I returned to the bathroom, refilled the glass, and dampened two rags with chilled water. Kael practically sighed when I touched the cold fabric to his skin. I draped one across his neck, covering the quick, fleshy tick of his pulse, and used the othe
Nadia“Impossible.” Anna shook her head in disbelief. A fresh whisp of air flew by us, and her pale hair snapped into her face, a strand sticking to her lip gloss. The scent of her strawberry shampoo swept by me, nauseatingly sweet. “Impossible.”“What?”“You can’t resist an Alpha command,” she said
NadiaI glared at her, sure I heard wrong. Who did Anna think she was? What kind of authority did she have that made her think she could decide whether I stayed or not? What classes I did or didn’t belong in?“I was placed in this class,” I scoffed. “So I’m pretty sure it is none of your business wh
Nadia“Boxing?” I asked in disbelief. “At five in the morning?”I had never been much into exercising. At the orphanage, Cliff had been strict with our free time. He liked us best when we were small and broken. Malleable.Most often, chores had been our main source of entertainment. And whatever tim







