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MIKAEL'S POV☾☾☾"It's not funny at all." She glares at me, flapping her fabric-sheltered hands. They are invisible as the sleeves swallow them up. I think it to be a cute image, but she unmistakably hates it. "How am I supposed to do shit with the sleeves this darn large? And do not freaking put your teeth on display." She warns. I smile only to spite her and because it's quite enjoyable when she's annoyed as her subtle Southern accent strains through in her speeches."I'll smile when I want to, piscín." Apparently not in the mood to spit out retorts anymore, she swivels away from me and works on rolling up her extensive jacket hands. Immediately finished, in a short half-leap, she's off the car and onto the ground.She unfurls, reaching for the sky then to her side, her nubile body bending into weird shapes, which I delight in imagining making her hold for hours. She's doing this on purpose. No one stretches this way... In such a way that triumphantly stretches the fabric of my trouser in response.Out of nowhere, Rikal growls harshly, and it hits me like a bolt of lightning.I sink my heels into the ground, restraining myself from staggering back in pain. She's not to see the battle going on in my head. The heat. The need. The craving.["Let us mate with the human!"]["Lie still."] I command, and he surpisingly retreats, although ultimately upset. His confusion at what he senses and irritation at my dismissal cause goosebumps to dart upwards on my skin.It was a century ago that we lost her—our mate. Since after, there have only been a handful of occasions where I felt the need to ferally mate with any female. Now is one of them, though also an exception as it is the only time it's been with a human woman. In spite of the animosity he has against her, Rikal cannot deny an attraction to her. Or is it that his initial reaction was not entwined with detestation?It's bizarre.I can't fully understand what it is he's feeling. In addition to his bewilderment, he's being guarded. Again. Nonetheless, we both know: humans cannot be mates to werewolves. The wolf-half would never be able to bind with the mortal woman or man. It's never been. Probably never will be. Wolves, for this reason, never desire to mate with humans.It's almost like a law of nature. When werewolves fall in love with humans, only the half-human is attracted enough to the partner to procreate with them. This was why humans did not birth werewolves as children. Solely humans.Oddly enough, my wolf is drawn to an unblemished human. And not simply a mere fascination with her. He deems her suitable enough to mate with. Might it be because her father's a wolf?What the hell is going on?"A stake.""A stake?" I pause to collect my line of thinking. My head throbs harshly with the desires of my wolf. It's chaos inside of me. "I don't have one. I do not like fighting with weapons.""I need a stake." A lour creases my temple as she stalks away from me. What is she to do?What does she know?She's not innocent, this one. A quality that initially made her the best candidate for being my Luna—albeit temporarily—in addition to the basics of my plan. Currently, though, it bothers me. It's disturbing that I have a weak effect on her while she's so positively compelling to me. Of all blasted things, her anger arouses me, and it's even worse that I enjoy putting her in her place.When she talks, I avoid staring at those red, plump lips because I know if I watch them longer than a moment, I'll start kissing her, and I won't be able to stop. Even a layperson can predict where that will lead. Lusty thoughts cloud my head with every move she executes, making it hard to cogitate rationally. And it's only been a day.I might be fucked."Found something good!" She returns in haste, fine curves aggressively swaying, before I can set out to find her. It's safe in this arena. So she can wander as far as she wants. Joma protects all of hither as it is part of my jurisdiction and, therefore, under her control as well."What have you found?" I roll my shoulders, attempting to release the tension that has the muscles in them coiled up. It's been a hard day, but it would be a true lie if I blame this pressure exerted on every point of my body on stress. It's all her handiwork."This." In a flourish, she produces a sturdy branch of considerable length. It's roughly as tall as the entirety of her arm."You do know that wood is not of the type that can kill them, right?""Of course, I do." She lifts it upward, with efforts I must say to not whip herself in the head, then twirls it around, surveying its length. "This is a random chunk of wood. Just thinking to get them weakened.""Moreover, the tips of that one are rounded. Would do nothing to them, love.""I appreciate your concern. But I'm not stupid, Alpha Mikael." She barks, turning her back on me."Hand it here. I'll deal with tearing it in two so." I beckon on her. And...she ignores me. I'm gradually learning to not blow up at her attitude. Still doesn't change the fact that it is incredibly vexing, nonetheless."I have hands," is her retort, and I watch as she raises the stick once, lowers it, then the second time, snapping it in two over her knee. Briefly, her face contorts, obviously in pain. It does not linger, though as she meets my eyes, all poker-faced. I have to wonder, what is she trying to prove to me? I make the decision to ignore her also.It does not take minutes before the haze is disrupted. Finally, they're here. I hear their footsteps first. Then I see them. They must have ditched their car as they are on foot. Also, there is only two of them, far lesser in number than was first in their vehicle. Why could that be?"Alpha Mikael." That infuriating voice.It's him. The same arse who crossed me in not even the passing of a week. He's honestly grown tired of living, has he not? My wolf grunts his agreement. He's alert, ready to tear out if need be. Second chances will definitely not be given today if anyone oversteps their boundaries."Why did you follow us?" Blocking Saskia from their view while ignoring her protests, I address the one I know to identify out of the two due to our de trop history. I still do not know the fool's name, nor do I think I ever want to."We are here to see our new Luna." I snarl at his reply, ready to rip a body to pieces."Our?" A cruel smile hangs on my lips as the scenario where I incapacitate both creatures after a good bout of torture plays in my head. It's distracting. The plot of all that would be done fills my head for a solid trice, disconnecting my consciousness from reality. The shattering of bones would very well lift my spirits. It would be a good conversion of the pent-up frustrations in me."Yes. Our. Luna. Heard she was beautiful, Alpha." Only one has been talking. The other, who is dressed in all black clothes and a broad-rimmed cap, has not said a word since their arrival. I find his line of sight directed behind me suspicious. And speaking of suspicious, why have I not heard of the wild kitten?I whip around to find her gone.☾☾☾SASKIA'S POV☽☽☽His shoulders are the sexiest pair I've ever seen. They are also the broadest, most view-obstructing pieces of shits I've been forced to come face to face with so far in my reasonably long life. I can't see anything. Not a single damn thing. Just by standing in front of me, he's taken over the situation himself, leaving me back, keeping me out of what clearly involves me.It was Wade and I who were followed in the first place. Someone, please tell me why he's so worked up about an issue that should be none of his concern? I'm sure he doesn't even know. But by pulling me behind himself, he sent out a silent statement that he does not deem me capable enough to take care of my matters and somehow has concluded that they should be left to him to deal with.The only problem is that's everything but the truth. I can pull my own weight, and I don't expect or need anyone to lug me along with themselves, believing that they are doing me a favour. I think it bothers me even
☾☾☾SASKIA'S POV☽☽☽He pulls out the stick, and the break in his skin heals almost immediately. I raise an eyebrow. For a feat that took most of my energy, it did not leave a mere scratch on him.I'm at a very huge disadvantage, I know, despite my unwavering confidence. Never have I fought a vampire before. And, from the many stories I've heard, I understand they are scary fast, faster than many wolves. Oh, and they love human blood; yeah, this is really not the best time to be human. Though my assailant has not shown any signs of being interested in fighting me, that could change any second now. I can't tell what he's thinking or what he plans to do.My close combat skills are at a solid level, but chiefly when I have a reliable weapon. Like my damn dagger, which Mikael made me leave in Wade's car when he appeared out of nowhere. Without it, my strength in battling dips down by a little. "Cat got your tongue, Luna?" He shuffles towards me, his grin stretching wider with each step he
☾☾☾SASKIA'S POV☽☽☽I close my eyes and wait. Then I wait a little longer, then even longer. Nothing happens. Finally, I pop open my eyes, one after the other and there he is, calmly staring at me with an amused look on his face.Like I've suddenly been smacked back to my senses, I slam against his arms with a careless abandon that hurt more than it should to break through the stronghold he'd formed around me.After my display of delusion, I take a good number of shaky steps away from him. "Really, I didn't know you wanted me so badly, love," he remarks while massaging his right arm.An uncivil blush spreads across my face in return like a forest fire, setting my cheeks and the bare tips of my ears ablaze. I flame hot and wince as something suspiciously close to hot shame slithers around my wrist, hauling me into a wall of embarrassment.Twirling around, I try my best to pull myself together while registering a hundred thousand ways I could erupt that might really be too akin to a bo
☾☾☾SASKIA'S POV☽☽☽The man is quite tall, almost the Alpha's height but only a few inches off. His formal attire in a well-tailored business suit and slim trousers vividly contrast Mikael's white polo shirt on a jean outfit. Yet, even though he towers over me by nearly a foot, I do not feel the same dominating quality from him. Only Mikael seems to wear the ridiculous aura with pride and pleasure. Must be one of the many facets of being an Alpha."It's been a while." His eyes dart my way, then back to Mikael. "This is her?" He asks with a certain awe mixed in his voice. I resist the urge to cringe at him acting as if he's never seen an adult female before. Or maybe he's surprised by my appearance? I don't know. That would be weird because even I have met a few people who significantly resemble me."Yes. That's the woman I love." Mikael affirms, and I'm thrown off guard for a split second until I remind myself that we are only actors on a stage. Whatever he utters is for a show. His
☽☽☽MIKAEL'S POV☾☾☾My hand grips the steering wheel as I drive twenty kilometres over the speed limit. Home is closer than ever. I can almost smell the pine cones and maples. Feel the electricity zapping through the air, triggered by the barrier over and protecting my people.It puts me in a less ill-humoured mood to be near the pack, having stayed away for weeks in my hunt for a runaway group. My return today was short-lived as the Luna's entrance into the city called for my attention before anything else could be tended to.I guide my attention along the thin line of desiring to be back home instead of the anger awakening in the forefront of my head. She's been terribly quiet throughout the ride. I haven't said a thing either. Not because I lost my command of words suited to this case, but because of the simmering annoyance below the surface of my skin where none can glimpse of it."Only on paper,"Her statement was clearly meant to put me where she thought I belonged, and it's irr
☽☽☽MIKAEL'S POV☾☾☾I have to laugh. A long, hearty laugh. "You'll make me regret it? Now, isn't that something, love? I'd love to watch you do that. Would make me day." I admit, grinning at the red-faced princess.She's so easily provoked that it's my fun riling her up. She appears to be so angry that I'm surprised she doesn't attach both her hands to my neck, attempting to choke me while she wrings the oxygen out of me lungs."You make me want to hurt something." She mutters, shaking her head. I catch sight of a few strays from her hairdo from the movement of her head. With a flick of my fingers, I have the strands of her hair tucked into place behind her ear before I can stop myself. "Don't touch me!" She slaps my hand away, and I chuckle at her overreaction."Seems like you've forgotten that ye wished to visit the bathroom, darling. Are you no longer pressed?""Pressed? What the hell do you mean?""I'm merely asking if you don't feel the urge to go as you'd made yourself out to b
☽☽☽MIKAEL'S POV☾☾☾My lips twitch. She humours me far too dearly, even when it’s not in her good nature. I could watch the Western princess for days and not be bored. The things she says, the things she does, are laughably too droll, so much that I have to berth myself in the present to not lose sight of their deeper meanings. I’d have missed the menace cloistered within her words if not so.“Sorry, but I don’t think I heard your words, love. Care to repeat them again?” I ask carefully, observing how her jade eyes scintillate as streams of the sun bounce off them. She might need this benefit of the doubt I’ve given, and I’m eager to know what her subsequent reaction will be.“I said,” she lours at me, her expression souring. “What if I wanted a divorce?”A good chance. I gave her a good chance, and she’s wasted it. She dared to defiantly repeat her threat a second time despite knowing the consequences of doing so. It’s baffling. Why’s she so nonchalant? Or is it that she’s playing ou
☽☽☽MIKAEL'S POV☾☾☾It’s quiet as I come to in my car. In the driver’s seat, to be specific. It takes some seconds to remember where I’m at, what has happened, what I’ve done. “Awake now?” Waves of velvet serve me the question I know is from the woman I’d tried to kill.“Yes,” I answer groggily. The back of my head still throbs, and a ghastly headache is about to split my skull in two. I reach for the rear of my crown, cutting through the wisps of hair scattered about, almost forming a barrier, and feel a plaster pasted against my head. No, not one. I touch the papery strips and count about five of them.“It was quite a hit.” She mutters, her cheeks whipped pink by an emotion I can’t identify. Is it embarrassment or regret? I expect the latter from her as she’d hit me harshly enough to kill a human. Then again, I did almost slit her throat with my claws. I stare hard at my hands, which have reverted to their form more humanlike to the eyes.“Was it?”“Yeah,” she blushes even harder,