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MIKAEL'S POV☾☾☾I let my gaze burn into her flesh. Yet, she remains unfazed. Does she not know that I hate churning out fibres of discourse over again when I'd previously set them free?I'm not one to mince words or, in specificity to this case, requests. Nor am I one to repeat them. But in her silence, I'm forced to. It's an unpleasant surprise that she just as comfortably keeps her lips sealed."Saskia!" She sends me a look I find to be indecipherable. It amazes me how she manages to drag out my anger by its tail no matter how well I bury it from her reach. "Answer me." My hand squeezes hard on her arm. But at her low gasp, I release her completely from my grasp.The car's windscreen tells me all that I need to know. In my reflection, I catch my eyes glowing amber. It's only a matter of time before he rises. "Hold still." I press against the beast stirring in me.He's been half-asleep for the entire day. But he knows when to take action. The odious smell of the blood-suckers awakened him. And there is no doubt that her insolence is grating hard on him.If there's one thing my wolf values, it's respect. I earned his when I defeated him in our century-long battle for the upper hand. Beforehand, he was never complacent. Not until I warred him into the utmost submission a purebred wolf—descent from the first wolves blessed by the goddess with intelligence—could endure.Though I relate to him as a close friend or even a brother, we both know I have the upper hand.Against my wishes, he ignores my orders. I have no choice but to call him by name to repress the surge in strength as he rears up his head. Only few wolves are named. And even when they are, their names are not to be toyed with as the appellations possess their own power.["Rikal!"] I say sharply, and he snorts in defeat. His reluctance to obey does not escape my recognition, but he does the needed and starts to withdraw. ["Hold back. She's not to be hurt."] I reiterate, making certain we are on the same page.It would be a hell of a shame if we let go of our pawn by mistake when we could let her become the more useful queen. But it's clear to me now what his silence had been. It wasn't apathy as I'd thought—the realisation clubs me upside down the head—but rather simmering hatred.He hates the princess.Rightly so. But even I cannot deny the reality that none of what had happened was Saskia's fault. She was not the one who destroyed the most virtuous of souls—our kindred. Nor was she the one who had hands in turning them into monsters unrecognisable by their blood. I'd gathered enough information on her to know that though not blameless, she was far from being the devil.Back to the woman... "You've not answered my question. I believe I have been patient enough, love.""It was a wolf.""I know that." I pin her with a dubious look. Why is she reluctant to speak of what happened? Was the mark of her lover? A promise to return for her? "What wolf—" An angry growl knocks out the questions queuing up in my throat. It's hard to form complete sentences when my sweltering emotions are knocking me off balance. Her womanly scent, which has hijacked my senses after enveloping me like a cocoon, is not helping matters either."What wolf was it?" I out the damned words eventually."It was one that fought against me.""Fought against you? Who is he? Where is he?" I fire one query after the other in a single breath."He was a rebel turned rogue." She pushes a hand through her glossy hair, and my eyes follow the curling of her fingers. Delicate and slender, they push in then pull out. That movement...is familiar. I still the wicked urges swimming to the surface of my head while fighting against shutting my eyes when, really, I dearly want to see improper images of her swimming under my eyelids.Her hair. I want it wound around my hand while I pull on them like reigns and drive into her with a fearful force. Physically, all of her is exactly what I'd be attracted to in a woman. It's startling how perfect she is in that regard.Admittedly, she fills me with desire. Burning, raving desire. I want her to feel so too. I've seen her in ecstasy once; I crave to see it again when I bury myself in her. This time, without the smog of alcohol and drugs fogging her perception."Mikael?" The honeyed waves of her voice lap at me, hauling my attention back into the present. Why is she so delectable? So enticing? All too beguiling?"Where is this rebel turned rogue?" The instant I request his whereabouts, she stops digging in her hair and trains her gaze on me, a doubtful expression floating around the dark opening of her eye."He's dead."Fuck. "Why? How?" I wanted to end him with my own hands."I killed him."This pleases me somewhat more than any other option. It was better her than another man taking the hell-bound asshole down. "Good." I nod, still keeping a safe distance between us. It must have been insanity that pushed me to incipiently share this close propinquity with her, as I definitely regret it now.Right now, I can hear her steady heartbeat and smell her citrusy bliss, though not as well as I did when my hands were hooked under and girding her. Regardless, it's all sending me into a state of madness.She shifts on the car, wrapping her arms around herself, then shivers. Glad to leave my dirty thoughts behind for the most I can manage, I query: "Cold?" The chilly wind has picked up. It also transports the smells of the living dead up this way. I sniff tentatively, not at all excited to down the unpleasant stenches.I take note that though we've waited for a fat minute, we've not been met by the dark forms themselves. The haze that circles us keeps out supernatural creatures by confusing them but not ever for this long. It seems that this set of vampires are not the smartest, which is all the more reason today should be the last day they'll behold in their living state of death."I'm warm enough, but not exactly." I raise both brows. Whatever in fuck's name does that mean?"You speaking to me gibberish, darling. Make me understand. It's simple. Cold or not?""Cold."As expected. I shrug off my jacket and place it over her shoulders. Her small, sexy mouth opens, and I know she is about to protest. "I'll not hear of it." I deadpan. But then she starts to peel it from over herself. "Keep it on. Do not play games with me, love." When will she ever stop trying to go against me?She exhales then sighs exhaustedly as if I were a pest. A nuisance she is forced to put up with. I ought to force that mouth full with something else other than her silent complaints. "The vampires...how much farther away from here are they?""Over a hundred metres away." They could be here in a flash, but they are as dense as bricks. "Give or take, that is.""Alright." I watch her keenly after my announcement. Nothing changes. Her heart rate does not speed up, a sign of alarm or trepidation. She instead focuses on stuffing her arms into the jacket. It dwarfs her, and I have to immure the defiant chuckle tickling my windpipe. How funny she looks. I could watch her waddle around in it for hours without tiring.My Luna amuses me.☽☽☽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 t
☾☾☾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