Amira lounges on her bed with her laptop in place in front of her as she works tirelessly on the mountain of assignments she has from the week, briefly thinking back to the days when she spent her Saturdays playing at the park or going to the movies instead of being a shut-in hermit with work all around her. She hasn’t heard anything from Calix since Friday afternoon when leaving class and he mentioned to her that he will be returning to his pack for the weekend and won’t be close enough to know if something goes wrong. This means she was given a stern reminder to avoid Evander, though she doubts he will pop up at her house. She does wonder if she should mention the weird incident she had when driving home from school when a suspicious car looked like it followed her from around the college campus right into her home area. But when she had pulled over onto the side of the road, it passed right away and kept going until it disappeared. She had sat there and wai
As Calix pulls into the Highmoon Pack territory, Amira feels as if she has been transported to another world, like a hidden fantasy realm just beyond the dreary and grey city she has always lived in. She never knew there could be such a bountiful and beautiful place as the Highmoon territory, the grass as green as the fake grass on some of the richest places in Morrowfalls, but lush and real. The dense trees seem to help keep the fog of the swamp away but are still scattered enough to let in a rare view of sunlight as the clouds pass by. Pulling up to the pack house her tongue nearly falls out of her mouth as her jaw topples open, looking at the mass structure as if it just stepped out of the Viking era. “This is your pack house?” she whispers. Calix chuckles. “A lot better compared to that shabby ex-boyfriend's house.” He stops and peers at the front. “With the door wide open,” he mutters. He removes her off his lap and gets out of the car, expos
**WARNING - This chapter contains sexual content not suitable for readers under 18.** Amira is shocked to hear how desperate Calix sounds, not expecting him to react like this to her just asking for space, but she also can’t bear to see him look so broken, reminding her of a whimpering puppy being told to leave the bedroom. She holds back a snicker and caves. “Why exactly am I here, what is the great danger you’re keeping from me?” He lifts his head and his honey-brown eyes light up a little. “Because I feel this is the best place where I know I can keep you safe, but I promise you aren’t a prisoner here. You can come and go from this room as you please, I just advise telling me if you want to wander outside of the house, and you’ll be going to school on Monday and every other day, we can even grab your car for you to use.” “Why do you need to keep me safe?” Calix laughs and kisses her fingers, still gripping her hand. “Because I am a hated and feared man, sweetheart.
**WARNING - This chapter contains sexually suggestive content that isn't suitable for readers under 18. ** ~*~*~*~*~*~ Amira wakes up to the shock of seeing it is 6 a.m. – and it’s now Monday. She slept all of Sunday away after her activities in bed last night. Just the thought sends her stomach flip-flopping and squirming, remembering every last detail of what she did last night. She is almost still able to feel his fingers inside of her. Oh, dear god! She gets out of bed quietly and rushes into the bathroom, turning on the light to find the sink and splash some cold water on her face. Looking up at the mirror to check how streaked her make-up is, she gasps loudly instead of the multiple hickey marks covering her chest and neck. She also notices that she has been dressed in an oversized white t-shirt, her bra still missing but her panties back in place. “Oh, my god,” she mutters, thinking of Calix changing her and cleaning up their mess after
Amira waits patiently as the students slowly flow out of the class at the end of the lecture so she can rush up to the front and bring Calix up to speed about her morning. Once the last student is gone she wanders up next to him. “Hey, there’s something I wanted to talk to you about.” He stops her and pulls his chair out from his desk while sitting, motioning for her to sit on his lap. “You can tell me from here.” She rolls her eyes and but plants herself firmly in his lap and opens her mouth to continue talking. He once again cuts her off by kissing her neck, going right for her weak spot and clings to her as if they haven’t seen each other in days. “We just saw each other this morning, and we got more than enough quality time.” She blushes and turns her face away. He nuzzles the side of her face. “It’s not my fault, it’s even more agonizing being away from you for even a second now.” “Hold on a second.” She
“Good morning, what can I get for you?” The barista smiles over the counter. “Just a small dark roast coffee please,” Amira says and hands over a bill. This has been her morning routine for the past 3 years that she has been working part-time at her father’s head office. She discovered this small café around the corner from the building, giving her somewhere to go during lunches if she doesn’t feel like sitting in his stuffy office. The barista hands her the small cup and she waits in line for the sugar and cream bar. She looks around the brightly lit seating area and her heart nearly stops when she spots Evander clear as day seated at the far end of the café by the window. There is a jacket over the back of the chair opposite of him and soon after a young red-headed woman sits down across, only the side of her face visible to Amira. She peers at the woman’s face and wonders why she looks so familiar; she has never seen this woman before she can swe
“Get a pack doctor, now!” Calix shouts, holding Amira’s cold and lifeless body in his shaking hands. A servant comes and offers to take her to the pack infirmary, taking her from his arms when he doesn’t react to his words and rushes out of the room. The faint whimper of Myla wakes him from his shock, and he turns toward her in a flash, grabbing her by the throat and crushing her against the wall. “Give me one reason not to end your life right now?” She gasps and claws at his hands, unable to speak. “Calix, please reconsider, she is my sister and someone who has been a dear friend until now. Give her another chance,” Malachi pleads. “Another chance! She tried to kill my mate, she has made it clear from the start she has hated Amira and has now shown she doesn’t hold any respect or care for her Alpha.” Myla shakes her head, her face going red before he finally lets her go. “Please, spare me, Calix
Amira awakes to multiple things beeping around her and assumes her alarm is going off in her delirious state. She tries to reach over and grasp her phone, but something tugs painfully on her arm and wakes her up completely to see a tube sticking out of one arm and an IV in the other. She blinks her eyes against the white light, shocked to see she is back in her room at home rather than in a hospital or Calix’s bedroom. The last thing she remembers is being bitten by Myla and bleeding out before Calix found her, but she passed out seconds after and doesn’t remember anything else. Where is Calix, and why isn’t she back at the pack house? Her mother walks into her room carrying a tray of food, but quickly drops is when she sees Amira sitting up in the bed, letting out a large cry that alerts her father. “You’re awake, thank God!” she cries and runs over, hugging her in a death grip. “Be careful, sweetheart, you might hurt her,” her father c