STORY IS CURRENTLY ON HOLD TO ENSURE BEST QUALITY OF CONTENT. "Are you a friend or foe?" I whispered as a strong sense of desire flared just by the mere heat I felt coming from his body. "Neither." He smirked devilishly. "My alliance lies with the highest bidder. They say kill, I say how much." "Then are you here to kill me?" I asked trying to remain rational as his intoxicating essence attacks all my senses. "Not in the literal sense." He whispers in my ear. "I plan to hog tie and f**k you til you think you've died and gone to heaven." "Is that a promise?" My core throbs as I imagine all the ways he could please me. "It is, and I always keep my promises." Since birth Amya's life was all planned out for her. Every step, every lesson, every day was spent preparing to be the bride of Vincent Miguel, the alpha of the Blue Moon pack. At least, that was the plan until Mykel Brady came crashing into her life. Now Amya finds herself oddly drawn to the wild and mysterious Mykel. This attraction leaves her rethinking her entire existence and desperately wanting to leave the mundane life she has always lived. Mykel, a wicked assassin whose alliance went with the highest bidder was hired to get rid of Amya, but little did he expect to find himself oddly attracted to her and her fierce and wild spirit. Not one to care for the rules or responsibilities, Mykel finds himself taking Amya away from the life she always knew and introducing her to his world. A world of kill or be killed and darkness. Will the two be able to defy all the odds for one another?
View More“Mom?”
“Mom, please wake up!”
“You can’t leave me with him! You can’t leave me here…”
“Please…”
I still remember the night my mother left me. I was only 7. My father, Rock, beat her so badly that she could hardly see out of her eyes. He’s the Alpha of our pack, Ironclaw. But he’s also a monster to our family.
Nothing my mother, Emlin, did was ever good enough for him. I can’t remember a time when she was happy. An Alpha was never supposed to lay his hands on their lunas.
Once my grandfather, my mother’s father, died and Rock became the Alpha, there was nothing left of him except greed. He wanted power and he didn’t care who he had to step on to get it.
Every time I close my eyes, I remember so vividly the night she died. I can still hear her screaming down in the living room as my father yelled at her. He belittled her and made her feel as though she was nothing.
I tiptoed out of my room that night and sat by the stairs; the shards of glass broke from his hands as he clutched his beer bottle tightly. His knuckles grew white as fury raged through him.
She was terrified of him.
She cried for him to stop but he wouldn’t. He was too far gone.
Rock smashed the glass across her face, slicing through her flesh. She fell to the ground in a pool of her own blood. I wanted to scream for him to leave her alone, but my words were caught in my throat. He grabbed her by the shirt and punched her in the stomach.
Tears mixed in with the blood that was smudged across her face. Sweat poured from his reddened face. He spits at her; his lip curls as if he were looking at something disgusting. As he turned to walk away from her, he paused when he saw me sitting on the stairs.
I expected him to come after me next. But he didn’t come after me.
He turned away and stalked towards his bedroom. I looked at my mother who had her face buried in her hands sobbing. I wanted to run to her to comfort her, but I was frozen.
After what felt like a lifetime, she finally lifted her gaze to me.
“Go to bed, Arina,” she said; her tone was raspy as if it hurt her to speak. The redness around her neck was probably the reason for that. “I’ll be there in a little bit,” she promised.
I nodded and walked up the stairs and back into my bedroom.
My room consisted of a mattress, a dresser, a closet, and a couple of toys. That’s all I was allowed growing up. Rock hated spending the money on things we didn’t need, so I was only allowed the bare minimum.
These dark maroon shades were also kept on my window; my mother often kept them closed tightly so I never knew if it was daytime or nighttime. My mother slept with me nearly every night because she couldn’t stand being around my father. He had a different lover over a lot of the nights.
I knew one was a consistent lover of his.
Melissa.
My father met Melissa around the time I turned 1. My mother was threatened by her always being around, but he told her their relationship meant nothing and that my mother had nothing to worry about.
By the time I was 2, Melissa claimed she was pregnant. Rock kept her away for a long while. My mother wasn’t sure if she believed that this woman was pregnant, but it seemed as though Rock had cut ties with her.
Then 9-10 months later, he brought her back and she was carrying a baby. Apparently, he’s been taking care of her and being with Melissa at her place, without my mother knowing.
Melissa never lived with us, but she would come over periodically with the baby and Rock would go there a lot. I knew it destroyed my mother.
She was broken.
She was crawling into bed with me about 30 minutes later. She cleaned up most of the blood around her face, leaving only bruises and gash marks. Her eyes were swollen, and her lips were puffy.
It was amazing that she was able to smile when she saw me. She always managed to smile when I was around. She told me I was what kept her going most of the time and that she would do anything to protect me. She told me that she loved me more than anything and that I was her moon. I light her up when she’s at her darkest.
I said something to her that made her giggle; it was a relief to hear that from her. I couldn’t remember the last time she genuinely laughed. I hated I could not protect her.
At that moment, her worries had melted away and I saw something unfamiliar in her swollen green eyes.
Happiness.
I never wanted this feeling to end.
Eventually, I fell asleep in her arms.
When I woke up to her body being cold. The color was drained from her half-opened eyes, and I could see no signs of life.
Rock told me that she purposely drank poison to kill herself.
But that was a lie.
My mother would never kill herself; she would never leave me.
She couldn’t leave me…
That night imprisoned me and continues to haunt me 10 years later.
Nobody questioned how my mother died. He was the Alpha; they trusted him.
He covered her bruises with makeup before her wake and the swelling had gone down a bunch before the ceremony.
After she died, Melissa moved in with their child, Ronnie. Rock transferred his anger to me, and I started getting beat. I put up with it for a long time because I knew my mother had put up with it.
Most nights I would stay in my room because I couldn’t handle being seen by my father. I would pray to my mother every night, hoping that she was somewhere happy and safe. That’s all I wanted for her.
I couldn’t remember how old I was when I started conflicting self-harm with myself. I just remember wanting the numbness in my soul to go away. I wanted to feel something; anything. I would sit in bed and force the razor through the flesh of my wrist; I would watch the blood trickle down my arm and soak into the mattress I once shared with my mother.
When I turned 10, Rock married Melissa.
The pack didn’t even bat an eye at his new marriage. As much as he could fool them, he could never fool me. I knew of the monster that lay under his fur.
Melissa tried everything in her power to pretend to be my mother. She would even wear my mother’s clothing, jewelry, and my mother’s lavender perfume.
I hated her, but I hated him even more.
They were the reason my mother was dead.
“Stop acting like my mother!” I yelled to Melissa; she was scolding me for leaving some of my belongings in the living room. “You aren’t her; you will never be her.”
“Excuse me?” Melissa said, her eyes were large and alert.
My father came around the corner; his face was red with fury and his fists were clenched as he stormed closer to me.
At that moment, I wasn’t afraid of him. I didn’t care anymore. He could do whatever he wanted. I would at least feel something; anything other than this overwhelming numbness.
“You watch how you speak to her,” he hissed through gritted teeth.
“Make me…” I dared, keeping my voice as steady as I could.
I refused to show him any kind of fear. I wanted him to see how much I didn’t care. I wanted him to see how much I hated him.
Before any more words were exchanged, his fist went through my jaw. I stumbled backward and hit my head off the wall. I saw spots covering my vision and I felt a sense of dizziness. Before I could fully grasp what happened, his other fist went through my stomach, knocking the wind out of me.
I tumbled forward and vomited on the wooden floors. My fingers trembled as I held my stomach, trying to keep myself from vomiting.
I looked up at him; his face showed nothing but hate. His icy blue eyes were dark to the point where they were nearly black. His lip curled up in the same way he looked at my mother. He looked at me with such disgust on his face.
I could see the red aura of his wolf illuminating his skin; he wanted to transition and finish the job. If he switched to his wolf form, I knew I would be done for. I haven’t found my wolf form yet and wouldn’t until my 16th birthday.
I was powerless against him.
Melissa just watched and did nothing.
I thought he was going to hit me again, but he didn’t. He left me there. He took Melissa and they left the room together.
I spit blood onto the floor; I knew I couldn’t stay here anymore. I had to get out.
The next time I come back, I'm going to make him pay.
[Mykel’s POV]"Please."Amya’s voice, which begged me, sounded so damn sad that it was taking everything I had not to attack right here and now. Why the hell was I even hesitating?I didn’t understand it myself, but something about fucking her right here and now just didn’t feel right to me. It was so similar to the way I did it with all the other women that I just couldn’t bring myself to do it."Mykel."Dammit. Snapping out of my head, I looked down into Amya’s large, pleading eyes, finding myself getting lost.‘Just do it,’ a small voice in the back of my head urged. ‘Before she decides to leave you.’Leave me? There was no fucking way that I would allow that to happen. Amya was mine—mind, body, and soul. The moon goddess made her for me, and I would be damned if I let any other bastard touch her.‘And what if they do?’ The voice continued. ‘Will you have the right to stop them?’Would I? Yes, I would, and once I did, they would disappear from the face of the earth."Is that a no?"
[Amya’s POV]I hover nearby while Mykel tells Armal and me about his discovery while in the Oasis, but I can’t quite believe what I’m hearing.All my life I had hoped to meet my wolf, but after Mia suddenly appeared within me, I lost all hope and accepted that she was my other half. But now here was Mykel saying that he not only found my wolf, no, he discovered the wolf I craved was the very thing that was trying to kill me."It doesn’t make sense," Armal muttered, voicing my own thoughts. "Why would Amya’s wolf want to kill her?""Maybe it feels that she betrayed it by accepting Mia?" Mykel offered, sending a pang of pain through me. "I can kind of understand its sentiments."Frowning, I eyed Mykel as the clear jealousy he had constantly felt since discovering his best friend was mated to my other half appeared. I guess he was right; he understood, even if I thought it was ridiculous."So what do we do?" I asked, wanting to change the subject. "We aren’t going to destroy my wolf, are
[Mykel’s POV]I continued to examine the area around me until I spotted what looked like plumes of smoke. If anything was releasing these things, I had a good feeling it was whatever that smoke was coming from.Fixing my gaze on my target, I began to move, leaping across rivers of lava and climbing over clusters of boulders."What the hell?" I hissed, when I finally reached my destination. "What is that?"Ahead of me wasn’t what I expected. Instead of a possible mountain, which I had initially thought was the culprit, it was a large crevice in the ground that smoke and fire billowed out of, and as the smoke grew higher and higher, it shifted and changed into those things we had been fighting in the oasis.Bracing myself, I slowly inched closer until I found myself standing on its edge and looking down at the last thing I expected.Sitting in the middle of a pool of fire was a large black wolf with red markings on its fur that looked almost like fire and that glowed and shifted with th
[Mykel’s POV]Satisfied that Denny and his idiot squad wouldn’t be anymore of a nuisance, I pulled Amya to me and began to move."Are we really just going to leave them like that?" she whispers, shooting a look over her shoulder. "What if they try?""They won’t," I assure her, smirking. "Denny knows damn well that if he betrays his word, I’ll kill him, no questions asked. Now, stop wasting so much energy on other men because you’re going to make me jealous.""Aw, do you really think I’d be interested in anyone but you?" Amya purred, skipping around to stand in front of me. "Don’t worry, you’re the only one for me; after all, the goddess said it was so."Growling, I reach out and attempt to grab Amya to punish her for her poor joke. However, she easily shimmies out of the way as a tinkling laugh escapes her."Catch me if you can, big guy!"Letting out a sigh, I began to move but stopped as Armal’s presence suddenly pressed against my skin.Shit, did this mean that he was back? If so, w
[Amya’s POV]"Are you sure about this?"Mykel’s worried voice radiated from beside me as I got into position to begin my battle with Denny.Turning, I just gave a smile and a winked. If he thought that I would do something that I wasn’t confident about, then he really didn’t know me."Don’t worry," I murmured, reaching out and squeezing his hand. "Do you really think that this sourpuss will be able to take me?"For a moment, Mykel doesn’t speak as he looks from me to Denny and back. Despite my assurance, it is easy to tell by the look on his face that he isn’t quite sure."I know you’re worried," I sighed, feeling his tension and unease through our bond. "But I promise you, I’ll be fine."Leaning over, I quickly kiss his cheek before turning my full attention to Denny, who is watching us with an unreadable expression."Jealous?" I smirked, flashing my teeth. "Would you like a kiss too?"At my words, a growl of warning erupts from Mykel that causes me to burst into a fit of laughter. M
[Mykel’s POV]"You’re going to make me yack." Pam groaned as I planted another kiss on the top of Amya’s head. "Could you stop?""Close your eyes." I chuckled, using a finger to push Amya’s head up enough for me to kiss her lips. "Or enjoy the show.""Wait!" Amya gasped, lifting her hand and covering my mouth.As I tried to process her rejection, a bark of laughter escaped Pam, while Lucien and Grendal fought to remain sober."I think that’s her way of agreeing that you’re being disgusting." Pam cackled."Actually," Amya countered, "it isn’t that I don’t want him to kiss me, but I kind of just threw up and haven’t been able to brush my teeth or wash my mouth."At her words, I felt a wave of relief roll through me. She wasn’t rejecting me. That was great."It appears that you will have to wait until we find an inn, lover boy." Pam giggled. "And even then, she will be sharing a room with me.""Fuck that."When we got to the inn, there was no way in hell that I was going to let Amya out
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