Violet carefully watched the door handle turn and the door slowly move forward. The painful sound of rushing blood filled her ears, and light perspiration hung on her forehead. Her throat was tight with raw fear, but she wasn't backing out now. She had to leave this place, so the moment a head peeked from behind the door, Violet used her whole strength plus adrenaline rush and sent the chair crashing on whoever had stepped inside.The wooden chair shattered into pieces and the man staggered for a moment, caught off guard by the attack. He steadied himself almost immediately and turned to his attacker, ready to beat the shit out of them, but his angry look fell and was replaced by one of confusion. "Luna?" He started but Violet had no interest in listening to him as she grabbed a piece of broken chair and swung it at him. "Get away from me!" She screamed and swung the wood at his face, but he dodged it effortlessly. His face still had that confused look as he tried to reason with her.
At the sound of the deep voice, Violet's heart raced and her body went rigid with fear. It didn't take a genius to figure out that the man that stood behind her was the main authority in this place. Just his voice sent a jolt of fear and oddly, admiration through her body."Turn around," Xavier ordered as he watched her attentively, the scent of canalilies with a touch of honey quickly filling his nose. His brows were knit with slight annoyance and his body itched to come closer to her, which made him angrier by the moment. He didn't want this, he didn't want any of this. He excessively cursed the moon goddess in his mind, while he watched the girl slowly turn towards him.Violet slowly sat up and moved to the farthest corner of the bed, raising her legs to her chest. This man had danger signs written all over him and his presence oozed dominance. She openly observed his features. He was big and looked extremely strong, so there was no way she could overpower him. His face was bare
In the few days that followed, Violet slipped in and out of consciousness. She felt comfortable wrapped in a blanket of nothingness and mentally protested heavily when she felt it slipping away, moving her to reality.Her body ached, especially her neck and arm and the weight on them only made her uncomfortable. What was going on? Her mind was still foggy and her mouth felt like cotton. She should be able to open her eyes now but the fear that held her back was too much. She wasn't ready for whatever was out there, but she also needed to feed her curiosity.Violet slightly opened her eyes again and her suspicions were correct. The vague white walls and the oxygen mask in front of her were dead giveaways. Her arm was wrapped in a cast and positioned to enable fast healing.Oh no, her kidnapper. That mad man had done this to her. He broke her arm and almost killed her!Suddenly two voices that came from behind the door sounded faintly into Violet's
Ezekiel quickly emerged from the car and scanned the crowd in confusion, and when his eyes settled on Violet's form, he cursed excessively under his breath. He knew something had happened when Xavier abandoned the meeting and demanded to return to the pack and now he knew things would not end well, especially for the girl.The back door opened roughly, and Xavier stepped out with a stoic face, and his black eyes stared intently at Violet, who shrunk back in fear. Everyone outside fell silent and the whole environment had gone quiet when Xavier stalked towards Violet, his eyes never leaving her body. Ezekiel rubbed his temples wearily as he tried to mind link Zain. 'What happened Zain?' but Zain didn't respond. He was too busy contemplating the next action that would happen. This girl had been through enough trauma in the last few days and he couldn't blame her. Their existence was fictious to humans. 'Zain!' Ezekiel snapped. 'What?''How did she get there?! Didn't you put someone in
Xavier stood by his office window, drink in hand and stared outside, lost in his thoughts. It had been days since he'd last seen the girl as he'd avoided the very floor she stayed on. She was only confined to the smallest room but her scent had spread throughout the whole floor, as if she had rubbed her body on every inch of the place, and it was driving him crazy.He growled lowly, clenching the glass in his hand. This was exactly what he hated; his unnecessary and annoying control over him.He was satisfied in the adept loneliness and lack of emotions for hundreds of years, but this human girl had come and destroyed everything. She was always in his mind, and her scent never left his nose. Worst was the way her reactions affected him. Every slightest thing, from the way she chewed on her lips to the way she looked at him. All of it excited his wolf and stirred his desire to bury himself inside of her.Xavier cursed at his manshaft that strained against his trousers, demanding to pe
"Sending rogues to attack the pack is by far the most foolish thing Demitrey has done." Ezekiel gripped the steering wheel tightly as he spoke to Xavier, who was in no better mood than him. When he had first discovered that Demitrey was responsible for all the rogues lurking about the borders, he had sighed more out of irritation than anger. Demitrey, the alpha of shadow pack was an overconfident, and sly bastard that was lucky enough to have his pack behind no wolf's land, therefore away from Xavier's past expansion spree. However, his recent actions have proven that he wants trouble, and trouble is what he'll get.Ezekiel silently watched Xavier from the rear view mirror; staring out the window, perhaps lost in thought. He had been half present during their discussion as he sparingly answered questions. Xavier glanced at the rear view mirror and Ezekiel averted his eyes after maintaining contact for two seconds."Demitrey may have a vast territory, but his pack is smaller compared
"What are you doing here?!" Xavier bit out as his body shook with rage. Antonio was the last person he had expected to be here, in a werewolf's pack, sitting behind a werewolf's desk. He growled dangerously low at the smug look on Antonio's face and desired nothing less than to claw out every inch of his vile smirk, but he couldn't just attack him…yet."A hello would be nice, Xavier friend," Antonio replied in his usual voice that felt like silk against the skin. The same voice that he used to trap women and even men in his bed. He casually played with a fountain pen between his fingers and watched the angry man before him. "Well?""I'm not playing, Antonio.""Neither am I, Xavier friend," Antonio replied calmly while he twirled the pen and smiled suggestively at Xavier, who didn't share his reactions. "What are you doing here?" Xavier asked again, anger laced in every word as he slowly approached the desk."Very rude, but since you insist, I'll tell you. I heard you'd be visiting thi
"What are you?" A lot of questions ran through Violet's head as she slowly pressed her back to the door, staring at the beautiful, yet scary woman before her. She had her hands folded and her mean face inspected hers with interest. "Well?""H–how did you get in here?!" Violet scanned the room for any door she had missed or any hidden passageways she was not aware of. Did this woman just pop in here?"I asked you a question first," Larissa said in a crisp voice. She had felt something off and it led her here, but now she was even more confused. What was this girl doing here? She was locked up for sure, but why? And why was her energy so obvious yet she couldn't read anything off her. She felt normal, yet not, and she almost looked normal left for the violet eyes."I'm…I'm Violet?" She answered in a questioning manner, interested yet scared of indulging with this strict woman. She shifted her eyes to the door and wondered if Zain was still there, and if he was, could he hear them?Lari