None appeared. I didn't give up and kept calling out and sifting through the cacophony. After repeating this for about an hour, all I saw were dead people who the house had crushed. I yelled again because I still wasn't ready to give up. Not a single person could be seen. I finally gave up and cried out while falling to the ground. My body rushed with sobs that were loud and irrepressible. My favorite activity today appears to be sobbing, it seems. Crying appeared to be the only appropriate response for me to have today because I felt hopeless and pitiful. My eyes were now dehydrated. I collapsed on the ground, trembling and hiccupping when I ran out of tears. When I could relax, I concentrated on my hearing to see if I could hear anything. I was still deciding whether to give up. I was greeted by total quiet. Nothing was present there then. The realization struck me instantly. I had slain my entire pack. Because of me, every single one of them was dead. I committed murder. I
Everything was gradually becoming evident. "You didn't intentionally murder those folks, did you?" He asked and I didn't answer. This was a very delicate topic for me, and to be completely honest, I didn't want to talk about it. When he saw my upset expression, he added, "Well, I guess I have my answer." "Why are you here?" I asked, wiping away a tear before it fell. "My brother" "Your brother?" I asked, confused. "He doesn't know me, but I've heard you are his mate," I said. I muttered, "Ryan," as I peered more intently at the man in front of me. "Yes. If you don't go right now, they'll use you to murder him." When I heard that, the prospect of killing my mate caused my chest to tighten severely, even though I knew we might never be romantically involved, I never intended for him to pass away. He stepped closer and said, "I don't know what happened between you two, but I'm sure you don't want him dead." I gritted out, "Don't get any closer." No matter his name, I wouldn'
I am still figuring to make it work despite what I want. "We must figure out a way to get this. "The first thing out of your back is that." Ryan stated. A moment ago, the surgeon stitching me up was instructed to "Go figure out how to detach this thing from her back." "What is it?" I enquired out of concern. "Nothing to be concerned about. I'll make sure nothing wrong occurs to you. "He gave me a determined look as Ryan turned to face me. I became less anxious but still worried under his comforting stare. So, something has been in my back the entire time. For a while, I genuinely believed the agony was in my head, but it turned out to be something lodged in my back. I could finally move after feeling something slowly separate from my back. My body was lying on the table, and I stood up. I concentrated on the spine-shaped mechanical duplicate. It was covered in blood, most likely my blood. "How-why-what?" I was speechless and in shock, unable to take my eyes off the spine that
Ryan resumed and got out of bed, "You can stay here as long as you like, and if you desire to leave, you can go." He walked out of the room and left me with my thoughts. This needed to be clarified. Here he was, acting like the mate I have always wanted, the one I always needed. I knew in my heart that I would never be able to just up and leave again, not when he showed me there was more to him apart from his usual brooding personality. "For everything, I know that you might never forgive me, but I want you to know that I truly am sorry. I was an asshole to you the entire time you were here, and when you ran away, I didn't even search for you. When my beta talked some sense into me, I searched for you. If I hadn't come looking for you when I did, I'm afraid of what they would have done to you." He confessed, looking at me with guilt and regret written across his face. I wanted more than anything to hate him, but I couldn't find the strength to hate him. I was hurt without a dou
Marina's POV Seeing all the eager eyes expecting my reaction, I was a gibbering wreck. If that delighted look was any indication, I knew Ryan intentionally did this. He was taking this all too far, he assumed I shouldn't know what to say. However, I was about to prove them wrong. I smiled proudly and continued. "I proposed you construct an alternative bunker to evacuate everyone and anyone who cannot protect themselves. What gave you the impression that we don't have an essential bunker yet?" Jason grinned. Right. Of course, he has considered every possibility. You can only stay at the top if you keep a lead. He seemed always to be one step ahead of his adversaries, which was among the justifications he was the most effective alpha. I made my way straight to the sofa and sighed in frustration. I felt a little silly for speaking up. It was apparent they didn't require my assistance. They have been engaged in these conflicts for a very long time and despite having only the most ba
Mariana's POV His eyes were filled with so many different emotions that I was unable to maintain eye contact. I was eager to discover that I could get such a response from him, even if I were frightened of what I would do later tonight. He scratched the back of his neck and inquired, clearing his voice, "Would you like to, um, take a seat?" That simple action told me he was just as anxious as I was. I stumbled and cleared my throat as I said, "Ye-yeah." I sat down at the table after following him to my reserved seat. A single rose was placed in a vase in the center of the white tablecloth-covered table, accented with a few rose petals. Naturally, the table had two place settings. The yacht's fairy light illumination created a wonderful atmosphere. It was a very fantastic night. While having supper with my prince charming, I felt like a princess. I turned to see the most stunning human being I have ever seen across the table, and a broad smile spread across my face as I peered i
Meanwhile, I was astounded by his disclosure as I glanced up at him. He cherished me. OMG! Three words and eight letters said he loved me. I had no idea how ecstatic hearing those three words would make me feel. I didn't think twice before saying, "I love you too," because I did. Not because we had sex, though. I believe that I had loved him from the day we met, like a thirst that had to be sated. Instead of avoiding Ryan, I made a brave move and responded to his earlier remark. My plate contained a slice of steak. I carefully picked it up with my fork and put it in my mouth. I savoured the last bite while sighing and closing my eyes. All the motivation I required came from knowing that Ryan was paying close attention to me. I cautiously opened my eyes to look across at him when he cleared his throat. I asked, pretending not to hear. He questioned, "Would you like dessert?" I sighed seductively, "Yes" and stood up from my chair. Marina's POV It was a fantastic last nig
Ryan told me he wasn't going to train me himself, which made me quite unhappy because, let's face it, imagine working out with your partner. I could leave training sooner rather than later if a strenuous make-out session followed a strenuous workout. They were so focused and motivated. What role do you want this to play? Do you want me to slap them with reality? The sound of Alana's voice flooded my mind. "No," " I take care of this" I responded. My attitude toward these wasn't appealing. She chuckled but gave up on trying to exert control over what happened. "They're going to walk all over you," she said. My mind, I could see her relaxingly eating popcorn while watching a movie. That was another factor that prevented me from failing. She and Ryan needed to know that I could handle myself. I strolled around the desk and sat on the opposite side of the boys, disregarding their interested looks. The boys screamed as soon as I sat with my butt on the chair. "What?" I inquired,