SYDNEYLoud, incessant pounding on my bedroom door was what finally woke me. I groaned, rubbing my eyes with my fists in hopes that the sleep would fade quicker. My entire body felt weighted down, warmth and tingles caressing my creamy skin. Peeling my lids open, I found Victor's large arm across my chest. The white tank top I wore did nothing to stop the sparks from seeping through the material.A husky groan left his plump lips as he squeezed his eyelids shut, "I'll get rid of them," the sound of his groggy and raspy morning voice entered my head, sending a delectable shiver down my spine."No," I grunted, untangling myself from him to leave the bed, "It must be something important.""Or it could be Monica. If its Monica, I get to kill her," he perched himself up on his elbows, squinting his eyes against the bright morning sun leaking in from the windows. His blue orbs looked so much brighte

SYDNEYI walked out of the cell, looking down the dark hall. My heart stilled, goosebumps littering my soft flesh. With a sigh, I turned my gaze to Victor. His face held no knowledge of my thoughts. It had taken me a long while, but I somehow managed to build a mental block between us. The block wasn't steel strong, more paper thin to be exact but he felt it and didn't push to tear it apart.He rose an eyebrow in question and I sighed, finally allowing my squared shoulders to drop. Mom made the whole badass thing look so easy but it took a lot out of me. I frowned, unable to look back at the two men being chained with silver. It hurt me to do this to their beasts, to put their lives at risks just because their humans were imbeciles.I knew Sylvain would get what I asked done, removing the emptied syringes from the cell as well. He would get the best warriors in our pack to stand guard. If he could, he woul

SYDNEYThe words Zen had said played on my mind. It was a recording, on a constant loop, never giving me rest. I spent the rest of the day distracted. Extra training had been scheduled — not only to train the human and wolf form but to also help the members of my pack use their unique abilities to their fullest extent. If I learnt anything over the past few days, it was that any advantage my pack had, I had to utilize it. Not doing so would prove to be fatal.I overlooked the training after bidding my brother and Zen goodbye. Sylvain didn't trust Zen, which meant that my dad — very unwillingly — had to put Zen under an Alpha King command; something that wasn't broken very easily. You had to have a very strong wolf that wasn't submissive to be able to resist my father's commands.Even still, Sylvain cautioned himself and kept his guard up. Before leaving, I had discussed the possibility of

SYDNEYI dressed into a sports bra and yoga tights, ready for training. It didn't help that all Victor wore was a pair of sweats, the upper half of his toned body on full display. I did my best to ignore what he looked like and how much his appealing structure turned me on in so many ways but it was difficult. All I wanted to do, all I could picture was allowing myself to run my hands across the plains of his abdominal muscles, kissing every inch of him.I had never felt such a strange surge of lust before. It felt stronger than any other emotion possessing my body and that scared me. As much as it felt good to be attracted to him in that way, it didn't feel normal. I could best describe it as primal and I wondered if my werewolf side had anything to do with that.We walked out onto the clearing behind the pack house which made up the massive backyard. The space was large enough for mom to hold her trainin

SYDNEYGroaning, I tucked my head deeper into the warmth and inhaled the sandalwood scent that had hints of cinnamon and lavender. My body felt numb and at the same time, it felt as if volts of pleasurable electricity shot through me. I vaguely remembered what happened the previous night — the ceremony which worked, me leaving and breaking the Alpha out, him telling me that my grandfather killed his sister or had his sister killed (either way, was there a difference?).And then something strange happened. I shifted and my wolf had glowing purple eyes. I had the gifted wolf which explained why Sylvain hadn't gotten it. Growing up, I expected Sylvain to inherit the Gifted wolf since Grace held the mark of the true Queen and our dad was the King. Also, him being a full-blooded werewolf led me to believe that I had no chance against him, but I was wrong. Maybe, I should have had more faith. After all, Lana was a half-blo