SYDNEY"He lied to me," I gritted as I marched toward the escalade, "that piece of shit lied to me and thought he could get away with it," running down the marbel steps, I stopped at the drivers side door, "I'm driving back and no you don't have a choice."Victor cocked a brow at me, "I know you're mad but let's think rationally about this. There's no need to take out your anger on my poor car," he whined, jutting out his bottom lip in a pout. Rolling my eyes and planting my hands on my hips, I muttered, "Seriously," but I didn't wait for his reaction. Instead, I dipped my hand into his pocket and watched as his eyes widened and Adam's apple bobbed when he gulped. I purposely took my time, enjoying how his jaw muscle ticked when I brushed my hand over a certain area. When his blue eyes turned solid back I fished the keys out and whispered enticingly, "You don't always have to be the dominant one."

SYDNEYAfter Alpha Quade told me what his sister's ability was, it had me thinking. I silently walked away from him yesterday, trying to put the puzzle pieces together. It was so obvious what the complete image would look like, I wondered why the Alpha couldn't see it. He was intelligent, I could tell that much, but not intelligent enough to see how his father had played him all these years. But I needed proof before informing him of the truth. He had been blaming my family for so many years that he was now blind to reasoning.However, finding proof was much easier said than done. The perfect proof would be to get the culprit to admit what he did and his motives behind it. I had a pretty good idea on who the culprit was but the deed would have to be done by my brother and I wasn't too pleased about that. He had already put his life on the line for me once, I couldn't ask him to do another life threatening favor for me.

QUADEI hated sleeping almost as much as I hated being awake. Being awake reminded me of how fucked up my life was. Sleeping reminded me of everything that slipped through my fingers, everything I could have had, everything that was meant to be mine. Each time I closed my eyes I saw her. She replaced the nightmares that scarred my every dream. Her face was a new nightmare altogether, wrapped up in a pretty little package that was lethal if you knew exactly what buttons to push.And I knew the exact buttons that would push her to the edge but I also knew I'd always save her from falling over. Something deep down in me knew that I would never let her fall, never let her plummet to the impending doom I brought along with me. No matter how much I sort out revenge, no matter how much I didn't care about living without a mate, without the clean half of my tainted soul, I couldn't let her fall of that edge. The fall down

SYDNEYI had 'Mad at Disney' by Salem Ilese on repeat. My earbuds were stuck in my ears as I ran the treadmill, trying to clear my mind of everything. But I couldn't. Even with the song on repeat, my brain kept going back to the words Alpha Quade spoke. A poet in the making, he truly did have a way with words. Typical of me to pick the song 'Mad at Disney'. He was my very own villain and I was a princess. Disney made it seem as if Prince Charming would always win the maiden's heart and love. Disney lied or as the song said, they tricked me.If I could go back in time I'd probably tell younger me to stop wasting time watching the variations of Cinderella or Snow White. I'd still watch Merida, maybe even Frozen but the ones that ended with the princess and the prince living happily ever after needed to be thrown in the trash.Annoyed at the route my thoughts were taking, I gave up on the treadmill and opted for

SYDNEYI groaned as I shifted my position. The bed I laid on was hard, more solid than anything I had felt and wasn't very comfortable for my body which ached from head to toe. There were muscles in my body that I never knew existed screaming in pain, begging me to stop moving. Of course, I didn't listen, adamant to find a more comfortable position.I inhaled a sharp breath when hands gripped on my hips firmly, pain shooting up my body and pleasure coursing down to my core. The mixture would be the death of me. Memories of what happened a few hours ago assaulted my mind; the way Victor touched me, the way he felt, the anger that rolled off him. I wondered if he heard my confession at the end before I passed out with exhaustion and I wondered where the hell we were now."Stop moving," Victor growled lowly through the mind link."I..." I cleared my throat, unable to get the rest of my sentence o