TIANA’S POV The night seemed to be dragging for way too long, and I know exactly why. I returned back to the house when Layla went into a panic and was screaming my name alongside Luke barely thirty minutes after I left. She seemed overly surprised that I climbed down that window and she has spent the last one hour asking me how I managed to, but I can’t explain myself.We have been talking non-stop since she found me, but nothing we said could take my mind away from him. I try to find sleep but it wasn’t coming.“You are not okay,” Layla commented.“What?” I turned to her absentmindedly.“I have been talking to myself for the past ten minutes,” she says slowly “You don’t look okay,”I walked over to the window I had climbed down from and stared out. That walk was supposed to calm my nerves but it didn’t.&ldqu

“What do we do?” Layla asked in a voice I could barely recognize as hers. “Calm down,” I say in my own weird voice. I was scared, but mostly for Layla because I dragged her into this whole mess. Jordan was threatening to kill her and for all we know her family could be in trouble already. I wouldn’t put it past him to do anything rash, he sounded desperate and I remember the look in his eyes after he beat me up on the night he rejected me. He could have killed me if he wanted to and I thought he was going to, but he spared me and now I have dragged Layla into all of it. Layla was hardly ever scared of anything, but she looked terrified now and I know it is not just about Jordan’s threat but fear of what the prince would do to her. “Jordan is going to kill me. He almost beat me up the day he asked for your number and I refused to give it to him,” she says shakily “But even if I manage to escape his wrath, because after all my parents are respectable members of

TIANA’S POV   No one dared walk out on the werewolf prince, but I did, and successfully must I add. I left, and is it safe to say I regret it already? What was I thinking? How long could I really keep up with this? Did he miss me as much as I miss him? does he have any regrets of his own? Like allowing that bitch Susan to come anywhere close to him, or why he held back information about his former mistress? Would things have gone better if he had just been open to me from the start? Was there even any possibility that he could be happy with me? that I could be something more than a prisoner to him? Did I do any good by running away or I just succeeded in ruining things entirely? What if he had plans to punish me forever for leaving? What if he wasn’t looking for me because he cared, but because he felt insulted and that was why he was ready to pay whoever finds me? So many questions, yet I didn’t have any answers. I want to go ba

Last time I saw Jordan was the day I was shipped out of Eclipse, and I remember the look on his face, almost like he didn’t want me to go, but I know better. He was one of the major reasons I left Eclipse pack. Yes, I lived a hard life there, but his rejection was enough to make me take that bold step to see Alpha Simon.Seeing him like this in this position, I knew without any reasonable doubt that I never felt anything for him. I was never drawn to him all these years until I found out he was my mate, and he was just my ticket to get away from Eclipse so I could meet my Prince.I rushed to where he was and I was just about two steps away from him when I felt someone grab me from behind, apparently one of the warriors that escorted the prince here.Ryder’s beast was hovering over Jordan, who seemed unconscious at the moment. He sniffed the bottle in Jordan’s hands while I tried to wriggle myself away the arms grabbing me, but again, I failed t

Nothing prepared me for the electric currents passing through every corner of my body as our kiss intensified, or for the wild need that shook my whole being. Ryder has kissed me before, but right now it was different, and I can guess why. The presence of my wolf made everything I felt for him even more intense. My whole body was alive and I wanted more, so much more that it scared me how much my body was on fire with need for him. I could literally feel the whole room spinning, and my body getting hotter and hotter with each passing second, my female hormones more alive than they have ever been. It was sweet and scary at the same time. I wrapped my only free arm around his neck and pulled him on top of me on the bed, unable to stop my hard breathing, and not oblivious to his own massive bulge poking me between my thighs. I craved for more, so much more and I feared that I would never get enough, but he matched my need with an urgency of his. My legs wrapped