Jarek "Ahhh, I missed this." Gianna sits in my lap and places her arms on my shoulders, and sighs, "But then I missed this, too." She steals a peck and brushes her nose against mine. "What's bothering you?" Holding my face in her soft hands, her affectionate gaze roams over my face, "You can tell me anything, Jarek. You know that, right?" I was in a pretty bad mood, but just one glimpse of Gianna and I felt like everything was okay. I am still annoyed with Stella, and I can see even Gianna has felt the shift in my mood. I want to tell her everything, but not now. Now I just want to be with her and not think about anything else. I will tell her tomorrow because I don't want to hide anything from her. Also, I need to think with a calm mind, in case I might have overreacted because I felt like her actions could be a threat to my and Gianna's relationship. Even though I haven't done anything wrong, I feel guilty because I couldn't create a boundary that I should have created long ag

Jarek The moment she gave me permission to mark her, I decided even my body would carry her mark as a symbol of my love and reverence for her. Some people think marking your mate is just like putting your claim on a person like they are an object. But this is far from the truth. These marks are our promise of love and loyalty to our mates. We claim to love and protect our mates until the last breath of our lives; it is our devotion towards our mates. We werewolves are possessive in nature. We never shy away from owning who is ours and what is ours. Our territorial nature wants everyone to know who our mate is so that no one dares to cross any line and try to take them from us because they belong to us. Not every one of us will openly admit it, but even we enjoy the feeling of being owned because it means that someone loves and values us just like we devote ourselves to them. It is a sense of pride for us that someone is honoring our feelings by wearing our mark on them. Eve

Gianna There is a small shed in the back of the club, where Jarek took me, as he just wanted to be away from everyone for a while. He told me this is where he comes when he needs a few minutes to himself. He told me he and his father used to hang out here and work on old bikes and muscle cars. He told me he had preserved this place the way it used to be when his dad was alive because he didn't want to taint their memories This was their spot. "Will you tell me what happened between you and dad?" Carefully cleaning his eyebrow cut, I hopefully ask. Although I know he will tell me anything, there is still no harm in trying. This is the thing that really irritates me. Whether it is Jarek or dad, they never tell me anything, especially when it is related to the club. All I get to hear is that this is the club's matter and I should stay out of this. I find this weird we all ladies are part of the club, yet we are asked to stay out of the club's business. This is not because they t

Jarek After waking up early in the morning, I asked someone to bring a change of clothes and toiletries since Gianna would need them. I went and grabbed all the stuff from the border of my property when I got a text from my man. I couldn't risk allowing anyone to cross into my property as I didn't want anyone to see Gianna. Last night was so special, and I am not ready to share the sight of my mate with the world. I just want to keep herself to me for some more time. He even handed me a basket filled with breakfast items and snacks. Thanking him, I return to my mate to find her sleeping in the exact position I have left her. Placing all the stuff near the air mattress, I get in bed with her. It was not part of my plan to spend the night here, and neither would I have thought that we would complete our mating bond last night. I feel like last night was a dream... a dream from which I don't ever want to wake up. My mind keeps on replaying the moment when she said yes to me. Soon,

Jarek I lean back on my chair and wait for everyone to enter the room. Just like always, Eric is the first one to show up, followed by Daniel. Eric's stoic look is a clear giveaway that things don't look in our favor. Daniel, as usual, looks as calm as a millpond. But the way the muscle in his jaw is ticking, he is ready to go on a killing spree if I give him a nod. Soon the rest of the wolves walk into the room, and the Church starts. "We have a problem." I slap my fist on the table to silence everyone. "When do we don't." Tony rolls his eyes and scoffs. "Do you want me to pull out your eyes and stuff them down your throat?" I give him my dark glare, which instantly straightens him up. "What's up, Alpha?" Leaning forward on his elbows, Xavier asks. Xavier is one of my most sorted-out wolves. He is calculative and analysis every situation very keenly. Whenever he opens his mouth, he has something valuable to add. So only he is the one, apart from Eric, whose interruption I d