HaydenI'm in a terrible mood, lost and disappointed. Natasha looked at me as if I were a monster set on earth when Roger shot me. Her breathing ceased when I took that bullet, and every inch of me felt as if I had bled out in the sand.I survived the shot, but the thoughts written on her face hurt more than the actual bullet.Ugh, I knew Natasha was trouble. I hate being a merman already, and her frightened eyes wrecked me from within—what is the point in having a mate if they fear you?Fuck Natasha.Fuck Love.Fuck life.And fuck Vivian and the sex music blasting out from the windows. I grit my teeth as I storm inside the building to find Vivian moaning while a young man is between her legs.Really?In the fucking lounge?!"Oh, yes!"Vivian is lying in the red velvet chaise lounge, dressed in her white see-through nightgown, and her eyes travel to the back of her head as she moans again. Blonde hair

Natasha After eating a big pancake breakfast together with Roger, I leave the blue dragon egg tucked between my bedsheets before heading outside to explore New Tortuga. Hayden can wait. I need to focus on myself, but to do that, I have to take care of a slight problem—my female hormones and my horniness. Therefore, I search through the pirate town until finding a bookstore. Every house is built of wood, and the colors are flaky, yet I feel at home on this island. Even the bookstore gives me an inviting spirit as I enter it. The bell above the door makes a sound, and I wave at the older man standing behind the desk as I enter the dusty old bookstore. "Good morning!" "Ah, a customer! How exciting!" The man pushes his glasses further up his nose and tilts his head at me. His hair is whiter than snow, while his skin is tanned from staying outside for too long. "Anything, in particular, you're looking for?" I nod at him, loo

Natasha I watch Hayden put on his clothes, aware of my flaring heartbeat. When his dark eyelashes flicker down to mine, I feel lightning surge in my veins. He offers me a smile too wolfish to be friendly, and the desire to touch him turns almost painful. What the hell is wrong with me? Whenever I look at him, it's like my body gets overwhelmed by a fever. Hayden Archer is in my dreams and sweet reveries, and slowly but surely, he is taking over my mind. Hayden's lips part while his hands are closing the buttons on his suit. "I'm supposed to be holding a speech outside in the garden—come and listen to it. I think you will find the conversation rather interesting." "What are you supposed to talk about?" His smile widens, and his eyes glimmer in the dark. "I won't tell you anything. Find out by yourself." With those words, the man leaves me alone. Hayden hurries down the stairs, and after many minutes of blinking and recovering fr

Hayden My head isn't in the right place tonight. I'm feeling hurt and betrayed by the gods for picking me this fantastic mate and then making her so terribly afraid of me. I understand that I'm not a human, and yes, I have some aggressive tendencies. My mood shifts a hundred times a day. I'm bad at keeping my temper. I yell, and I fight. I'm huge and still growing every day—I'm a freak of nature, capable of destroying ships and men alike, but I would never physically hurt Natasha! Natasha, fuck, when did I even fall for her? It wasn't love at first sight—it was more like head-first into a pole and unable to think straight for days. She occupies all my thoughts, and every time she looks my way, my insides turn into mush. My entire being belongs to Natasha, the gorgeous, clever woman who makes me laugh and hope for a brighter future. She blows my mind whenever she talks. She is brave, fierce when needed, and when she bites her bottom lip and sizes me up

Natasha Fear curls around my neck, and unexpected tears prickle behind my eyelids when Hayden crawls closer. A large, muscled arm turns into my ceiling, and I have the urge to run and beg for my life when his gigantic, ocean-blue eyes peer down into my face. I always looked into those eyes with awe, wanting the handsome, rugged man to want me as much as I wanted him as I gazed upon him. I still want him, I realize, even if my entire body is shaking. Hayden's lips are a stretch on his face. He doesn't say a single word, and tension grows in my limbs when he uses a finger to move my arm above my head. What is he doing? My breaths become more rapid, more shallow. I count to ten in an attempt to calm down, my heart racing faster—it's not working. Hayden narrows his gaze, dips his head, and licks my wound. Wet saliva covers my entire arm, and the pain ebbs away. Is the merman healing me? At that moment, everything melts away