Fair Warning: This chapter contains sexual and mature scenes that might not be suitable for some audiences, especially those below the age of 16. But since you choose to read this story despite the 18+ warning, well, enjoy what you signed up for.  °°°°°°° The next morning I woke up feeling confused as hell. I had no idea whether what had happened last night was real or not. As soon as my eyes were wide awake, I jumped off my bed, put on my bathrobe, and walked toward the bathroom across the hall. I turned the knob and swung the door open only to pull it close again upon the sight of a very, naked male human body.  “Xy?” I heard Eros’s voice calling my name from the other side of the door.  “Shite!” I cursed under my breath before taking a deep breath and trying to regain my com

Fair Warning: This chapter contains sexual and mature scenes that might not be suitable for some audiences, especially those below the age of 16. But since you choose to read this story despite the 18+ warning, well, enjoy what you signed up for.  °°°°°°° This felt like déjà vu. I woke up again with the same banging headache that I’d been having for the last god knows how many hours. Except for this time, the spot between my neck and shoulder was throbbing quite painfully. This was the only distinctive point compared to my previous experience of being a blood bag.  I moved my hands, trying to get a grasp of where I was while gathering enough energy to open my eyes. The second my hand made contact with warm skin, my eyes fluttered open. I turned to my right and found Ryker laying there, sleeping. His eyes were closed and he had o

Xyrra’s POV Time passed and in all honesty, it almost felt like I was living in a dream. Ryker and I stayed in that flat which turned out to be some sort of his bachelor pad after he’d moved out of his parent’s place. This was where he’d stayed during his university days. It turned out that the motel where Tiffany had seen him a few days ago had been one of his victims, not his. We’d stayed there as if it was our honeymoon. He wasn’t always gentle, that was for sure, but he was, well, something else. After two years of being apart from him, my heart sort of settled for a lower standard. The fear was still there, the terror appeared once in a while, but most of the time, they were drowned by this bubbly and relief feeling of knowing that he was still alive and that I got to spend another day with him. As I said, it was a dream, and how I loved that dream.  But just li

“Hey, hey, hey, you’re alright,” I tried calming him down. I ran my hand up and down his back. He held my hand tightly as he continued to sob as if he’d lost his soul. And perhaps he’d had. “You’re going to be alright.”  “I won’t,” he replied at last. “I’ve done too much harm. I’ve killed too many people.” He briefly looked up at me before dropping his gaze back to the floor. “I’ve hurt you as well. Seriously, Xy, I don’t deserve to live.”  “Yes, you do,” I said with enough penetration in my voice so that he could get my point. “You’re here now and you’re going to be alright. You can still do some good.”  “But I remember those people,” he said through his sobs. I’d never seen him cry like this and it broke my heart. “I remember their screams. I remember the terror in their eyes, their pleads, beggi

“You’re not my mother.” I wasn’t sure if I was trying to tell myself or her. “My mother is dead. She died when I was eight years old.” I bit my bottom lip to keep them from trembling. “My dad killed her. He told me himself so don’t even think that for a second that I believe you.” “Really? Does that imbecile brute truly think that he could kill me?” Blair scoffed, incredulity in her voice. “Do you know how much my true power is? How many people have I taken them from? My uncles, my aunts, my cousins, my baby sister.” She shook her head, a cunning smile stretched on her mouth. “A mere werewolf like him wouldn’t be able to kill me.” “You’re not my mother,” I reiterated, refusing to believe that this woman was the same woman who’d given birth to me. “I have to say, I was being too hasty twelve years ago,” she started, her eyes never leaving mine. That smile on her face never faded either and I had to fight the urge to wipe it off. “Don’t you think it’s odd that a witch as caliber as