The little girl clamped her tiny hands over her mouth and sobbed in silence as she watched the monster ripping her father’s heart out of his chest. Her strong Papa groaned in excruciating agony. Warm, fat tears were falling down her chubby cheeks while her legs were quaking violently. Her eyes widened and she peed her pants in absolute fear when her blue eyes locked on her father’s heart that was now pounding vigorously on the palm of the hooded monster. Red thick blood dripped down from between the monster’s fingers and splattered on her father’s now lifeless body.   ‘I have it..I have it..” what had started off as a whisper was now a joyful shouting. A roar of laughter was followed by the declaration.    

Desperate to break free, she started clawing at the large hand. “I wouldn’t dare to scream if I was you, princess,” his rough voice slid like a wisp of scorching air over her skin. She held her breath as realization dawned upon her. It was him. He slowly pulled his hand down. She whimpered. “Ssshhhh…no noise or,” he whispered hotly in her ear as he rested his hands on her waist. Applying a little pressure, he turned her around. The graceful slope of her waist urged him to explore more of her but he restrained. Her glossy blue eyes were sparkling like a star in a moonless night. Then he forcefully pushed her back against the wall and thrusted forward until there was just a breath of distance between them

Her sticky eyelids peeled apart to reveal a pair of glazed blue orbs. Another day, the same nightmare. With tears trickling down the corner of her eyes, she stared fixedly at the ceiling and waited for her racing heart to calm down. Once she felt a little better, she spared a glance at the clock. It read 3:54. She quickly got down from the bed and headed towards the bathroom to start her day. The wild and icy wind lashed her face the moment she stepped out of the castle. She shivered and hugged her jacket closer. One of the downsides of not having a wolf was to not have any protection from cold. It was still dark and deadly quiet outside if the howling of the wind is not taken into account. She cursed Azriel under her breath and marched ahead. The ground where the Mating ceremony was going to take place was all by itself. Not a single soul could be seen on the premises. She couldn't for the life of her understand what was it that couldn't wait

To say Sienna was gobsmacked by his question would be an understatement. She gaped at this finest specimen in front of her with her mouth dropped open and eyes as wide as a saucer. He, oblivious to her reaction, continued to stare fixedly at her virgin lips as if they were the only thing in this world that mattered to him. His orbs were ablaze with a predatory glint. She was cold with apprehension. "Has they ever been ravished to the point of bleeding? Do they know what sin tastes like?" his dark long lashes fluttered lightly when he looked up to meet her gaze. "Do they know what a man tastes like?" he peered deep into her eyes and questioned. His hot breath kissed her lips as he drew closer. There was so much intensity in his eyes, so much passion in his voice. It stirred something inside her. And now that his face was this close to her that too without a scowl on, she realised how devastatingly beautiful he was. Her analysis of his appearance abrupted whe

The ride back home was quiet, saving for Azriel's snide comments which he threw now and then for having to haul Dustin's second-hand car. If it was for him, he would have wrecked his poor excuse of car.  Sienna was preoccupied with what the luna of the pack had told her. She told her that the murderer was employed in their house for the last one year as a servant. No one ever paid him any mind. He always stayed in the shadow. Luna also disclosed the unusual activities that preceded Alpha's death. Several dead bodies were found on the border of the pack including the body of their healers. Shortly after, a heap of over 100 dead bodies of ravens was found at the front of the mansion.  "Daydreaming about that cocksucker?" Azriel queried, staring at the road ahead.  His question broke her from her thoughts and she turned to look at him.  That angular jawline, those contoured cheekbones, that straight aquiline nose. She had to admit his