Todos os capítulos de Latent: [A Werewolf Romance]: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

I stared in horror as mortals rode tanks and other gigantic machineries through the now destroyed gate. Hunters in plain black uniforms wielded what looked to be advanced model guns. I spied one cocking his riffle, and soon a loud whirring sound filled the air; and then a broad bullet exploded out of its lengthy barrel, blowing up the entire left wing of a building.Screams and roars instantly broke out. Werewolves shifted into their beasts, slashing deadly claws through bodies of Hunters; heads rolled and flesh gave way to bone and still beating hearts.While father's men began fighting their way through the chaos, leading women and children to safety, Alpha Vaughan's men started to steer me into the pack-house and out through the back of it. I madly fought against them, struggling to get to a shocked Eunice who stood rock-still in the middle of the whole thing.A shadow passed above us. And slowly, I looked up in dread. That was when I saw them, and for the fi

"We're here." A nervous whisper.I couldn't hear anything from behind the doors, which made me assume they were soundproof.We stood on regal red carpets that had its sides lined with gold thread. A single chandelier hung down, lighting the narrow hall.Nayla bowed before me, and with a quiet 'Goodluck' she was gone.Facing the doors, I dragged in a deep breath. And knowing I may, or may not, regret my next action, I shoved open the door.Stunned gazes instantly reverted towards me. A wide hall filled with wide-eyed Nobles greeted me. They were all frozen in various acts of speaking and movement, one's mouth hung ajar, while another paused in gesturing at the large map on the table.Walking deeper into the white-themed hall, I said offhandedly, "Oh, don't stop on my account, continue with the meeting."At the head of the tabl

The wide outdoor patio was awash with clean breeze and vibrant greenery. The skies were clear, the weather mild. At a secluded corner, a pianist played the piano, producing soft, relaxing tunes. My court were all on their feet, waiting. As I strode down the concrete, some turned and looked at me expectantly, some puzzlingly, while others, with thinly concealed malice. Taking my seat at the head of the table, Nayla came to stand beside me. An action every Noble's personal omega immediately mirrored, taking their positions beside their mistresses; I couldn't help noting they were all older than Nayla."Good morning," I began, then waited for the file of omegas that had just entered to finish setting the table. A cup of steaming hot tea before me, I continued, introducing myself, "Hello, everyone, I'm Hilda Miller from the Stillmoon pack."A tall, blonde-haired Noble with a dainty air about her looked me up from over the rim of her cup, her eyes

I shut my eyes, and after hesitating for an embarrassing amount of time, I unhooked my bra, letting it fall to the floor.When I heard his rough intake of breath, I pried my eyes open, letting my gaze fall on him. The fierce possessives in his eyes staggered me."On the bed, Hilda."A jolt of pleasure ran through me at the use of my name. I made to get on the bed but paused, motioning to the thong I still wore. "And this?" "It stays on," he said.I asked no questions. I proceeded to climb onto the bed, but in a split second I was thrown on my back, my hands pinned above my head; Vaughan hovered over me. I licked my lips nervously, my breaths quickening.He leaned down, his chest just shy of making contact with mine. His hot breath fanned the side of my face when he rumbled, "Do you know why?""Why what?" My face heated at the breathy note of my voice.His thumb suddenly went to my hip, and I near bucked at the sizzle of c

That late evening I had the shock of my life when I went up to my room, and saw Vaughan sitting on my bed, waiting.Stood at the door, I took a moment to look at him. He wore a casual white shirt over dark jeans. The material of his shirt stretched over his wide chest, his hot jeans hugging his strong calves. While I ogled him, I failed to note that his eyes were turning an angry yellow.When I did, he'd invaded my personal space, suddenly grabbing my arm in a bruising grip.Shocked, I struggled against him. "Let me go, you...creep! What is wrong with you?""Where were you?" he snarled.Psycho! I thought, snapping, "Hanging at Robyn's place! Now let me go.""No," he growled in my face. "Not until you tell me why I scent a male allover you?"My gaze widened in realization. Because I'd been fighting with one.