I honestly have to stop passing out.The moment I woke up, the first sensation that my hazy brain was able to register was the painful burn in my lungs as I breathed. I groaned while I propped myself up onto my elbows. Harsh sunlight streaming into the room made me squint but surprisingly, I managed to spot Dylan sitting down by his desk at the opposite corner of the room.The bed creaked ever so slightly as I adjusted my position, leaning onto the headboard instead. But the sound still caught his attention and he snapped his head to look at me. Once I fully adjusted to the light and my vision became clearer, I saw the circular glasses sitting on top of his nose. I thought about how it made him look a lot older than he was."You're up," he said. He stood up before striding acro

“Look at what we have here,” I said, pushing the door open with a hand. Under the dim lighting, I counted around five rebels rummaging through the stuff in the study. They were all clad in black clothing from head to toe and their faces were covered in a way that only their eyes were revealed. Upon the announcement of our arrival, they paused and turned their heads to stare at us in shock. “You’re rebelling against the werewolves, right?”“Human slaves,” one mumbled, recovering from his shock and stepping forward. It was a male, based on his physique. “I thought the Hayes household didn’t have slaves”I remember how surprised most of the werewolves were when they came over for a pack meeting weeks ago. For some reason, Dylan

“That’s strange,” I heard the werewolf mumble. “It’s not fading”Fading?“Is it supposed to fade?”“Yes,” he turned to me with a suddenly ominous smile. “Dylan Hayes is dying after all”My heart started pounding on my chest as his words continued to echo in my mind. Then, I remembered the dream that I had that just felt so real. Maybe it was real. Do mates even have the ability to communicate through dreams? But even so, I’m human. It can’t be.

I woke up a few minutes before sunrise.As I rolled onto my side, I felt a small bump on my cheek so I reached out a hand under my pillow, and true enough, there was a small glass spray bottle containing some pink fizzy liquid. I groggily propped myself up onto my elbows before popping off the plastic lid to take a curious sniff at the nozzle. It didn't smell like anything so I assumed that it must be the pheromone cologne that Enzo promised to give me the night before. I just wish that I wouldn't smell like anything disgusting once I put this on.The dream that I had was slowly fading from my memory which made me alarmingly jump off the bed. It was a good thing that I was in a separate room from Enzo and the rebels so I didn't have the difficulty packing up the few clothes that I was

"You've become a naughty little girl, haven’t you?" Dylan held me by the chin and tilted my head to make me look up at him. The blush on his face and the shortness of his breath made me feel accomplished. I liked that I was the one who made him feel that way. The sweet aftertaste of his secretion in my mouth was another reminder. "Would you do something about it?" I replied with a teasing smile. The confidence got the best of me so I moved to sit him down on the bed and position myself on his lap, purposely rubbing my clit against his crotch. "You probably should stop playing with me like this, Isabella," he growled playfully before k