I watched in amazement as Dylan poured some kind of golden syrup on top of my stack of pancakes. I thought I did a great job in pretending that I enjoyed the coffee that he offered me last time, but apparently not when he ordered a cup of hot chocolate for me instead. I took a sip from the cup as he pushed my plate back towards me with a small smile."Eat up," he said. "Try to finish your meal in a few minutes, it's dangerous to stay here longer than we need to."I nodded in agreement before digging in, slicing up the pancakes before chucking them into my mouth enthusiastically. My tongue was delighted at its flavor. It tasted just as good as it smelled.After a fifteen-minute walk, we managed to find the nearby village with ease. It wasn't as small as I thought it would be but it wasn’t crowded either. We had decided to drop off our dirty clothes at a laundry shop and have a quick breakfast at the diner just a story above while waiting. Fortunately, the building had little to no surv

"She died. Some werewolves just thought that it was entertaining to beat up a young human girl when her master wasn’t looking," he shrugged like he wasn't affected by it one bit. His nonchalance made me mad. Then, he pointed a finger at Dylan, "And this man right here saw it happen. He just didn't care enough to help." I turned to look at Dylan who remained quiet. I knew that it was in the past and he was different now, but the fact that something like that happened made me feel uneasy. He avoided my stare and resorted to glaring at Enzo instead. Guilt. Even without admitting to it verbally, I could tell that much from his body language. Mixed emotions that I couldn't quite pinpoint filled me up, making my stomach lurch painfully. I opened my mouth to say something that I probably would regret, but fortunately, Enzo beat me to it.

Dylan's frown deepened as he clutched the manila envelope tighter. After listening to Enzo's annoying recap of his instructions, he crushed the burner phone with his hand and threw it into the nearest road drainage. He had heard the whole thing over and over again for the past week, but despite his constant assurance that he already memorized it like the back of his hand, the blonde werewolf still insultingly felt the need to remind him. The image of Isabella, his now-pregnant mate, popped up in his head, making him feel even more annoyed than he already was. The last thing he wanted was to leave her alone in such a state, especially if she was with another male werewolf who used to supply her with pheromones when he wasn't around. It took all his might to not transform and throw a tantrum right then and there. After taking a deep breath to gain his composure, he walked towards the Hayes estate. He never imagined that a day like this would come—when he would walk u

Dylan groaned, dropping his pen to massage his temples. With a quick glance at the wall clock, he just then realized that he had been working on some paperwork nonstop for six hours now. He was aware that he had always been a workaholic, but this time, he was trying to wrap things up so that he could return to his pregnant mate. The thought of leaving the girl alone was making him antsy. Well, technically, Isabella wasn't alone—she was being looked after by another werewolf and some other male humans whom he never really bothered to get acquainted with, which was probably worse.When he looked back at the documents scattered all over his desk, his vision spun slightly, so he rubbed the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. He didn't like wearing his glasses but as the situation already called for it, he reached for the top drawer and fished out a plastic spectacle case. Just when he got back to working and signing papers again, Dylan heard a soft knock on his

Enzo touched my forehead with his palm to feel my body temperature. Despite not liking his touch, I was too weak to do anything. My breaths were short and ragged while my vision tunneled. According to the doctor, it was to be expected for me to suffer from severe pregnancy symptoms since my human body wasn't strong enough to carry werewolf genes, but that didn't mean that I was up to it. I hated getting sick the most."You're still burning," he mumbled under his breath before bending down to reach for the tub of ice water he had brought minutes ago. I heard it splash as he wrung out the towel and placed it snugly on my forehead. "Thank you," I told him. My voice was small and raspy, but the silence in the room made it possible for me to be heard. "You didn't have to do this."Despite his usual nonchalance, it was no secret to everyone at the camp that Enzo had been dutifully taking care of me whenever my pregnancy symptoms kicked in, may it be morning sickness, cravin