I don’t know where the courage came from to face Fenriz after what happened. But now, as I walk away from him, feeling his eyes on my back, my legs are just about to give in./“Head up high, Umiko. He may sense your fear but never let him see it.”/ Ahmya urges me on, and it is by that alone that I make it to the garden patio. Holding on to the handrail, I try to regain my breathing and control the constant beating of my heart. Why did I have to be so honest with him? I don’t know him, and I don’t see the type of person he is, so to assume that he acted out of kindness was just foolish!/“You couldn’t have known that he would react that way,”/ Ahmya assures me, and I place a shaky hand on my chest. /“No, but I should not have assumed anything about him. He is a Lycan Alpha and has certainly killed many people, so I cannot assume he can be kind, or a good person./ I say and sigh. Ahmya looks at me oddly, then turns away. I let my guard down again, simply because I had assumed Fenriz

It feels like I have died and gone to pleasure-induced heaven. The way Fenriz controlled my body and made it bend to his will, his gentle touch on my skin and his tongue caressing me. I never thought anyone could make me feel this way and still want more.But as I lay in an ecstasy-laden oblivion, a coldness seemed to envelop the room, and when I opened my eyes to look at Fenriz, something seemed different. Where before he looked at me as some delicious fruit to devour, now I felt like prey under his Lycan gaze.“Fenriz, why are you looking at me like that?” I murmur and sit up, pulling my legs towards my chest. A sliver of fear shoots up my spine when I catch the bloodlust on his scent, and I jump up from the bed as he reaches for me.“What is going on?” I say while attempting to cover my naked body with the tattered night dress. Fenriz stalks towards me, a low growl thrumming in his chest, and I notice that his claws have extended. I can feel my heart slamming against my chest, the

Baron has been quiet ever since, so I decide to break the silence and speak with him./“Are you okay?”/ I ask, and he opens his crimson eyes./“You nearly killed her and ignored my warning after telling me that I would kill her in the end. No, I am not okay,”/ he growls in annoyance.I sigh. /“I know, and I apologize for that. It is the reason we’re going to Him for help; I need to know if he knows what happened.”//“We can not trust your father,”/ he says the words I already know. My father is the last person I would come to for help, but I have a feeling that he knows a lot more and has been keeping crucial information from me.I notice that Andreas’ anger has disappeared when I walk into the garage and spot him standing next to our motorcycles. He looks up when he sees me and smirks.“Your Luna is something else,” he remarks, picking up his gloves. “Hot-headed, sort of like her mate.”“Watch it,” I chuckle and shake my head. “She was just worked up.”He scoffs. “Worked up? She fuck

I have been wandering this dense forest for the last two days with no end in sight and zero sleep. Alpha Erik Helseth of the European Five now rules Norway in our stead and has given me a safe passage to speak with the people from my old village. The elders led me here to find a hermit, but so far, I have not seen a soul. I fall to the earthen floor and breathe out a growl of frustration with sweat dripping into my eyes. Even Baron has been quiet since we stepped onto Norse soil; this little act alone has alarm bells ringing. With no Pack Mind Link, no cell phone, and no one to talk to, I have been left with my own thoughts. That itself has been Hell on its own. Unwanted memories on repeat, the screams of my first and second wife, the absolute heartbreak of finding Mia dead and knowing I did it. I knew that I had to deal with this soon, that I would be face to face with the pain I had caused. I hate that I am such an enigma; I can kill without remorse, yet I lament over the three

I don’t know what to fucking do anymore. Do I still pretend to be the cold, indifferent Alpha around Umiko or just drop the fucking act altogether? I understand that a certain brutality comes with being in my position, but does that need to extend to my mate? Fuck it; I need to kill something. “We have a problem,” Andreas says when he walks inside of my office and leans over my desk. His eyes have split, which tells me he’s so much more than pissed off. His claws have extended, and he looks down as he tries to control his breathing before looking back up at me. “The fucking hunters are back,” he says. Those five words and his anger are justified. A few years ago, we had a group of hunters from a specific guild attempt to take out every supernatural creature in Vegas. The Sirens in my clubs were first before they nearly took out the Fae Folk in my casinos. To say that they were more than a pain in the ass is putting it lightly. “Are you sure?” I ask through gritted teeth, and he n