She looked into his eyes and felt the connection, but it wasn't the same as actually having him here and looking into his blue eyes instead of silver. She looked around and everyone was quiet and in a submissive position. "Umm, Yeah. So. . . What's. . . ?" She trailed off not really knowing how to ask. Here she was missing him all day and when She finally get the chance to talk to him she has got nothing to say. "Just wanted to tell you that I've landed and wanted to know what you were up to." He said looking around the table at everyone there, She could see them tense. "And you couldn't call?" She asked, lifting a brow in amusement. She was a bit worried Liam would get mad at being used. He smiled. "This is me, calling." She rolled her eyes. "Well, thank you for the notice, as you can see everything is fine, so please give Liam his body back." She said. His eyes narrowed at her. For a moment, she thought he'd do as he usually did and lunge for her, but he must have hated the

"Why did you leave the room, Rose? You could have gotten hurt or worse! You are not in the condition to be alone without me!" He said menacingly, his voice was soft but had she not been high on drugs she would have noted the small things he was doing. Like how every so often he would squeeze her closer to his body, how his thumbs would rub on the small of her back or her thighs, how he'd look down every few seconds and try not to move her too much with every step. But she didn't notice because of the drugs in her system but she was running her fingers through his hair. "I wanted food, or something sweet, I think." She said distracted by the silky strands. "You should have hit the call button instead of disappearing." Was all he said until they got

She stared at him in utter shock and fear.“What?” she whispered in shock."They found out we truly were brothers and felt the need to make a show to all others that the only loyal ties we were to have were to them. So, they gave the command and we followed. I was always the better fighter, Joshua didn't stand a chance, I killed my parents too, I didn't even get to bury their bodies, they took them too." He looked down at his palms for a moment in silence, his voice had lowered to a whisper towards the end, he didn't bother to hide the anguish in his voice, She let out a breath she was holding. She was so sad for Zander, he was turned into a killing machine and then to make an example, was made to kill his own family, She could imagine the scars he carried with him. Scars that his immortal body didn't have, but his immortal brain did. She then understood why he didn’t want a mate. He suddenly looked up with a crazed smile on his face, his eyes gleaming with maliciousness. "So I t

She took a step back from both freight and instinct. He narrowed his eyes but also began taking many steps back. She watched him closely, trying to focus on something other than the fact that if he bit her ear. . . Zander began to remove his shirt, pulling it over his head and throwing it on the ground. Being mated to a Lycan… a creature who is a superior to a werewolf? Creature of myth and lore actually real?For fuck’s sake, what in the hell was going on in my life lately?"What are you doing?" She demanded, watching as he unfastened his belt and unbuttoned his pants, pulling his zipper down. She looked away from the process and looked into his electric blue eyes. "You’ll see,” He stopped moving and smiled charmingly at her. "You're going to . . .change. . .why?" She asked, her voice shaky with fear and panic. She wasn't ready to see his. . . Other form. She just freaking found out it exists, Zander isn't like her and she just, God, her head was spinning. "Well, you did threa

His large form was crouched, covered by darkness, blending in. Besides his outline, all she could see were two shiny black eyes that reflected what little light the night gave off. She could see a white cloud form as he exhaled, her chest dropped and she held her breath, waiting for him to do something. And slowly he straightened his body to its towering height, his right foot slid over the ground in her direction followed by the other, with each step he took she felt like it was another nail to her coffin. She wanted to run, to get up and run, to curl up and rock herself back and forth with her eyes closed until she woke up somewhere else. But she couldn't, her body was frozen in exhaustion and shock. She knew her arms and legs were there but she couldn't feel them. He was right, he was faster, stronger and better than a werewolf. No werewolf would be able to run through the forest without making a sound, appearing behind her without even her sensing them. He was the ultimate wol