FerraraIn a last minute attempt to save herself, Seline dashed to the door, clumsily folding herself through the chink. I cracked my knuckles, patient, giving her enough time to make a good getaway. When I was sure she'd disappeared down the corridor, I rushed after her, appearing behind her in a matter of mere seconds. She took a glance back, eyes bright with fright and took off in a heated run, her pale legs skidding into the living room. I stalked behind her closely with my vampire speed, as she raced through the house. By the time she reached the huge, double doors that led outside to the garden, she'd shifted completely into her red wolf.Bursting the door open, she sailed through the air, bounding into the deep woods. A bright shade of rare, beautiful, red fur, she was heading deeper into the forest, raising enough dust, sticks and stones to keep me disoriented. I trudged after her quietly, alternately walking and blurring with supernatural speed. She put up a good run, but the

SelineI sighed, my eyes shut, as the cold water streamed down my body — the entire place silent, save for the sound of water hitting the bathroom floor. I could stay here, standing under the shower for ages, but I had more important things to take care of.I'd failed the academy. I'd failed Jax. I'd failed my training. Ferrara now knew why I was auctioned off to him. He knew he couldn't trust me further around him, and I'd rather die than crawl back to the academy to tell Jax that I'd almost taken him out and that he needed to be more patient with me. I didn't even want to risk his mother's wrath. She'd behead me even before I would get the first word out. I could go back and die at their mercy, or stay here, depending on Ferrara's protection. I had no idea if they had an backup plans to take him out, so that meant I wasn't safe here too. I couldn't trust him to protect me when his life was on the line.His denial changed everything. It felt as though I'd been chasing shadows, all th

SelineI stirred awake a little before seven, squinting at the sunlight pouring in through the window slants, directly on my face. Beside me, Ferrara lay, his eyes doting eternally on my features as he stroked my hair, our faces close. “Good morning, pet. Glad you finally woke up.”I drew back on my butt, sitting up straight with my back on the headboard. “I thought you'd have left already. Isn't it bedtime yet?” I asked, gesturing at the sunlight.He chuckled as he continued curling my hair around his large, long fingers — his lips parted, brows drawn together in fascination at the soft texture. I sighed, rubbing my throbbing temples idly. “I swear, nothing ever gets past you, pet. What's with that frown? You don't look so...good.”I blew out a breath, suddenly feeling exasperated. “I'm fine. Just a little tired.”He hadn't touched me last night. After we'd talked, I'd somehow fallen asleep on the table in the special room where I'd laid, all cuffed up. Taking a sweeping glance aroun

FerraraI spaced out for a moment, but managed to put on a pensive smile. She stared at me, her eyes fierce, a flicker of defiance in them. “Pet, I thought I mentioned that I'm not her Maker? My relationship with Angel was rocky and toxic at best. I don't know why you always bring her up whenever we discuss.”That was a lie. I very well knew why Seline couldn't stop talking about my mate. She felt threatened. She felt intimidated. Somehow, within the past few weeks, my pet had learnt more about me and had grown strong feelings. Feelings she fought to resist but failed over and over. “Oh,” her shoulders sagged as she lowered her face. “Well, it's nothing much. I just wanted — ”“It's okay,” I chuckled, adjusting her hips on my groin. “I get it. You just love to compare.”“Wait, that's not — ”“I believe you,” I winked as I began stroking her hair again. “You've got nothing to worry about. Angel and I were an item centuries ago. She means nothing to me now. I know perhaps you might thin

Seline“Yes, Master,” I said quickly without hesitation. I had no idea what the consequences of what I was agreeing to were, but I didn't care. I was already way in too deep to go back now.“Then step forward,” he gestured. “Closer to me.”I did as he commanded silently. “What...” I stuttered, “...what are you going to do?”“What you've never anticipated before. I'm going to drink from you,” he whispered, his fingers ghosting over my collarbones momentarily before pushing my hair back to give him access to my spotless neck. “Then you'll do the same.”“What? Oh my — ” I sucked in a deep breath as his fangs slid into my skin. A small, hurtful prick at first then gut-shattering bliss. I sighed as I closed my eyes, the heady feeling spreading through my body like a slow sedative.He stepped back, wiping off the blood that'd escaped from the corners of his lips. “Are you alright?”I nodded. “Yeah. Felt more like a thorn prick than a flesh wound.”He chuckled. “Alright, then. It's your turn