☾☾☾SASKIA'S POV☽☽☽His shoulders are the sexiest pair I've ever seen. They are also the broadest, most view-obstructing pieces of shits I've been forced to come face to face with so far in my reasonably long life. I can't see anything. Not a single damn thing. Just by standing in front of me, he's taken over the situation himself, leaving me back, keeping me out of what clearly involves me.It was Wade and I who were followed in the first place. Someone, please tell me why he's so worked up about an issue that should be none of his concern? I'm sure he doesn't even know. But by pulling me behind himself, he sent out a silent statement that he does not deem me capable enough to take care of my matters and somehow has concluded that they should be left to him to deal with.The only problem is that's everything but the truth. I can pull my own weight, and I don't expect or need anyone to lug me along with themselves, believing that they are doing me a favour. I think it bothers me even

☾☾☾SASKIA'S POV☽☽☽I close my eyes and wait. Then I wait a little longer, then even longer. Nothing happens. Finally, I pop open my eyes, one after the other and there he is, calmly staring at me with an amused look on his face.Like I've suddenly been smacked back to my senses, I slam against his arms with a careless abandon that hurt more than it should to break through the stronghold he'd formed around me.After my display of delusion, I take a good number of shaky steps away from him. "Really, I didn't know you wanted me so badly, love," he remarks while massaging his right arm.An uncivil blush spreads across my face in return like a forest fire, setting my cheeks and the bare tips of my ears ablaze. I flame hot and wince as something suspiciously close to hot shame slithers around my wrist, hauling me into a wall of embarrassment.Twirling around, I try my best to pull myself together while registering a hundred thousand ways I could erupt that might really be too akin to a bo

☽☽☽MIKAEL'S POV☾☾☾My hand grips the steering wheel as I drive twenty kilometres over the speed limit. Home is closer than ever. I can almost smell the pine cones and maples. Feel the electricity zapping through the air, triggered by the barrier over and protecting my people.It puts me in a less ill-humoured mood to be near the pack, having stayed away for weeks in my hunt for a runaway group. My return today was short-lived as the Luna's entrance into the city called for my attention before anything else could be tended to.I guide my attention along the thin line of desiring to be back home instead of the anger awakening in the forefront of my head. She's been terribly quiet throughout the ride. I haven't said a thing either. Not because I lost my command of words suited to this case, but because of the simmering annoyance below the surface of my skin where none can glimpse of it."Only on paper,"Her statement was clearly meant to put me where she thought I belonged, and it's irr

☽☽☽MIKAEL'S POV☾☾☾My lips twitch. She humours me far too dearly, even when it’s not in her good nature. I could watch the Western princess for days and not be bored. The things she says, the things she does, are laughably too droll, so much that I have to berth myself in the present to not lose sight of their deeper meanings. I’d have missed the menace cloistered within her words if not so.“Sorry, but I don’t think I heard your words, love. Care to repeat them again?” I ask carefully, observing how her jade eyes scintillate as streams of the sun bounce off them. She might need this benefit of the doubt I’ve given, and I’m eager to know what her subsequent reaction will be.“I said,” she lours at me, her expression souring. “What if I wanted a divorce?”A good chance. I gave her a good chance, and she’s wasted it. She dared to defiantly repeat her threat a second time despite knowing the consequences of doing so. It’s baffling. Why’s she so nonchalant? Or is it that she’s playing ou

☾☾☾SASKIA'S POV☽☽☽The giant bonfire crackles merrily, emanating sweet, seducing warmth that draws all present creatures to its wide, reaching flames. Its heat is so outspread that it teases me behind massive logs of wood and stone walls as if beckoning on me to make my entrance.Even more coaxing and impatient are the tensions that settle heavily on the shoulders of each werewolf, who are all quiescently rooted on carefully fashioned stools far from the fire. Watchful. Waiting.Little do they know that I’m as unready as any Luna could ever be. I wonder what will happen if I refuse to go out even after fixing myself and looking as presentable as a bride should be for her wedding.There’d likely be an uproar. Mikael might even march his way here to whisk me away like unwilling wives of old. I imagine he’d throw me over his back and clamber onto the stage where the ceremony will take place, making sure to chain me to his side.Knowing the Alpha, he’d probably revel in what he felt he s