'Mate.'Ghost knew the term. Dr. Studgens, his shrink, had dived into researching werewolves when he first started showing crazy similarities with them. She filled him in. Taught him a lot, most against his will. But if there was one thing that stuck with him, it was the 'mate' thing. Unlike humans, werewolves had a more intense connection when it had to do with the matters of the heart.Their love lives were predetermined by some deity. And when they eventually meet that person, they feel a crazy connection. That person is called a 'mate', and they spend the rest of their lives with that person. And if they ever lose that person, through death or shit, then they would be miserable for the rest of their lives. Ghost always thought it was a stupid and sick bargain. He detested it, having one's life forever tied to another. So right now, hearing her say that word to his face created a maddening rush inside him. "Your…mate?" He scoffed, brushing off the strands of hair on her face.

Chapter 53. Ghost drove out of Don Carianno's mansion, and headed to the hideout, troubled to the bone. He wasn't sure what had him feeling so edgy, but he couldn't shake off the feeling.He took the stairs to where he knew Scar was being treated. Vicious tides of sadness crashed around the walls of his heart as he saw Scar's pale body, still unconscious on the bed. Ghost sat next to the bed, watching him with a wrecked heart. "I'm so sorry, man. Fucking sorry." His apology made him feel even worse. If only he could…nah, enough thinking about it. He could never hurt Ciara like that. It was a painful fact. But Scar didn't deserve this either. So Ghost was left painfully conflicted. "I need you to do something for me, man. I just wish you could hear me.""I can," Scar muttered weakly, opening his eyes and slowly turning his head in Ghost's direction."You're awake," Ghost was ecstatic. For the first time in a long while, he actually smiled. "Thank heavens.""I've been awake for minut

It was moments like this that made him miss Scar and the rest of his men. With them, he knew he had their unwavering loyalty. His thoughts wandered to him and then to her, the fiery red-haired beauty that consumed all his thoughts. He exhaled. The silence stretched for a while between them before he realized they were waiting for him to say something. "Don Carianno's instructions were to take over all territories and properties," he spoke through clenched teeth. "All territories."Pedro nodded and turned the car on. "If we go north, we go further away from the largest pack, the Red Cross Pack. If we can take over this pack, then we have nothing to fear. The other werewolf territories will fall in line."He knew Pedro's idea was smart. Heck, he had even thought of it. It was the smartest plan to make their work easier. The Red Cross pack had the loyalty of a good number of the small packs in the region. If he could get Ryder on his side, it would be easier to gain access to all the oth

The men walked in, dragging Ciara by her hair. They shoved her forward, causing her to fall face flat at the feet of Don Carianno. "Tu sei una cagna! (You bitch!)" He pulled her by her hair and tossed her back to the men. "Put her in a cage.""Yes, Don."Ciara whimpered as they rough-handled her and tossed her into a small metal cage. They bolted it shut."Sedate her," he instructed. "I don't want her getting any ideas."Before she could protest, someone jabbed a needle into her neck, knocking her out immediately.Scar was frozen on the spot.Don Carianno turned around, just remembering he was in the room. "What do you want, Scar?"He glanced at her nervously. "Ghost asked me to keep an eye on her. I..."He closed the distance between them and wrapped his hands around Scar's neck. Scar struggled against his grip, but he was too frail to put up a fight. "The only reason I haven't wrangled your neck on the spot is because of Ghost's affection for you." It was bad enough that he planned