Alexander Woods was on the floor with my soulmate over him. Theodore’s arm was strangling his neck, his eyes were dark, as dark as they could have gotten. While the latter was struggling to breathe, my mate was angry. His body was shaking in anger. He was looking enraged, ready to lose control. His wolf was ready to take charge. “How dare you cross the boundary of my pack, get treatment from my soulmate, and try to harm her!? How fucking dare you touch her? She is my mate!” Theodore growled in anger, kicking him painfully in his gut, and Alexander curled in pain.“I won’t let you win again, Black! You won once! You killed Phoenix. I won’t let you win again!” Alexander weakly protested, and I saw Theodore’s eyes turn golden, flames of fire lurked in them, dangerously. "If I can kill Moon Goddess' son, Alexander, imagine what I would do with you for touching my mate! If I can kill Phoenix because he was proving to be a threat to the human race, imagine what I will do with you for har

I thought the nightmares were put to end when I shifted to the mansion. But I was brutally pulled to the reality of my messed up mind when the past started haunting my sleep. I woke up with a scream. My body was shivering badly, sweat beading my forehead. Tears were rolling down my eyes. Everything felt so real. I could barely breathe. It was getting so hard for me to breathe, like someone had placed a stone on my chest, held my chest painfully, restricting me to breathe. And when I thought I would die from lack of oxygen, I was pulled to a warm embrace. My body was caged by a pair of warm arms, holding me tightly against them. "Serenity, shh, it's just a nightmare. You are fine. Nobody can hurt you, my love. Just take deep breaths." He ordered me softly, holding me in his embrace, rubbing soothing circles on my back. But it was not just a nightmare. I knew it was more than a nightmare.It was anything but a nightmare. It was a horrific part of my past. A part where everything is

My mood was sour when Theodore dismissed my concern. For him, Scarlett was his friend, someone who always helped him when he was struggling with the curse. I can't really blame him for trusting his friend. And I had no idea how to explain to him what I was feeling. "Why do you look so angry? You look like a tomato, you see, Serenity. Red. Angry. Hot. Delicious. Maybe I can take a bite of you and know what is making you so angry?" Theodore said, walking out of the bathroom, towel draped around his waist, showing a lot more of his body. His golden skin was shining as droplets fell down from his damp hair, rolling down his neck, his chest. I gulped harshly when my eyes fell on his torso. Naked. He was naked except for a towel. The mischievous glint in his eyes made my throat dry, like sandpaper. And suddenly my sour mood, my anger, my frustration, every negative emotion I had piled up inside me melted faster than butter on a hot pan. I was gaping at him, like a fish. He was looking too

Theodore looked at me when Scarlett asked him to cook for her as well. Normally, I wouldn't have minded but something about her made me feel uneasy. I closed my eyes, and nodded my head softly. I shouldn't let her affect me. "Sure." Theodore whispered, tying the apron around his waist before he started washing the vegetables, and removed meat from the fridge. "So, what are you cooking?" Scarlett asked Theodore, walking beside him, taking the knife from his hand, her hands brushing his forearm. My eyes narrowed slightly when she inched close to him, smiling sweetly at him as she started chopping the vegetables. Clenching my jaw tightly I looked away from them, taking a deep breath. "Can you shift a little, Scarlett?" Theodore asked her politely, but his voice was low, dangerous to my ears. My eyes snapped towards them. Theodore looked uncomfortable. His fingers were clenched in a fist, and his muscles were tense. He looked angry. "Actually, Scarlett, why don't you sit down and wai