Alle Kapitel von THE UNLIKELY PAIR: Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 10

All around me is peach blackness; I couldn't even see my fucking feet. My heart roared in panic, almost deafening. I bang loudly on the iron door while screaming, “Mum!” “Please don't do this!” I yelled while I banged louder, needing to be with my family. I ignored the pain radiating from my bruised knuckles and continued to plead for my mum to let me back in. On the other side, I could hear the sound of battles, the screams of my people as they died. Without knowing it, my painful screams turned into loud cries of pleas that did nothing. I can't open the door from my side, and no amount of pushing at it made any difference. Now I understand Pop's reasoning for building the door. It was for a time like this. Suddenly, everything goes quiet. No screams, no sound of battle. I could hear my loud breathing; this is how silent it has gotten. I stopped banging and leaned my ear to the door, listening for any signs that my people survived. “Is that all of them?” A deep voice qu

Walking back home naked looks mightily tempting considering the alternative. Draven has a bit of a reputation and I don't want my name to be another notch in his bed. But what choice do I have? “Fine,” I snap. “But I get to choose what I wear.” He relaxes back against his head post, an artistically carved frame with the head of a wolf in between. The victory smirk pulling at the corners of his lips annoyed the fuck out of me. God! What an egotist. I was infuriated inside, so I stormed over to his closet like a three-year-old. I expected chaos, but his wardrobe was disgustingly perfect — everything folded, color-coded, almost military neat. “Of course it is perfect,” I sneer inwardly. You never get what you expect with Draven. I yanked out a pair of boy shorts and an oversized T-shirt, all in navy blue. Now shoes… I can’t wear what I have in my hand with the heels I had on last night. Before I could ask, he left the room and returned with white sneakers as if he had read m

DRAVEN’’S POVTarren and I arrives at the mating ball looking dandy in our blue matching Tux. And immediately snags the attention of the crowd. We are hot and we know it. We pranced through the gathered crowd like we owned the room, looking for our friends who had gone on before us. The room is packed with wolves from various Packs, and pheromornes abound everywhere. I could the female hungry eyes eating my brother and I, all of them wearing a hopeful eager looks for them to be the one. We are hot catch, and many have approached our parents seeking to match make us with their daughters, but my parents made it clear to them we are waiting for our mates. This is true for me, but for Tarren? Well, let’s say he searches for his mate in every lips he encounters. I look around the faces standing about the room searching for her. Of course she is late, I sneer in my mind, not harshly, just stating the obvious. Or maybe with a little annoyance. I have been looking forward to this day ev

"Mmhmm" The Alpha coughed to get my attention away from the prick. I looked at the Alpha to find his left brow arched at me. He had caught me staring at his sont, who wasn't the only one. My whole face flushed red, but I managed to answer his question. "It is fair," I whispered through my embarrassment. "Glad you think so. We will leave you now to get your rest." One by one, they filed out of the room. The Alpha and his sons were the first to leave. Ass left without looking in my direction. He looked in a hurry to go as if he couldn't wait to escape me. Dustin nodded at me before following his father out. Nyx waited like she had something to say and then spoke when her sons and mate were out of hearing shots. "Don't worry, I won't let them send you away," she promised. I stared into her kind emerald eyes, and all I could see was sincerity. I wondered why she was being kind to me. I was a stranger to her. "Why?" She didn't hesitate to speak. "Because I want to believe that if m

I choked on the food in my mouth at his unexpected presence, which threw me into a coughing fit. A person with a beating heart would probably run to my side to find out if I was alright, but all he did was stand like a statue, wearing a bored look on his gorgeous face, while his icy, judgy green eyes watched me like a hawk, as if I was faking it. The doctor re-entered while I was coughing out my lungs and ran to my side. “Are you alright?” She hurried to the table, returned with a glass of water already there, and presented it while she watched me like a mother hen. I took the glass and drank gratefully. “Thanks,” I gave it back, using the back of my hand to wipe my lips. He does mean to kill me. Just his presence alone, and I was about to choke to death. I stole a glance at my nemesis. He still stood at the same spot, expression unchanged. I wondered what he was doing here. He didn't look in a hurry to speak or leave. Later, preferable. I pushed my unfinished food towards the kind