Brought By Fate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

~ Emmy ~ Sitting on the edge of the couch, my heart raced with confusion and fear as I watched Matteo and Wyatt lock gazes, their eyes burning with anger. A petty rivalry clearly formed that I had a feeling I was at the centre of. It was like witnessing a storm brewing, powerful and intense, yet I was powerless to stop it or intervene, forced to watch it destroy all in its path. "Ransom? The word echoed in my mind, sending shivers down my spine. "How could I be the ransom? What does that even mean?" Memories flooded back to me – the way Ryan had looked at me back at the penthouse when he had choked me, his eyes filled with a mixture of longing and something darker, something sinister. I tore my gaze away from Matteo and Wyatt, both of whom seemed to be on the verge of exploding, and I honestly didn't have the energy for them right now. I had done nothing wrong... at least, that was what I told myself. "You're a piece of shit!" Wyatt hissed as I blocked them out to glance around th

~ Matteo ~ I wasn't sure what the bastard was, but seeing him disappear like that, mixed with the ability to read minds and, from what I can only assume was the power to manipulate feelings, I would guess Demon. Something I had hoped Emmy was thinking too, given the gasp that left her lips. "I guess he wasn't staying by your side after all!" I remarked with a shake of my head. For all his 'needing to know she was safe' bullshit, he sure did scamper at the first signs of a fight for her affection. Pussy! "I was too harsh." She whispered, her eyes locked on the space he had been standing in seconds ago. "He fought to save me, killed for me and then I treated him like that." She admitted, and my heart sank at the anger written on her face. I watched the clogs in her head turn and knew from the way her lips pursed that she was pissed! Pulling from me, she sat motionless on the couch, her eyes flickering with confusion. "Good, if she pissed at him for leaving, maybe I can sway her

~ Wyatt ~ "Fuck!" I sighed, irritated at myself, as I stared at my reflection in the mirror of Emmy's room. I don't know why I ended up here or what for. When I had teleported, I had been thinking of Emmy and the look on her face when I announced I was leaving. Something pulled at my cold heartstrings, and boom, this was where I apparently ended up, like the love-sick pup I was. Looking around her cold room, with its white walls and fuck all else, I wondered where her stamp on the room was. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I pulled her pillow to me, inhaling a deep whiff of her heavenly scent before groaning. Shit, I had it bad! This was not good! Not good at all! I threw it back on the bed behind me and ran my hands through my hair, a heavy sigh slipping from my lips. I didn't want her to stay here. In a penthouse locked up like fucking Rapunzel. Although at least Rapunzel had paint and shit to keep her occupied, Emmy had nothing but white walls and Matteo's dick! I could se

~ Emmy ~I watched through wide eyes as Wyatt approached. His body looked to be buzzing; a soft sheen of glistening sweat coated his body. His shirt ripped open down the centre, hanging loose to give me a glimpse of those defined abs and tight muscles that I knew would drive any woman insane with desire! "Damn." I uttered to Rae, who was still sleeping off the day's events. Wyatt looked like a god put on this earth to torture me, and I hated that my instant thought was to lick up his exposed chest to see if he tasted as good as he looked. His eyes met mine, darkening with the same lusty stare that I knew was mirrored in my blue pools. "Maybe later, princess." He whispered into my mind, his voice husky and unbelievably fucking hot! I felt the blush rise to my cheeks and hated that he could read my thoughts. Pursing my lips, I tried to keep my expression neutral for Matrteo."And what is that supposed to mean?" Matteo asked, pulling me behind him, not enough so that I couldn't see Wya

~ Matteo ~ Lifting my eyes to meet Wyatt's my lips thinned wondering what his definition of 'not a threat' was, because what I was watching right now was certainly an indicator that he was most definitely a threat, and not just to me but the fucking population of wolves, humans and anything fucking else. I had never seen a living creature relish bloodshed like he seemed to. "So they are dead?" I asked my brows furrowing. The twins shifted to come stand beside me watching the video with what I classed as a disturbing interest. "The old codger, yes." Wyatt replied as he pushed a loose hair from Emmy's face, her sideward smile irritating me more than the violence on the video. but not half as much as the satisfaction washing over Wyatt's face. "Nice Dress. You working here now?" He asked Emmy, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. "Asshole." she laughed, crossing her arms over her breasts while rolling her pretty eyes. "I told you that dress made you look like a whore." I muttered an