Louise’s POVAfter three grueling days spent in the woods where I was constantly tortured by two powerful vampires who were nothing more than bullies, we returned to their home. In all seriousness, I’d learnt a lot. There had been a lot of things they had instilled in me that the witches never would have. As thorough as my Aunt Lettie was, she wouldn’t have covered things like seduction skills as a way of wiggling myself out of certain situations.Considering that Caleb and Philippa used to be courtesans and their ruler now ran sex clubs all over the country, it only stood to reason that sex clubs were included in the syllabus of mandatory things I needed to know before going undercover.My time at Damien’s mansion had run out. I had to go back home so we could all put the next phase of our plan into motion. My first meeting with Ezekiel will be happening in a couple of days and I wasn’t as petrified as I should have been. Maybe my confidence came from feeling prepared, or it was an i

Francesca’s POV I would be the first to admit that I wasn’t entirely sober when I kissed Bianca. Did I thoroughly enjoy it? Absolutely! Do I regret it even a tiny bit? Absolutely not! I stood by what I did even though I was drunk. I’m not even sure I needed the liquid courage to finally cross that line. I genuinely think I would have kissed Bianca that night either way. However, what happened after the kiss was a bit of a blur. We’d proceeded to the dance floor afterward. It was safe to assume we spent the rest of the night dancing and getting more fucked up on alcohol and weed than we already were. Maybe, we’d made out some more, maybe not, I couldn’t remember for the life of me. Things have been a bit awkward between Bianca and me ever since that night. It felt as though Patrick was caught between two people who fought in his absence and he’s missing the relevant information to dissolve the tension. Not to say Bianca and I were acting like two people who fought or anything extreme

Francesca’s POV It took a little while before Bianca said something. She was sitting opposite me, as it was, twiddling with her thumbs. I wasn’t the most patient person in the world, but I told myself to give her enough time to gather her thoughts and say what she needed to express. “Okay, full disclosure, I don’t regret what happened between us at the bonfire party,” she said, looking me in the eye. I nodded, feeling relief flood within me. “I wouldn’t have kissed you today if I regretted doing so five days ago,” Bianca said, clarifying her point. “So, what’s the problem here?” I asked. “I thought we were on the same wavelength, that we liked each other.” “We do,” Bianca affirmed. “At least I know I like you. And I believe you think you like me as well.” That gave me pause and I felt my feathers ruffling. “What do you mean?” I said, sounding offended even though I wanted to keep my cool. “Are you implying I don’t know my own feelings?” “That’s not what I’m saying Francesca,”

Francesca’s POV My opportunity to go down on Bianca arrived a few days later. It had taken me a while to admit that I was an exhibitionist. This meant that I was always excited at the prospect of public sex, as long as I could get away with the consequences. The risk was always thrilling to me, and I would be lying if I said that when Dominic paired me and Bianca during our survival into the wild skill training, my mind didn’t start whirring at the endless possibilities.Bianca and I ran deep into the forest in our wolf form, howling and communicating in a way that was instinctual to who we were. I felt free, completely unencumbered, and connected to the girl running next to me. When we were deep into the middle of the woods, and I was sure nobody would stumble upon us, I shifted back into human.Bianca followed my lead, furrowing her brow in confusion. “Why did you just shift? We have a mission to complete.”I grinned at her, my gaze raking over her naked form with a predatory gleam

Francesca’s POVAfter the bitter and scalding words left my mouth, I stood there still submerged in my fury. It took so little for it to overtake me even when I wished to be nothing other than amiable to Alpha Ian. Sometimes, just looking at him was enough to make me angry. The memory of that faithful night when we found out we were fated mates comes rushing back to me in full force. The agony of his rejection was strong enough to bring me to my knees. And now that I’ve learned Dominic has spent the last five years refusing to give his fated mate a chance, I’ve been triggered. Something has to be wrong with these two brothers. This type of behavior couldn’t be normal.Alpha Ian stared at me a long time after my outburst. He opened his mouth several times but ended up closing it. Again, I had no idea what he was thinking, and he was giving me nothing. It was still incredibly frustrating, because both my soul and wolf yearned for a connection with this man, even if such a connection was