All Chapters of Bloodlines & Hearts: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Lydia's legs felt like they might give out any second as she dragged herself down the hallway. Her first transformation technique class had officially destroyed her."Just keep walking," she muttered to herself, ignoring the ache that had settled deep in her muscles. "Just. Keep. Walking."The other students brushed past her, laughing and full of energy like the class had been nothing more than a warm-up. Lydia wanted to scream. How was this fair? How were they all perfectly fine while she felt like death warmed over?Story of her life, honestly.When she was human or thought she was human everything had been a struggle. Simple tasks that others breezed through had always been mountains for her to climb. And now? Now that she knew what she really was? Same damn story, different setting.Lydia pushed her hair out of her face, wincing as her arm protested the movement. God, she was pathetic. Everyone else in class had transformed at least partially. Meanwhile, she had stood there like a

Lydia stared at her laptop screen, the blinking cursor mocking her lack of progress on her Mythological Creatures essay. She had been attempting to write about the connection between ancient lycanthrope myths and their modern interpretations for nearly two hours, but her mind kept wandering to Friday and what awaited her.Her phone buzzed on the desk. Ethan's name lit up the screen, sending a flutter through her stomach before she'd even read the message.Ethan: Pack light. You would not need clothes where we are going.Her face went hot so fast she thought it might catch fire. Instinctively, her thighs pressed together, a needy ache blooming low in her belly. She bit her lip, staring at the message like it might explode in her hands.She read it twice. Three times. Every time, it just got worse. The words went straight to her stomach, then lower, making it harder to breathe, harder to sit still. Homework was a joke now. Focus was dead. All she could think about was him.She typed a

Lydia sat down slowly at their edge of the bed, her fingers barely touching the sheets like she was scared to leave a mark. The soft hum of the yacht’s engines vibrated under her feet but all she could hear was Ethan’s voice in her head She closed her eyes for a second, letting it sink. When she opened them again, something different burned in her chest. it wasn’t confusion anymore. It was fire. A bold, steady kind of fire like she’d just made up her mind about something Everybody wore a mask but Ethan’s starting to crack. He wasn’t the cold-hearted guy he pretended to be. He’s just a boy who’d never been taught how to be anything else. And for some reason, the universe picked her, awkward and unsure Lydia to see through all thatMaybe it was stupid. Maybe she was setting herself up to get hurt but she wasn’t ready to walk away from him. Not when she’d finally seen what was really hiding under that tough- guy act Screw it. She stood up so fast, smoothing her dress down with both ha

The sun hit Lydia straight in the face. She groaned and turned her face into the pillow but the light kept coming. Her head was pounding. Everything felt dry— her throat, her eyes even her skin She finally forced her eyes open and sat up fast. “Shit,” she blurted, pressing a hand to her chest Ethan was sitting in a chair right next to the bed with a tray balanced on his lap, just staring at her She squinted at him. “Seriously? You just sit here and watch people sleep now?”He did not even blink just gave her a lazy smirk. “Morning to you too. I brought you breakfast. And something for the hangover I am pretty sure you have.”She looked at the tray. There was fruit, something that looked like meat and a glass of weird green stuff. “Wolf food again?”“Protein helps.” He handed her the glass. “Drink this first.”She took it, sniffed it and made a face. “It smells like blended grass.”“Still. Drink it.”She took a sip, then coughed. “Oh my goodness.”“You will live,” Ethan said, unbot

There was no going back now. Not after the mark. Not after the way he bit down her like he owned her, like his name had always meant to live under her skin. Not after the way her body arched into it like she had been starving for the pain, for the bond, for him. And God, he didn’t just mark her. He ruined her. Ethan felt some sort of deja vu like he had done it before.They fucked like their true nature. Like they had been starved for years and had finally found their way back to each other. She could not even remember how many times anymore. There was her on top of him, breathless and wild. Him pinning her to the floor like he needed her to stay under him. Her bent over the table with his hands on her hips. Going down on him in the shower. Moaning against the wall with his hand over her mouth because they could not stop Every time she blinked, he was already on her again. Between her thighs, on her back, pressing her face into the pillow while whispering filthy shit that had her me