All Chapters of Moonlit ice, A wolf's fated mate : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Come on, Leera, you can do this. Pull harder.Pull yourself out of this darkness.I will not die here.I'm trying so hard to bring myself out of this horrible unconsciousness. The first time, it was all darkness. This time, I kept reliving the best and worst moments of my life.Who took me?Why was I taken?Will I ever see Roman again?I still can't open my eyes, but I’m shooting off brain signals to every inch of my body, hoping and praying that something will move. Anything.How long have I been here? Is anyone looking for me?Just when I feel like giving up, I feel my foot twitch. It was the tiniest twitch, but it's the only physical reaction I've gotten from my body… well, since I was thrown into that van.Focus, Leera. Do it again.I’m able to recreate the twitch in my foot. I focus all my energy on that one limb. If I can start there, maybe I can work my way up my body and bring my motion back.All of a sudden, my leg doesn't just twitch—it flies forward, connecting hard with so

I thought coming up here and sitting under the simple twinkle lights she loved so much would help, but it's only causing the ache to intensify.I considered tearing this all apart. Shredding it all to scraps of nothing, but that won't help either. And she loved it. She'll expect it to be here when she gets home. Because she’s coming home. She has to.Sitting in the same place we sat the night I decorated it all for her, I allowed my head to fall back against the cushions and let it all wash over me. The rage, the terror, the uselessness, the pain, the failure. This is all my fault. My wolf huffs in agreement. I deserve that.I've been sitting here for hours, wallowing in my fear, allowing it to swallow me whole. The sun is starting to set, and it's dragging my hope below the horizon with it.I force myself to my feet with the intention of going back inside to clean up the mess I made in the kitchen. I'll be even more pissed at myself if, because I fucked that off all day, Matilda ende

It doesn't matter that she's in my arms; she's breathing. I still can't believe this is real. I made it this time. I wasn't too late.Now that she's awake, Benny and the twins are headed back to the subdivision to see if they can find out who those men were, why they had Leera, and who they work for. Slate and Andrei are going to check on our guest in the cells that I had built a level beneath our basement, which is the level beneath the garage.What would I do without my men? For a bunch of strong, immortal werewolves, this tiny little woman in my arms reduces us to whimpering pups when she's not okay. I know I wouldn't have survived losing my mate a second time, and honestly, I don't know how well my men would have fared either.Jeanine calling her Luna as she left also warmed my heart. My people would finally have the Luna they deserved.My thoughts continue to plague me of what could have happened if I hadn't made it in time when she turned in my lap, wriggling free to kneel in fr

Each ring of the phone in my ear pisses me off even more until he finally answers.“You fucked up!” I screech.“Stop acting like a banshee and explain why you’re having a temper tantrum, India.”I can’t help but laugh.“You don’t know, do you?”His silence causes me to laugh even harder.“Care to elaborate what it is you’re on about?”“You failed again, and we won’t get another chance, Avram.”“I said, what is it you’re on about? I’m growing irritated.”“I said you failed! He has her. Roman has the girl. And better yet, he says she’s his mate!” I scream into the phone.“I figured she might be when I stopped by the house and realized she carried the same scent as the first peasant. Elaborate on what you mean by he has her? I was just at the house yesterday.”“What the fuck else could I mean when I say he has her, you pompous ass?! He has her. In his arms. Right. Now. I was just there to try and get closer to him in his time of need, and you fucked it all up again!”My lips pull into a

The dinner was so good, oh my gosh! We went to this little family diner that only had like seven tables, and I had the best shredded Rueben sandwich I've ever tasted.We're pulling up to the dorms now as my heart starts trying to pound its way out of my chest. I grip my legs so hard that my knuckles turn white. I'm begging the panic to spare me, but it's not. I can feel the wave of anxiety cresting through my body. I already know it's going to drown me.I have been working so hard to stay strong and show everyone that I can handle this. I want to be strong, but it's so fucking hard. I want to prove to Roman that I am okay. I don't want them to worry about me because that just draws more attention. If I can pretend that I'm strong enough to get through this, no one will give that sad look that makes me feel pathetic. Like the looks I got when Mom and Dad died.A small, broken sob bubbles out of my throat, and before I can process what's happening, I'm being pulled from the car. I start