A crack in the ice

Morgana’s POVMy claws are gone by the time it’s rehearsal. Same with the wounds on my palm.I spend a good thirty minutes staring at my open palm, at the smooth skin with crusted blood, and the only thought on my mind is: this is not supposed to happen.I’m an omega. Worst still, I don't have a wolf, the thing that makes our kind heal faster. If this happened to Ryker, or even Delilah, who is a beta, it would be perfectly normal. I have half the mind to slice my palm open and see if the cut is going to close up fast, but something tells me it wouldn’t.So many questions fill my mind. And for some reason, my thoughts circle back to Selene. I fish around my purse from yesterday till I find my phone, then scroll through the contacts lists till I arrive at her name. My thumb hovers over the screen, and I bite down on my lip, contemplating whether to just bite the bullet and call her.But then tell her what? That I had claws? That I cut myself and it healed up quickly?I scoff, toss my

A witchy reminder

Alpha Dante.Ryker is toeing a very fine line. Day by day it becomes increasingly difficult to ignore his actions toward Morgana.Just today, i wanted to rip him bit by bit till nothing was left.How dare he stake a claim on my mate in front of me?A voice of reason tries to say that Ryker isn’t aware of Morgana being my mate. But my wolf doesn't care for reason right now, neither do I. The image of him kissing her fills me with indescribable rage.I couldn't sit there and watch. Else Melissa’s wedding would have turned to a bloodbath.I heard her. I heard Morgana cry for my help. I felt every ounce of pain through the matebond. It burned like fire and hot coals. And when she looked at me, with those big, innocent eyes of hers begging me for help, I couldn't sit still. Getting Ryker to leave was easy, put his little fuck toy in danger and he’d abandon everything and run to her.The problem was calming my wolf after he was gone. Goddess knew I was going to chase him down and remove hi

I didn't know

Morgana’s POV“Morgana,” Alpha Dante’s eyes are entirely black. Furious. “Here to finish the job?”Cold washes over me, turning my veins to ice and my guts to slurry. I can’t breathe. I can’t feel, not even the harsh way his fingers dig into my shoulders. I can’t think.My brain scrambles for anything. Anything at all. Say something, Morgana. Say something! Laugh it off. Deflect. Say you don't know what he’s talking about when you damn right know what he’s talking about.A short, high-pitched laugh bursts out of me. “What do you mean?” I ask, instantly regretting the moment those words come out of my mouth. I sound so fake, like an old scratchy record.Alpha Dante’s eyes narrow. The heat bleeding off him gets hotter, suffocating me. His eyes are feral, a pit of eternal darkness. And when he growls at me I spot his fangs showing.“Don’t play fucking dumb with me,” he speaks through clenched teeth, his eyes accusatory.I swallow the lump. It tastes bitter and is so thick I have to swal

More and more.

Morgana’s POVI stumble the entire way back to the suite. My head is stuck in a permanent disarray. I can’t think straight or even see straight. I keep replaying that conversation with alpha Dante over and over again.He knows.He’s know.And now he hates me.Everything makes sense. Why he hates me so much. Why he keeps looking at me like I did something horrible to him.Outside the door to the suite, I stare down at my hands. With these hands, I ended his life. I gave him that poisoned whiskey. I watched him drink it. I watched the life and light fade from his eyes.What possessed me?What sort of sorcery did Ryker use on me? was the prospect of him fucking me enough to make me commit actual murder.I shudder, hugging myself and trying to shake off the images.Back then I didn’t give it this much thought.I turn, glancing in the direction of Alpha Dante’s suite. He’s right to hate me. he’s right to never speak to me again or even see me again. If he reports me to the council, or even

A glimpse into another world.

Third person POVIn another hotel. Inside a secluded, private suite. Selene Harley, dressed in a dark purple silken robe, stares out of the open window overlooking the Split. She takes dainty sips out of a wine glass containing a liquid too thick and glossy to be wine. Her eyes are focused in the distance, such that one might think she sees someone in the blitzing light. Her demeanor is relaxed and peaceful. Long red nails tap rhythmically against the wine glass. The liquid inside doesn’t move. “Darling?” A deep masculine voice calls from the door. Selene turns, her full lips curving into a smile. “You’re late,” she says, tilting her head to the side. Her straight hair sweeps over her shoulder, the motion slow and seductive. The man walks in, a cocky smirk on his face. He comes up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist as he peppers soft kisses over her clothed shoulder. “You should be resting against tomorrow,” he murmurs, his grip tightening. Selene turns back to the

Wedding bells

Morgana’s POV:Today is the day. I can’t believe it’s been two days since I came to Las Vegas. It feels like two years. The festivities are a blur. First, I wake to the sound of commotion outside the door. Turns out Ryker was already up and getting ready. When I asked why he didn’t wake me, he mumbled something I couldn’t understand. Fine. That wasn’t a problem. I’m one of Melissa’s bridesmaids. The fact that I almost overslept on her special day is a slap to the face. I hastily get ready and head to her preparation room. Surprisingly, things are more calm inside. Her friends are composed as they help the stylists get Melissa ready. After a furious apology for my tardiness, I join them, my stomach fluttering with nerves as if I’m the one getting married. Three hours later, Melissa walks down the aisle, Alpha Dante leading her. It’s a lovely day, the sun is out, the air is loaded with the scent of flower arrangements, and birds twitter all around the garden. I swear these weren

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A crack in the ice

A witchy reminder

I didn't know

More and more.

A glimpse into another world.

Wedding bells