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Bloody Apologies

Morgana’s POVOne hour.One fucking hour.That’s how long I’ve been standing here, waiting for Alpha Dante to return.And I swear, if something happens to him, I’ll never forgive myself.I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve looked toward the road. Every little sound makes my heart jump. Every passing minute feels like someone is slowly squeezing the life out of me.Goddess, please.Just bring him back alive.“You might as well sit down, sweetheart,” one of Karl’s men says, looking amused. “Pacing around won’t bring your Alpha back.”I glare at him.“Did I ask for your opinion?”He raises both hands, laughing. “Damn. No wonder the boss wants you.”I almost throw up.The bastard even had the nerve to call me sweetheart.If my hands weren’t tied, I would have slapped that stupid smile off his face.I look toward Ryker.My darling husband is still tied to the tree, unconscious. His head hangs to one side, and there’s dried blood around his mouth.For a moment, I almost feel sorry for hi

Crack in My Soul

Ryker’s POVI’m going to lose my fucking mind.I swear, I’m going to lose it.During the entire ride back to the hotel, one scene keeps replaying in my head.My father carrying Morgana like she’s some precious little thing.And the way she looked at him.Goddess!That fucking look!I’ve seen it before. I’ve had those eyes staring at me for three years. Those stupid, lovesick eyes that followed me everywhere like I was the only man alive.So why the hell was she looking at my father like that?I slam my fist against the elevator wall.“Fuck!”Pain shoots through my arm, reminding me of the beating I received earlier.As if I need another reminder.Karl’s men eventually untied me, but by then, my father had already disappeared with Morgana.My wife.He left with my fucking wife!The elevator opens, and I limp toward my hotel room.I’m staying at a different hotel now, the same one Delilah booked when we arrived in Las Vegas.The moment I push the door open, she rushes toward me.“Baby!”

Kiss Me Like You Mean It

Morgana’s POV“Alpha, please. You need to see a doctor.”For the seventh time since we returned to the hotel, Alpha Dante ignores me.Seven fucking times!I’m beginning to think this man has something against hospitals.“Alpha Dante!”“What, Morgana?”I stop pacing in front of him and throw my hands up.“What do you mean, what? You’re bleeding!”He looks down at his torn shirt, then back at me.“So?”So?!Oh, Goddess. Give me patience before I commit murder.“You were practically dragging your legs when we got here! Your face is bruised, your jacket is soaked in blood, and I don’t even know what happened to your ribs!”“I’m fine.”“Of course you are! You look absolutely wonderful. Maybe we should get you a mirror so you can admire yourself!”His lips twitch.Is he laughing at me?This bastard.I fold my arms and glare at him.Alpha Dante sits on the couch in his private suite, looking like he hasn’t just survived a bloody fight.His jacket is somewhere on the floor. His black shirt is

Morning After Guilt

Morgana’s POVI think I have died and gone to heaven.Because there is no way in hell this is real.I’m lying in a ridiculously comfortable bed, wrapped in warm sheets, with a very large arm around my waist.And behind me?Alpha freaking Dante Hamilton.My father-in-law.My boss.And apparently, my mate.Goddess, what kind of complicated life is this?I blink at the sunlight slipping through the curtains, trying to remember how I ended up here.Oh.Right.I asked him to spend the night with me.And he actually stayed!A stupid smile spreads across my face.Last night, we talked for hours. Well, mostly I talked while he listened, occasionally throwing in his annoying comments.Then he held me until I fell asleep.Just like that.No fighting.No accusations.No reminders about how I tried to kill him in our previous life.It was peaceful.And I loved every second of it.I slowly turn in his arms to look at him.Goddess.How is one man allowed to be this handsome?His dark hair is messy,

Lovers’ Past and Hearts Aflame

Dante’s POVIf there’s one thing I hate more than being challenged, it’s being challenged by a fool.And right now, that fool happens to be Ryker.“Sit down,” I order.He stares at me from across the breakfast table, his face red with anger.“Father, she’s my wife!”“And she’s not deaf. She heard you the first time.”Melissa coughs into her coffee.I know that sound.The little witch is laughing.Ryker opens his mouth again, but Morgana beats him to it.“I’ll decide where I work, Ryker.”My eyes shift toward her.She’s sitting straight, her chin raised, looking at him like she wouldn’t mind throwing her breakfast in his face.Goddess.I love this side of her.“You’re not quitting your job?” Ryker asks.“No.”“But Mor—”“Don’t Mor me. I’m tired of this conversation.”I hide my smile behind my coffee cup.That’s my girl.Ryker looks at me, probably expecting me to interfere.I don’t.Instead, I finish my coffee and stand.“Melissa, we have somewhere to be.”My sister raises an eyebrow.

One for the Win

Morgana’s POVRyker's all wrong.For three days now, he hasn't spoken to me at all. No put-downs. No complaints about my uselessness. Not even a question as to why I came back from Vegas looking considerably happier than when I'd left.Instead, he watches me.At breakfast yesterday, I spotted him staring at me over his coffee. Asked him what the problem was, and he just shook his head and got back to eating.Then last night he came into the living room whilst I was watching TV and sat down beside me.Beside me!Ryker Hamilton, the same bloke who previously told me that I annoyed the hell out of him.I nearly checked his temperature.But I know my husband too well. He'll never be nice unless he wants something.And whatever he wants this time, he can go to hell for it.It's Tuesday morning, and I'm already late for work.I'm in front of the mirror trying to get the hair under control."Just co-operate with me for once," I mutter, pulling another pin from the dressing table.My phone il

Two at Night

Morgana’s POV"My office, Morgana. And please close the door behind you."The line goes dead.I look at the phone for a second before putting the receiver down.Seriously?This bloke has been ignoring me all day, and now that everyone's gone home, he suddenly remembers I'm here. That's rather a sore spot and I really hate that it is.I pick up my handbag and head off to his office.Well, he'd better have a good reason for phoning me. My feet are killing me, I'm starving, and all I want at the moment is a hot bath and my bed.Not necessarily in that order.I knock twice and then go in."Close the door," he says, still not looking up.I do as instructed.Alpha Dante's still going through some docs. Glasses perched low on his nose.I didn't even know he wore glasses.And why the hell does he look so good in them?“Morgana.”I straighten. “Yes, Alpha?”"Have you finished the revised reports?""Yes. I sent them all to Julian."“Good.”He continues reading.I wait.One minute passes.Then a

Two at Night (2)

I spent three days thinking about how he held me, how he looked at me that morning and how safe I felt sleeping next to him. It meant something to me and I just don't see why it doesn't mean the same to him.Was I the only one who found that significant?I turn away before he even notices my eyes are full of tears.Stupid.So fucking stupid.I should have known better to let myself get carried away.I press a hand to my chest.Ever since that night with Karl, I've been trying to get my wolf back.That strange warmth.The pull that got me straight to Dante.Come on, I beg silently. Just once.Nothing.Not the slightest movement.I lower my hand.Perhaps my wolf has decided to give up on me once again.“Morgana.”“It’s fine, Alpha.”“Look at me.”I shake my head.“Please. I understand.”“No, you don’t.”Something in his voice has me turning. He's not standing by the chairs any more, he's right behind me and my heart leaps.He's not by the chairs any more. He's right behind me.'I haven'

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