All Chapters of The Don's Salvation: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Chapter Two Maria's POV My eyes flew open and I stared at him in surprise. He had dropped his gun and he was standing closer to me now. Those gold eyes assessed me like I meant something to him. Which was out of place. Just a few seconds ago, he had tried to kill me. My heart still beat loudly in my chest. He knelt down in front of me. His hand came up and caught my chin. I gasped as he pulled me forward until our faces were just a chest apart. "This can't be possible," he said, and I stared at him in confusion. His eyes, gold and glowing, suddenly hardened. "Get her away and keep her confined to one of the rooms," he said and ripped the gag from my mouth. I took in a deep breath. I was about to beg him to let me go when a pair of strong hands hauled me up and carried me across the room. "Please, let me go!" I yelled and kicked but to no avail. I was tossed onto a bed in a huge room and I felt the air leave my lungs. The door closed behind me and I yelled. I tried to thi

I leaned back and stared at her small frame, at the way her eyes darted from one place to another. She looked so timid and pathetic. But then just as I was about to kill her, my wolf that had been going into a rut had quieted and called her mate. Mate. This little human that had no power or anything else to write home about. I hated humans as a whole. They took my family away and I was left as the only one standing from the werewolf clan. All the other paranormals, vampires, shape shifters and witches had either gone into hiding or blended with humans as I had. And yet of all the species to call mate after two hundred years of living in pain and with a dying wolf, he had chosen to call a human girl wolf. I studied her while she sat there trembling in that chair. Her hands were clasped together in her lap and she was trying so hard to look brave. But I could see the fear rolling off her in waves. I could smell it. l "Do you want the truth or a deviation?" I asked instead. She b

The Council scattered behind us, chairs scraping, voices murmuring, but I barely registered any of it. I was too busy trying to keep up with Alessandro, who moved through the mansion like a storm looking for somewhere to break."Wait," I said, half jogging to match his stride. "Who is he? Why does it matter that he knows my name?"He didn't answer. He turned down a hallway I hadn't seen before, and I followed because I didn't know what else to do, because some part of me was starting to understand that whatever Luca was to him, it wasn't nothing."Alessandro."The sound of his name out of my mouth for the first time made him stop. He turned so fast I nearly walked into his chest. Up close, his eyes weren't just gold anymore. They were glowing, faint but unmistakable, like something behind them was pressing to get out."He's a De Luca," he said, like that was supposed to mean something to me."I don't know what that is.""You will." His voice was clipped, controlled in a way tha

I didn't sleep.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the same thing.The light.That impossible golden-white light that had exploded from my palm and thrown a grown man across Alessandro's room.I stared at my hand beneath the blankets.Nothing.Just skin.A small bandage wrapped around my palm.No light.No explanation.Nothing.But I knew what I had seen and I knew Alessandro had seen it too.That was what frightened me most.He hadn't looked surprised, He had looked terrified.I slowly sat up.The mansion was silent.It was something after three in the morning. Moonlight spilled through the curtains, painting pale lines across the floor.I thought about the note.Your father didn't die of illness.My fingers tightened around the bedsheet.Ask Alessandro what he knows about the De Luca family and the year you were born.I had read those words so many times that I could almost see them without the paper.I couldn't wait anymore.I climbed out of bed.I needed answers.I slipped into th