Lila And Enzo Werewolf Novel Novels & Stories

Chapter 35 SERENA’S POV I felt the cold embrace of the darkness. It was suffocating, contrary to how vast it looked. The silence hummed in my bones. The ground beneath my feet was clear and slippery, reflecting a clear sky. Then, I saw her. My wolf. Her massive white form stood a few yards away. She was ethereal. She didn't growl. She remained still, reading me with her piercing gaze. Her familiar eyes were trying to communicate something to my soul.

I froze, my heart hammering in my chest, as the shadows seemed to shift, closing in around us. “Did you hear that?” Lila whispered, her voice barely audible. I nodded, scanning the room. The air was thick, suffocating, and I could feel the presence of something lurking in the darkness, watching us. Slowly, I turned, shining the flashlight around the chamber. The beam caught a pair of glowing eyes in the shadows—eyes that were far too large to belong to any wolf I’d ever seen. “Ethan,” Lila murmured, her voice trembling. “What… is that?”

Liliana’s body is soft against mine, her breath warm on my neck as she settles into me. I can feel her heartbeat, steady and strong, a comforting rhythm that soothes the beast within me. Fenri, my wolf, has been silent since we nearly lost her, a rare moment of stillness in the constant presence of his restless energy. He’s watching her too, waiting, wondering how this woman—this mate—could be so utterly unaware of her own power.

I wasn't sure if I believed her story about visiting Sasha, but I chose to accept her explanation. Lila, on her tiptoes, gazed deeply into my eyes. "Would you like me to make it all better?" she inquired. Before I could muster a response, she bridged the gap between us and captured my lips for a fierce kiss, catching me off guard. We could all agree that resisting Lila was a difficult task, and even as the faint suspicion of her involvement with another man lingered, I found myself powerless to deny her. Even my heightened werewolf senses did not detect any scent other than my own, and it further ignited my desire.

“You're out of your mind. You don't know what you're talking about.” “But I do.” Spark responded. “And I also know she's your mate. Our mate.” The mere thought of it was overwhelming. A mate was the most important part of a wolf's life. Every wolf yearned for his mate, they prayed to find theirs. Now, I'd found mine and there was no way I could be with her. Not in this life, nor the next. Liliana wasn't just my mate, she was my stepsister. There was no way we could be together.

What can I make of this? “You have my mark now, Michelle” Enzo runs his hand through the slightly purple mark on my neck, “and now you have me completely as your mate and I tell you, your wish is my command” “Enzo” I pounce into his embrace, “why are you so good to me? I am nothing but a filthy pregnant mate who was rejected by her mate, why…” He envelopes me in a bear hug and kisses my hair, “I will worship the ground you walk on, baby” he whispers into my ear, “you needn’t ever ask for anything because I will always be a step ahead of you, and did you call yourself a filthy wolf? Don’t ever call yourself that again”

He sniffed and moaned. “I’m serious, Enzo,” The larger man said. The one called Enzo used a finger to wipe the blood from my forehead. He licked it and moaned. “You should taste this,” he said to the larger man. “It is better than anything you’ve ever had.” The larger man was uncertain, but I could already tell that his resolve was not strong, and he might fold very soon. They were new sire vampires, that was why they didn’t know not to stay so close to a werewolf, especially an angry Luna werewolf.

She edged behind a potted fern. “Why’d you even come?” Vincent asked, mouth full. “Selene’s orders. ‘Every wolf of breeding age,’ remember?” Lila said slowly wiping crumbs of canapé from her outfit. “Ah, right. You’re here as a chew toy for the Alphas.” He flicked her shoulder. “Cheer up. Worst case, you bond with some crusty elder who croaks by sunrise. Inherit his land. Live deliciously.” “You’re a comfort, Vincent.”

Only the small hearth of a crackling fire, five men and two women around her broke the view of swirling white. “White meadow.” she murmured and rubbed her arms. It was very cold. “Belated happy birthday.” his lilting voice startled her. She turned to her heel and found him towering over her. Her cheeks pinked. “Thank you.” she said with a faint smile. It was the first time someone had acknowledged her nineteenth birthday. Three days back, she was supposed to be married to Raul. Instead she's standing in front of a werewolf, and an inhumanly handsome one at that. From the corner of her eye she found Starlight and Darla watching them.

The three wolves were on deck too, but the injured one was lying on the floor near his siblings. Lila summoned courage and walked up to them. She had been avoiding them since she came out of fear that they might harm her, but now, looking at where they stared at her, they looked like cute dogs waiting to be fondled, and that was what she was planning to do. "Hey," she said, kneeling beside the injured wolf. Its wound was tied up with a cloth, Rem's doing. She stretched out her hand to touch it and hesitated when her hands were just inches away.