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He said without raising his head from the book in his hand. "If you says so..." I trailed off still uncertain. "But why does he hate me so much? In all the stories I've heard of mates, I've never heard of a wicked and cruel one like the one I've found myself mated to." I relaxed a little and pushed back some strands of hair. "You think he's wicked?" I saw him looking at me, no longer reading. He must think me stupid for calling his friend wicked. "What would you call all he's put me through?" I said with a sigh. "I remember when I first met him at our Belleteyn festival, he swept me off my feet by his mere looks."

“I thought maybe—just maybe—you had a soul buried under all that money and power. I was wrong.” “Clearly,” he repeated, amused. “You’re not just heartless. You’re soulless. You think your wealth makes you God?” He smiled faintly. “No. My wealth just lets me stop pretending the world isn’t cruel.” I slapped him. The sound cracked through the room like lightning. He didn’t move. But his jaw twitched. I stepped back, breathing hard. “Go to hell,” I spat. “Already there,” he said softly. “I’ll save you a seat.”

I ruffled Killian's hair as we walked. "Mommy, don't pat my head-I'm about to pee my pants!" I hurried off with him. I stood by our luggage, waiting for them, when a sharp scent suddenly hit my nose-cold pine, layered with aged cedar and laced with the raw dominance of an alpha. It was the unmistakable scent of Shadow Pack. A voice-deep, familiar-cut through the noise. "Useless! So many of you, and you can't even keep track of one child? What good are you?"

“You are mine now… Aiden Lazarus” “I am… and will forever be… yours. My Lea…” -Sold To The Wicked Him

"Please. I want to know." He grunts quietly and leans forward. He kisses my neck, and I let out a soft whimper as he moves back to my ear. "I took over the family by force," he whispers, pushing my knees apart, spreading my legs. I let out a soft gasp as he slowly moves up the hem of my dress, kissing my neck as he does it. "I committed the worst sin a member of this family could ever commit. I killed the lord and I took his place."

“Call me wicked one more time—” Now, he was far from me. Not so far but we no longer shared the same air. I got off the wall, moved closer, and opened my mouth. “I'm not scared to tell you what you are. You're nothing but wicked, a wicked Alpha who shouldn't be Alpha in the first place. A man who derives joy in killing innocent, helpless wolves is nothing other than wick—” “Shut the hell up!” The words ran out of his mouth, and as though that wasn't enough, a hand hit my face.

I get that you want to take your anger and frustration out on someone, but you are playing with fire girl, and you need to tread lightly, or you will get burned. “Respect your old man and learn to deal with Amelia Taurine no longer belonging to you.” Ele hisses, raising her hand once again, and she slaps Wicked across the face for a second time. “You fucking psychotic bitch!” Wicked sneers in a murderous tone, touching his cheek. Ele brazenly raises her hand for a third time and as she drives it forward, Wicked catches it, wrapping his fingers around her wrist like a band of fire. “I dare you to fucking slap me again, Eleni Drakos.”

They’d been enemies for as long as I’d known them. When he nodded, I had to know, “What did he do to you?” Wick looked away again and shrugged as if it were no big deal, but I could tell by the sudden tension in him that it was a huge deal. “Doesn’t matter now,” he said dismissively. “The point is, my situation made me question the same things you’re questioning right now. How could I be so stupid? Why didn’t I see it before? What was wrong with me? But that’s the thing; the problem wasn’t us at all. It was him. He’s just that deceptive and manipulative and good. He can make you feel like you’re special, like you’re in his stupid inner circle, like you’re on top of the world when he shines h

He found it hilarious that I was into werewolf romance novels. “So you have a thing for hot werewolf alphas?” He chuckled. “You know some of those stories are stupid, don’t you? Especially that one. What’s it called? Yeah, The Alpha’s Destiny. Werewolves don’t have powers nor do they live until they’re ten thousand. That author must be on some crack.” He shook his head. “Well, it’s better than the zombie comics you have stashed under your bed,” I retorted. “If you don’t stop making fun of my reading materials, I will show Valko your nerd stash,” I warned.

☾☾☾ SASKIA'S POV ☽☽☽ Wade is a damned liar. I should have known better than to trust him to tell me the truth about how he felt. Even more annoying is that he clearly fooled me with his charms. While I often harped on the fact that werewolves could make themselves more attractive to others through their supernatural magnetism, I'd forgotten the fact that, in specific, they could conceal defects about themselves.