I didn’t head back to The Slip after dropping Cherie off, instead, I went back to the estate in an attempt to clear my mind. As much as I loved having Cherie on my lap and nearly giving in to what we both wanted, it left me confused.Why do I want her as much as I need to breathe? Why do I crave her touch and scent? Why do I want to see her slowly submit to me and call me her Alpha? This is fucking with my head and I don’t know why.She didn’t catch my eye before and the way she makes me feel now that the Sighting has clicked has set off a range of emotions I didn’t know I was capable of feeling. I’ve fucked women before, been intimate with them but none of them felt like this.The fact that this is Fated and not natural…it bothers me.How do other wolves give in to their fate so easily? Is it the rush of the Bond, the desire to claim what’s theirs? How do they accept the person the Goddess chose for them without question?Gods, I have never wanted to speak to my father more than I do
I watch the black SUV approaching, and my heart slips slowly into my stomach. Sage may have put a plan in motion, but that doesn’t mean I won’t feel terrified knowing what his plans are. However, when she brings the car to a stop in front of me and I see her smirk, that terror gives way to determination. I’ll be complicit in my mother’s downfall - nothing could feel better.“I don’t know what you did, but it worked,” she says as she pulls off. “Sage Volkov paid us and wants to have a meeting with us tomorrow.”“What?” I say with mock surprise. “A meeting? But why?”She turns to me and I can literally see the dollar signs in her eyes. “He wants to negotiate terms to allow you on the Volkov roster after a buy-out; you’ll fight in the same leagues as Creed!”She might be mistaking my open mouth for shock, but it’s more that I still can’t get over the fact that Sage is buying me. Does Creed know about his plans? If not, what would he say?“A buy-out,” I murmur and she goes off on a tange
Sage is grinning at me when I walk into the gym boardroom and I roll my eyes. “Why did I have to get dressed up for a meeting?” I ask him for the fifth time, but again he refuses to answer me truthfully.“This is an important meeting, and as the CEO of our brand, you need to be present for this,” he says and gestures for me to sit at the head of the table.The boardroom is situated on the same floor as our offices, but I never use mine. What’s the point if I didn’t want people to know the gym belonged to me? I only come here because the equipment is better than the gym in Volkov forest; well, that was before I met Cherie.An oval dark oak table dominates the center of the room with six chairs present; a stack of papers at each chair indicates that we’re meeting with four other people until I see Luka walking in. He looks as confused as me and shrugs when I ask him over the mind link what he’s doing here. “Sage told me to get dressed up and come to the boardroom,” he says and we both
I don’t know where I’m running to, all I know is I need to get away from Creed Volkov as soon as possible. Rushing down the stairs, I run outside to the fire escape and hold onto the steel bars and try to catch my breath. With trembling fingers, I touch my lips, hyper-aware that I can still feel Creed’s lips against mine. That heady bergamot and vanilla scent still clouds my thoughts and it’s like a string pulling me back to where I left him. He kissed me…he took my first kiss and I ran away after giving in to him. How could I be so stupid? And right after Sage finally freed me from my parents’ clutches. My head is a mess and I’m not sure what I should be feeling right now; happy because I’m free? Worried that they’ll retaliate? Sad because I will never see my sisters after sending off the incriminating details this morning? I can’t be here right now…but where am I gonna go? Sighing, I square my shoulders and walk back inside the gym because there’s no point in hiding out here wh
I decided to leave the gym after my kiss with Cherie, because there was no way I would pay attention to the work out when my temptation is so close. I need to get out of here and spend the day alone in my head.So for once, I actually walk into my office, but I head straight for the liquor stand in my entertainment section. I haven’t had bourbon in a while, and the taste of the amber liquid slipping down my throat is exactly what I need right now. I don’t want to think, because I won’t be able to stop my thoughts from straying to her. Watching over the New York skyline, I bite my tongue bar and hate that I can still smell her scent on me.Hours pass, maybe - I lose sense of time standing there with my mind blank, willing it not to go think of those amber eyes.“I knew you had more of Uncle Nikolai in you,” a familiar voice comes from behind me while I’m lost in my own thoughts and I can’t help but smile and shake my head.“Fuck, the circus is in town,” I say and finish the last of my
Obviously, I didn’t listen to Rebecca because I’m back at the gym today. She kept on scowling at me, but I can’t help it if it’s grown to be my comfort. “What if you see him with that woman again? Isn’t it better that you stay away until you feel better?” she asks while we walk towards the private fighting cage - a bonus if you’re a Volkov Brand fighter. “Then I’ll ignore him and if he throws it in my face, I’ll reject him,” I say and walk inside the octagon while she closely follows behind me. “I need this, Rebecca; I can’t hide away.”I won’t mention how I need this not because I want to forget, but because fighting helps me this time of the month. If I’m exhausted enough by the time I need to go home, the full moon doesn’t bother me and neither does my heat. I’ve been conditioned to forget, to ignore my body’s wants and needs - this is no different.She bites her bottom lip but nods anyway. “Fine, but if you need help kicking his ass, I’m here. I’ll use my fairy princess magic on
His crimson eyes are blazing with fury as he pins me against the cage.“Are you doing this on purpose? Have you seen what happens when I lose my temper?” he growls. “You’re putting what’s mine on display; don’t make me kill every fucking male in this gym.”I scoff at his words. “What’s yours?! How presumptuous of you!” I exclaim, pushing that brick wall again. “I’m not yours until your mark shows I am!”Gods, what the heck is wrong with me? Why am I playing with an inferno like Creed Volkov, especially when he’s clearly close to his rut? His behavior should have told me I'm making a huge mistake, but no…it’s his grin that tells me I’m in a world of fucking trouble.He grabs both my hands and pins them above my head with only one of his. “By the look in your eyes, I know you’ve just realized your mistake, am I right?” he murmurs, before leaning his head down close to mine and claiming my lips with a vicious kiss.This one isn’t as sweet as the kiss in the boardroom, this one is filled
I sit with my elbows braced on my knees, my fingers laced together in fists in front of my mouth…while staring at my sleeping weakness.If I had to tell you today was a mistake, would you believe me? If I had to take it all back and let her walk away from me instead of pulling her back…would I? Could I honestly be the better man and swallow my pride, allowing her to reject me and move on?I should, but I am not the better man.She pushed, but I pushed back harder; she pulled and my self-restraint snapped. Now she’s engraved on my skin, embedded in my scent, and I refuse to let her go. Not when I’ve had a taste of what could be mine. No, let me rephrase that; what IS mine. I have never been possessive of anything and I am not the jealous type, but when I caught the scent of her heat and knew other males could as well… let's just say I understand why my father went complete caveman when he met my mother.Once again, I drink her in; the curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts, her t
Rebecca As I stood before the full-length mirror in my ornate, flowing golden bridal gown, I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. Today was the day I was supposed to marry the man I had been arranged to marry to strengthen the bonds between our kind. But my heart was heavy with the knowledge that I was in love with someone else – Sage. Sage was everything the Fae Prince was not was not, and I still loved him. The Prince, Alexandr, was kind, gentle, and had a heart that overflowed with love; Sage was rough, selfish, and had a heart of ice. But ask me which one I’d gladly be with and I’ll still tell you it’s Sage Volkov. I had grown up knowing Alexandr, and over the years, we had grown close because of mutual acquaintances. We had shared our hopes and dreams, and actually made a pact to marry one day. It was a joke back then. Now, neither of us wanted this because even as we’re betrothed, we’re both in love with other people. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I could feel
SageI sat alone in my dimly lit penthouse office, staring blankly at the empty space in front of me while nursing a tumbler of bourbon. The only sound that could be heard was the faint ticking of the clock on the wall, marking each passing second as if to remind me of the time that had slipped away from me.I thought admitting my feelings to her would do it. I thought being honest and open would get me the one I wanted, but it turns out all it did was push her further away.It had only been a few days since I had confessed my true feelings to Rebecca, and yet it felt like an eternity. The words had spilled out of me before I could even fully comprehend them, fueled by the overwhelming emotion that had been building up inside of me since I met her.After Uncle Kai’s death, I realized that if something were to happen to me, then I would be gone without admitting how I felt about her. That I’d be gone, and she’d still hate me. She would go on thinking I never had true feelings for her w
RebeccaI’m standing in the ‘what the actual fuck’ aftermath of what I’ve just witnessed. Cherie and Creed had the most beautiful ceremony I have ever witnessed, then it was time for them to claim each other and all hell broke loose.Now I’m walking shell-shocked, back to my car, my body trembling and my heart beating painfully against my ribcage. Creed killed his father while in his Lycan form, but it looked like he wasn’t himself when he did it. I felt like I was intruding, so I didn’t get any closer to the family’s shared grief. The last week or so has been hell for me. From resettling my Court closer to New York, to my mother attempting to marry me off to the coward prince. I know that I cannot have a say in who I marry because I come from Seelie royalty, but I’ve managed to talk to another Fae I am familiar with, and settled to marry him instead.My mother isn’t talking to me at the moment because she thinks it’s a mistake, but our Court has shrunk because she only wants pureblo
SageI met my mate the day I could finally feel emotions again…and yet Rebecca still has a more significant pull on me. It has led me to question if the Mate Bond is absolute or just something the Goddess has ingrained in you.After I left the estate a few days ago, I made arrangements for Rebecca and her Court to go home and now I’m on my way into town to meet Isabella, my mate. Creed’s Claiming Ceremony is in two days' time and I have something I need to discuss with him later on.Being back home with my emotions intact doesn’t feel any different, to be honest. Yeah, I can feel my parents’ love for me and I adore my little sister. But I think I’ve been dead inside for too long that I can’t be different, no matter how I try.It’s almost as if going through all that shit was for nothing.Sighing, I pull into my designated parking and walk inside the restaurant. Isabella turned out to be an established model and fashion designer, someone old Sage would have loved to have as a mate. Bu
RebeccaHeartless.How could I forget that was my nickname for him? After swallowing my pride and literally begging him to reconsider, he brushes me off like I am nothing. As if I didn’t need more proof that it was a mistake.Fucking me out of his system? Is that what he wants to call it? I doubt he treated other women the way he treated me, but then again, who am I to say that? Yes, it was a mistake. A giant, annoying mistake. “You seem pretty adamant to get your emotions back when heartlessness suits you just fine,” I say with a shrug. “Won’t having a conscience ruin your whole image?”Sage scoffs. “When you concealed the mark on my heart, did I seem different to you?”“No?” I say with a frown, only to see him smirk.“I had my emotions back then and yet I was still a cold, heartless Sage,” he says, chuckling. “I think I’ll be fine, Princess, no need to worry about me.”For the third time today, I have the fight knocked out of me and I am rendered speechless. Why do I keep thinking
RebeccaI’m in my shower, staring at the tiled wall and trying to figure out if I’ve hallucinated the entire day. From sleeping with Sage to him literally worshipping my body and in the next few minutes, I’m speaking to my mother. Yeah, I definitely think I’m dreaming.From everything Sage has told me, the only reason he’s emotionless is because of the Unseelie Queen’s mark on his heart. If my mother has a spell or enchantment that can remove that, then Sage should be back to… uhm, normal, I guess?But then what happens after that? When my mother comes back, she won’t want me anywhere near Sage. When I acted nonchalant with him about our future, I was pretending because I didn’t want to face what was shoved right in front of me.Not only that, but Sage has a mate out there somewhere. I’ll always be looking over my shoulder, waiting for the day he has a Mate Bond Sighting.I’ll never be the one his Goddess chose; the other half of his soul.Argh, I shouldn’t be so negative. Who says S
Sage The one thing I’ve wanted since I woke up with Rebecca missing that morning, has now happened. She has no idea how fucking beautiful she looks when she comes apart for me, how gorgeous her complete submission is. And this time she was the one who begged me to take her. She’s fast asleep in my arms; right in the middle of the morning after our first time together in years. Just being with her right now, even without the cloaking spell, I feel lighter than I ever have before. I don’t know if this is the answer to my problem, but I think I need to have a talk with her about it. She’s not my mate, I know this. But she’s the only one who makes me feel while I’m this heartless fucker, so that has to mean something, right? Even without that cloaking spell, she makes me FEEL. “Hmmm,” she groans, stirring in my arms and snuggling into my chest. “I’m dreaming, right?” “Did your dream include being thoroughly fucked?” I ask with a grin and know she’s rolling her eyes at me right now
Rebecca Six days in the presence of Sir Heartless and I’m about to have a hissy fit. How long can it possibly take to find whatever it is he’s looking for? We’ve scoured the place every single day, and there’s nothing!Not only am I frustrated, but it seems as if being around me has made him cockier than before. Last night was the worst of it, he kept on pushing my buttons and making me flustered.I watch as he walks towards the front door, ready for another day of nothing. But as he picks up the SUV keys, I rush forward, turn to face him, and place my hand on his heart.“I’ve had enough of this,” I say, before reversing the cloaking spell on the Unseelie Queen’s mark. He looks up at me in horror and I scoff because I knew something was up with him after our first day together. It started with the look in his eyes, down to his mannerisms and teasing. Old Sage would never just tease for the sake of it, he'd do it to get a rise out of me.And he’d do it all with an impassive look on h
SageLast night I had the same dream I had after I walked out of Volkov forest stripped of my emotions. It had the same beautiful dark-haired woman luring me back to the forest, only to fuck me senseless. She told me I belonged to her, that everything I was doing was for her and I believed her. It was the first time in years I woke up hard as a fucking rock with no relief to be found. I still don’t know who this woman is or why she says I’m hers. “So, what exactly made you so heartless?” Rebecca asks on our third day of nothing, snapping me out of my thoughts. I glance up at her as I page through a spell book. “When you say heartless, what exactly do you mean?” I know exactly what she means, but I want to hear her say it.She closes the drawer she’d been rifling through and breathes out a sigh before leaning back in the chair. “You; everything that you are. Everyone who has met you says the exact same thing. You’re cold, nonchalant, you don’t care about anyone else but yourself-”“