Making Cherie smile has come to be my favorite pastime. Knowing I can get her to relax after she’s been through hell, has sort of become like a drug to me. So I’ve done nothing but try to cheer her up this evening.We finished our supper together an hour or so ago, now we’re up in my bedroom. I’m sitting on my bed with my back against the headboard while she’s settled in between my legs; her back against my chest.With her wearing my shirt, or rather drowning in it, my arms around her waist and our fingers intertwined, this feels perfect.“So are you going to tell me what happened this afternoon or keep me in the dark longer?” she asks with a smile in her voice and turns her head around to face me. “Were you hoping I’d forget?”“Something like that,” I admit, not really wanting to go into detail about what happened with Alpha Vicente. But if Cherie is going to be part of this pack, then I suppose she needs to know about the Bratva side of my family. “There’s-”“Is it Russian Mafia bus
I walk into the penthouse in a daze because I’m pretty sure last night never happened. I know I didn’t spend the night at Creed’s place and hit it off with him without even trying. There’s no way I felt so at ease in his company while sitting in between his legs. Gods, I must be dreaming. Floating upstairs to my bedroom, I fall down on the bed with a wide smile on my face. Creed’s scent is still on me, I can still feel his mouth on my neck as he coaxed me into two full-blown orgasms with his fingers alone. A shiver shoots up my spine and a giggle bubbles over my lips at the thought alone. The more time we spend together, the closer we get, and I don’t think we can blame the Mate Bond if I fall in love with him. “Oh, this is different,” I nearly jump out of my skin when I hear a somewhat familiar voice and spin around to see Arlen standing behind me with her arms crossed. This time she’s dressed in what seems to be a red evening gown and her red hair is draped over one shoulder in
I’ve just dropped Cherie off at the penthouse with her promising to stay home for the day, now I’m back in my study on the estate. Last night I stayed wrapped up in her, but even after she left my bedroom and her scent lingered, it didn’t push away my apprehension about today’s meeting.I’ll be choosing a bride for Vicente Reyes - a sacrifice to bridge the gap between two powerful packs.When I spoke to my father about this yesterday, he advised me that sometimes sacrifices need to be made so wars don’t break out. It reminded me of Viktor’s words the other evening after our run together.“While the clubs are under strict renovation for the next month, you need to make sure our staff still receive their salaries. They’re good and trustworthy, you don’t want to lose them,” he says and I make yet another note.“Security will need to be pushed up as well; these fuckers snuck in in the dead of night to plant the bombs. Luckily Alexei could salvage the CCTV footage and we caught the asshol
I’m up front in the black SUV with Luka at my side and Viktor in the back with Inessa. The poor girl got dressed up this time and is staring out of the window with her head held high. Her belongings weren’t much, and it was quite sad to see her only bring one small duffel. Then again, her family refused to come along to say goodbye, so I wonder what exactly has been going on in the Baranov household. Bringing the SUV to a stop in front of the restaurant I had booked, we get out and I pull Inessa to my side. She gives me an apprehensive look and then allows me to steer her toward the front door. “Viktor, stay by my side. Luka, you and Alexei keep an eye; we cannot afford another fuck up like last time,” I say, and they nod before walking off to their respective places. I spot Vicente sitting off to one side with a younger man next to him. They’re deep in discussion, with the younger one arguing in Spanish: he thinks this is a bad idea and does not trust us at all. /“Elias Reyes; t
I open my eyes and stretch, the scent of bergamot and vanilla still permeating everything in the living room. There’s a blanket thrown over me and a pillow under my head so I’m guessing I fell asleep here during our Star Wars marathon. Last night’s shenanigans with Creed pushed some of the doubts away, but I still had a niggling feeling in the back of my head telling me he’s not as serious about me even if he is my mate. Can mates cheat on each other, though? What Arlen went through with her lover and what I’m going through with Creed could be different. I mean, hers might just have been pure lust when mine is a fated bond blessed by a Goddess. I inhale deeply and my eyes snap open when the unmistakable smell of coffee and bacon finally break through my Creed-Scented haze. Straining my hearing, I hear another heartbeat in the penthouse, and a smile slips onto my lips. Giggling, I get up from the comfy sofa and walk towards the delicious smells, the small smile dropping from my face
If I thought I was nervous earlier, it doesn’t touch on how I feel now knowing Creed is on his way here to pick me up. My hair is hanging down my back and when a shiver runs up my spine, my scalp itches. Gods, I need to calm down! It’s just a date!My back is to the elevator when I hear the doors opening and my heart drops to my knees. Three footsteps across the floor come to an abrupt stop and I hear a sharp inhale of breath. Swallowing deeply, I turn around to face my mate, and my heart leaps into my throat. His hair is tied up in a bun in the middle of his head while some loose strands cascade over his shoulders and his beard is shorter but trimmed to perfection. Dressed in what can only be a custom made black tuxedo and smelling even more delicious, his crimson eyes are wide as he looks at me. “Zakhvatyvayushchiy…” he growls as he walks towards me. He takes my hand and draws it towards his lips, placing a gentle kiss on the back. “You’re breathtaking.”“Thank you,” I say, willin
I tried to keep my feelings in check the entire evening, and tried to focus on her words while maintaining a good conversation flow. She never initiated touch, I was always the one to reach for her hand or to touch her lower back.It was going well until she decided to touch me. From the moment I left her penthouse this morning, right up until I saw her in that dress, I’ve had this intense urge to lose myself with her. I don’t know what it is; definitely not the moon or Haze. Even Nocte is quiet.Gods, this dress. It’s like the only purpose it has is for me to rip it from her gorgeous body.“Now?” she gasps, her hands immediately going to the railing behind her. “Creed, we can’t-”“Why not?” I say as I lower my lips to hers. “Why can’t I have a taste of my mate right now?”She tears her eyes away from mine towards the corners of the elevator. “What… what if someone sees us?”“No one will see us,” I say, placing a soft kiss on the side of her jaw, running my lips over her skin. “No on
Creed’s eyes are wide as he takes in what I have just told him; he blinks a few times, then scoffs incredulously. “Are you sure about this, Cherie? I don’t want you to feel pressured when I say things like that. Fuck; you probably did feel pressured, didn’t you?”I shake my head and smile up at him. “No… I know it’s been a few days but I’m ready for this. Everything you’ve done so far has proven to me you’re serious about this… about us,” I say. He touches my chin and places a light kiss on my lips. “Nothing would make me happier than to claim you as my Luna, Cherie; but there’s something I need to discuss with you first.”Taking a step back, I look up at him with a frown. “That sounds serious,” I say, and he offers me a small smile. “Let’s get cleaned up and talk about this in bed, okay?” he says and doesn’t elaborate further. Instead, we clean up in silence and get out of the shower with something unspoken hanging in between us. -NOW HE’S DOUBTING YOU BECAUSE YOU SPOKE ABOUT BEIN
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-”“