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011 | THE NEW MATES' LUNCHEON
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Alpha Enzo 012 | DUSKLIGHT
Enzo’s POV I was barely aware of what I was doing as I stood up, so abruptly that my chair was knocked backwards – with such force that it smashed on the floor. My fingers trembled as I reached for Scarlett’s hand, but my glare was firm as I looked out upon the jeering bunch of idiots that my pack had suddenly become. “Don’t run,” I murmured to her, squeezing her hand. “If you run, they win.” She nodded mutely, shaking so much, with such wide eyes, that she looked more like a rabbit caught in the headlights of a truck than a werewolf. A single tear tracked down her cheek, coming to rest just above her lip. I leant over and wiped it away. And then I rounded on my wolves. “Scarlett is my mate,” I said, my voice clipped. “And I am your Alpha. My judgement is not to be questioned on this. I cannot believe the way you have all behaved today. I am disappointed in every one of you for treating a new member of our pack with such a lack of respect.” Silence swelled. Good. “Since you are
Alpha Enzo 013 | YOU SHATTER ME
Scarlett’s POVMy laughter died slowly, the echoes of it holding my jaw in a grin as my gaze softened. It roved over Enzo’s face, tracing his night-dark eyes and the silver sheen to his tanned skin. I could smell brine and salt on the air, the breeze stirring about our heads and lifting strands of my hair to play across my cheeks. Below, mighty waves crashed into crumbling white stone, sending splinters of it tumbling into the sea.Everything felt important to me in that moment. There was no detail too insignificant, and no part of the picture was inconsequential. Each breath I took held weight. Time seemed to slow around us, the moon halting in the sky.“Oh,” whispered Enzo, the smile sliding from his face. The expression that rose next was not unkind, or unhappy in any way; it was awed, a deer locked in a hunter’s gaze. And I… I had been the one to make him look that way. My core tightened and a shiver wracked through me, raising goosebumps on my arms.“Oh, indeed,” I murmured, sli
Alpha Enzo 014 | A BONFIRE TO INITIATE
Enzo’s POVI couldn’t decide what looked better: Scarlett, with her hair loose down her back with five strands braided intricately around her head, interwoven with clovers and lavender and daisies, her cheeks flushed with excitement and her eyes wide with wonderment, or my pack grounds, every inch of them glittering with lamplight and flickering candles.Well. Obviously it was Scarlett, I thought, a smile pushing at my cheeks. She smoothed her hands over the deep green velvet bodice of her dress – the least practical thing I’d ever seen her wear – and blushed as she looked up, catching my gaze.“You look beautiful.” I swallowed hard before correcting myself, an almost painful yearning gnawing at my chest. “You are beautiful.”“You’re just realising this now?” she teased, spinning in a loose circle, letting the skirt of the dress fan out around her. Fallen leaves crunched beneath her boots.“I knew it from the moment I saw you.” I pulled her close, my hands snagging her waist. “And I l
Alpha Enzo 015 | THE FAERIE BALL
Scarlett’s POVI flung my head back and laughed loudly, revelling in the feel of a hundred feet all pounding the floor, making the music physical as it reverberated up through my bones. Enzo’s hands were warm in mine, and his cheeks were just as flushed as mine surely were.His masquerade mask was the spring to my autumn: dried wildflowers wound around his eyes and over the bridge of his nose, stopping short of his devious smirk. A beat later he was spinning me again, my skirts flying, my heart lifting so high in the moment that I thought it might never come down.“I didn’t know it could feel like this!” I laughed, letting my grip on my champagne glass go limp. I pressed closer to Enzo, his body heat radiating out through his black velvet suit, the heather in his lapel askew. It tickled my chin.“What, dancing?” He beamed down at me, his face alight with the same joy that burned in me. “Living!”Someone tugged my champagne flute free; another hand pressed a full glass into my grip, w
Alpha Enzo 016 | POISON AND PORTALS
Enzo’s POVI blinked myself into awareness. The room was vaguely familiar, all squeaky linoleum floors and starchy white bed sheets. Disinfectant, scented with pine and lemon, filled the air and made the flooring gleam wetly. The curtains were drawn, but no daylight pierced through them.Davin was perched on the edge of my bed, his face drawn and weary. He brushed a strand of curly hair behind his ear, his masquerade mask long since discarded. I narrowed my eyes at him, needing to fix my vision onto something to stop it from rolling and spinning. My stomach revolted; I surged upwards, bent double, and vomited all over the squeaky-clean floor.Davin slid a bucket under my mouth wordlessly, a few seconds too late. Still, it was better than nothing.“That’s a good sign. A very good sign indeed,” said a familiar voice, feminine and soft but with a hard edge to it. I knew it, but was too focused on spewing my guts up to put a face to the sound. “If he’s got the energy to sit up and vomit,
Alpha Enzo 017 | DARK SIDE OF THE EARTH
Scarlett’s POVFuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. It was all I could think, a pounding rhythm hammering against my skull. I had the wherewithal to open my eyes, now, but I didn’t want to. Not one bit.Because I could smell where I was. The air was dry here, tinged with eucalyptus and wattle. It made my stomach revolt, but I swallowed harshly. I wouldn’t throw up. I couldn’t show weakness. Not here.Saliva filled my mouth. My nostrils flared. I opened my eyes. And the world spun. I lunged forward, stumbling out of the bed and falling to my knees. I heaved all over the floor before rocking back on my heels, wiping my mouth with a grimace. Now I couldn’t smell the dry air, the eucalyptus, or the wattle trees. I could just smell sick.It took me a few long moments to gather myself. I breathed sharply, in through my nose and out through my mouth. My stomach tightened, and I vomited again. And again. And again. Through the agonising pain in my throat and chest, searing and sore, flashes of fuzzy me
Alpha Enzo 018 | HE'S HERE, ISN'T HE?
Enzo’s POVI pushed my glasses up my nose, settling back on my bed. It creaked as I shifted my weight. “It’s all here. There isn’t anything missing – not even her favourite sweatshirt.”“Of course it’s all here,” said Marla, pausing her pacing to arch an eyebrow at me. She flicked her dark curls over her shoulder before starting up again. “Scarlett wouldn’t have run, and she sure as Hell wouldn’t have poisoned you.”“Emila’s insistence makes her almost seem guilty,” mused Davin. He was hovering in the doorway, one hand braced on the frame. Rubbing a hand over his tired eyes, he nodded at the damp grey dawn visible through the window. “I don’t think we’ll find any answers in here. We need to start speaking to people, Alpha.”“You’re right.” I folded up Scar’s sweatshirt with shaking hands and laid it flat on the bed, smoothing out creases and folds. It smelt like her, more than any of her other clothes, but for once the scent of pine and wild berries didn’t manage to soothe me. My hear
Alpha Enzo 019 | ROCK BOTTOM
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