"My pigeon," He mused. Eyes twinkling with excited mirth. The blazing fire sparkled in his blue orbs. He was happy. The shock that consumed her body froze her mind. She stood there still as a statue staring at him in absolute shock. Her mind refused to believe that her nightmare stood in front of her in all its glory. A sinister smirk adorned his lips upon seeing the gratifying fear he instilled in her and he loved every bit of it. Poor thing couldn't even move. How pleasing. "You were gone for too long. I missed you," He rasped, his evil voice sending chills into every cell of her very being. Silvia tried to fight the immense fear that had clutched her soul that she couldn't even breathe. It was like her body wasn't in her control anymore. She was afraid of this. She shouldn't have come here without proper preparation. She didn't want to be his captive ever again. She won't be able to survive this time. She'd die. Her chin wobbled as tears gathered in her eyes blurring her vis
Her head snapped to the direction of his voice and she stiffened upon seeing him hovering over Armando as he threw vicious punches at him. She was stunned to the core as she watched him dumbfounded. 'He came to save us,' her wolf whispered in her head. "No!" She growled back at her wolf viciously causing her to shrink back, startling Lennox who tried to help her sit but she slapped his hands away. Lennox was rendered speechless at the scars on her face and arms. His throat was parched. What happened to her? Silvia was pissed at him. She just wants to kill everyone and then kill herself in the end. Her mind was a chaotic mess. She wasn't right in the head at the moment. "Silvia, are you alright?" Lennox asked in worry. His eyes were fleeting over her scars trying to figure out if she got them from her fight with Alonso but they looked so old and healed. They were deep and cruel. Her gaze scattered around the place only to spot Luca beating two of Armando's men while three
Eliot was fuming in rage. She didn't tell him that she got her magic back. He thought it'd take months to retain her chakra but she was far too strong. She was healing at a good pace. It was all thanks to her wolf that Silva possesses the powers of werewolves as well. But still, she wasn't properly healed and he knew her magic wasn't fully back. She was in no condition to fight anyone at the moment. One thing Eliot was sure about, Silvia was crazy. Who in their right mind would fight Alonso single-handedly? She even killed him. When Eliot found her at the doorway of her cottage, lying there and bleeding. He was sure she was waiting for death but instead of death, he showed up. Prince Lennox had given him an important mission. He was supposed to save Silvia and protect her and did exactly that until she decided to leave like that. He didn't want to admit it but he was worried for her. He didn't know where she went. He could just hope that she returns safely. Eliot was outside. The
Hunter wanted to kill Eliot for everything he said but did he have the right to do that? It was absurd. How could he kill the guy who saved her? Eliot's words rang in his head. She lay in the pool of her blood waiting for death. The image of her battered form drenched in blood was still clear as light in his head. She was so badly wounded and despite that, she was able to create a wall between them before disappearing through the portal. She used the last bit of her magic to get away from Hunter instead of using it to save herself. Hunter rubbed a hand down his face as he stared at the pond. He was leaning against the huge rock. The same place where they both sat and she poured her heart out to him and what did he do? Betrayed her...The bright moonlight caresses the serene water making the place look so beautiful. Hunter found out that the place was an island but he still didn't know where it was exactly located. Two days have passed and he was looking around the cottage like a
Silvia stepped down the stairs as she made her way into the kitchen only to freeze in her steps. She could recognize that back anywhere with those tattoos peeking out through the collar and then his tattooed hand came into her line of vision. It was Hunter cooking something in her kitchen. She looked around for Eliot but he was nowhere in sight. "Good morning," A deep raspy voice was heard from right beside her ear, and she jumped back. Her eyes shot to meet his gaze. Hunter was standing so close to her with his face tipping down. She didn't even hear him coming closer. She took a step back. Her gaze flickered back to his face and she found his eyes fixed on the scars on her forehead and neck. The vicious feeling of subconsciousness was about to creep in slowly but she stopped them then and there. She knew there were so many questions in his head. He was yearning to see these same scars all that time ago and now he got his wish fulfilled. He must find her ugly. But she didn't ca
"That bitch!" Armando snarled. He was trembling in rage as the medics were treating his wounds. They barely escaped that vampire prince and beta Luca. All of Armando's men died while stopping them and just because of their help Armando was able to escape because if they had caught him then it was an end for him. She escaped. She f*cking escaped. If that bastard Hunter hadn't shown up Armando would have had his fun with that witch and taken her as his captive again. Silvia was Hunter's mate. This thought alone was infuriating for Armando. She belonged to him. Her body, soul, and heart, everything belonged to him. He would kill her rather than let another man have her. Just the thought of her in Hunter's arms was making his blood boil as wrath coursed through his veins. She was his to feast on. It was just a matter of time. Once he kills Hunter, he'll keep that bitch as his whore and punish her so brutally. He'll break her legs so she won't ever be able to escape him. Armando had t
Silvia kept tossing and turning on the bed for the last two hours. Sleep wasn't coming to her and no matter how much she tried to sleep it wasn't in her control. Her heart was not at ease and she hated how her body was trembling. It was as if she could feel that icy water surrounding her. And that wasn't it. The devastating feeling of giving up that consumed her soul was foreign. They weren't her emotions. But her wolf could feel it deeply which only meant that the mate bond was getting stronger and she could feel his emotions. Not only that. Her wolf was clawing viciously inside her to be let out because her instinct was to save Hunter. Her wolf knew Hunter was in danger. Silvia had used the remaining drop of her magic to keep him there restrained in the pond. She knows he wouldn't be able to break through it and eventually his muscles would pump up with all the struggling and he would give up sinking deeper into the pond. Her eyes widened and the next moment she knew, she was run
She was clutching his shoulders so tightly and still felt she couldn't hold him strong enough as she cried with bearable wails. She didn't care anymore. Her heart was aching and she was so damn tired of keeping all the emotions bottled in. They were draining her. Hunter was frozen for the first few seconds before he wrapped his arms around her frame tightly, burying his face in the crook of her neck, almost crushing her in his tight embrace. Her body racked with sobs and the tighter she tried to hold him the more he felt like dying. He had hurt her too much. He inhaled her scent deeply to calm down but his heart was beating in his ears and that wasn't it. He could feel the wild thumping of her heart against his chest. Feeling gaze on them his eyes snapped to the corner from where Eliot was watching him. Hunter's hold on Silvia tightened and thank God she was hidden in Hunter's embrace. Eliot could barely see her shoulders and hair. They both stared at each other coldly before Eli