Nero“I haven’t felt this fucking nervous since I first asked her to be mine,” I mutter to myself as I pace the length of the living room. In less than half an hour, I have to pick up Camellia for our date and pretend that I don’t know every inch of her. I have to sit across from her and make small talk again, biting my tongue so ‘I fucking miss you’ doesn’t slip out.I realize that I’m in way over my head here. Camellia and I are childhood sweethearts and fell in love at sixteen; we knew each other from a young age. Right now, I have to work on winning her over without the familiarity and honestly, I have no idea how I’m going to do that.What about me drew her in the first time? I’ve never been arrogant enough to ask her when she fell in love with me, it just seemed inevitable between us. She always felt like home, she was always mine.“Fucking think,” I mutter, pinching the bridge of my nose. I don’t know if I should push or just let it happen without trying. That’s how it worked
Camellia / Lia“... Lia? Hello?”“Hmm?” Maria looks at me with a raised eyebrow as I snap out of my thoughts, realizing too late that she’s been talking to me. “Sorry, Maria,” I say, shaking my head to clear the happy daze I’ve been in since my date with Nero. “What did you say?”“You’ve been staring into space for the last five minutes,” she says, smirking. “Something on your mind?”I blush, feeling a bit embarrassed. “Sorry, Maria. I was just... thinking about last night.”“Oh?” Her smirk widens, and she leans closer, clearly interested. “Do tell. How was your date with the handsome stranger?”I can’t help but smile, the memories of the evening flooding back. “It was wonderful. We had dinner at this lovely little restaurant, and then we took a walk through town. He was such a gentleman.”Maria’s eyes sparkle with curiosity. “And?”“And... I really enjoyed myself,” I admit, feeling a warm blush creep up my cheeks. “He’s easy to talk to, and I feel like there’s something special abo
NeroI’m still on a high from walking Camellia home and kissing her for the first time when my cell phone rings, snapping me out of my semi-filthy thoughts.It’s Osiris and I steel myself against any news he might have.“Hey, what’s up?” I answer, trying to sound casual.“Nero, I did the research you asked for,” Osiris says without preamble. “Checked all private flights coming close to that small town from LA around the time Camellia went missing.”I sit up straighter, my pulse quickening. “And?”“Seems Matteo’s private jet was one of them,” he replies, his tone serious. “It left LA an hour after Camellia went missing.”“What the fuck?” I feel a surge of anger. “That fucker. I knew I couldn’t trust him.”“Nero, don’t do anything rash,” Osiris warns. “We need to play this smart.”“I know,” I grit out, shoving down my fury. “Thanks for the info, Osiris. Keep digging. I need more proof before I confront him.”“Will do. Take care, brother,” Osiris says before hanging up.I take a deep bre
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Camellia / LiaThe last month has been a whirlwind.Nero has started spending more time at my cottage and we’ve been growing closer. I know a little bit more about him now and he’s started helping me piece together what happened on the night I arrived in this town.There’s still a lot of mystery surrounding it, but he has a lot more resources than I ever had before. I guess it helps that he’s an Alpha.Then there’s the fact that he and Nereo have become closer as well. They watch soccer games together and even play when we’re at the park together; inseparable isn’t even the word when they’re together.It worries me a lot because I know it isn’t permanent. Nero can’t stay here forever, he has a pack to run and take care of. I can’t ask him to choose me after a month of being together and I hardly think I’m Luna material.But I’m seeing him later tonight and have decided to talk to him about us. I probably should have thought about this before… everything else happened.“Trouble in para
NeroI didn’t want to do this, but I’ve been left with no choice. Evidence that Matteo had a part to play in Camellia’s kidnapping is stacking up against him, but something doesn’t feel right. It feels almost two easy, like those things were just waiting for me to find them.There’s no point in me speculating about anything right now, so against my uncle’s wishes, I’m having a meeting with Matteo to tell him everything.I arrive at his pack house without Orion at my side to show him I’m not a threat, even though we both know I could take him on alone. His Beta nods at me when I enter, and gestures for me to follow him to where Matteo is waiting. He looks up when I enter, but I can tell he’s anxious. This morning I told him nothing about what this meeting will be about, and I just know that bothers him more than he’s putting on.“Nero. To what do I owe this unexpected visit?” he says as he leans back in his office chair, resting his chin on his fingers.I take a seat opposite him and
Camellia / LiaIf Maria hadn’t pointed out the guy, I wouldn’t have realized he was coming in every single day. Not only that, but I could feel his eyes on me the same way I could feel Nero’s when he visits me.The only difference is, I can feel hostility in this man’s stare.I take a breath and go to the locker room, removing my handbag so I can grab my cell phone and text Nero. But even as I upend my entire bag, I can’t seem to find the damn thing.“Shit,” I say, crossing my arms and biting my thumb nail. I have to let Nero know about this man, but I don’t exactly know his number off by heart. What do I tell him, though? That man is back inside the cafe and he keeps looking at me? It makes me seem super paranoid and I don’t want to come off as weak, either. So, with a sigh, I put my handbag back in my locker and walked back inside the cafe.But when I turn to look at the section, the man is usually seated, I see that he’s left. I frown and approach the table to clean it, noticing no
CamelliaI open my eyes and I feel the start of a piercing headache behind them. My mouth feels dry and my throat hurts, and when my vision swims into focus, along with my memories, my heart stops.I have no idea where I am. The last thing I remember was that man from the cafe with his hands around my throat. I’m about to leap from the bed when a moan next to me stops me dead and I see a mess of dark curls curled up at my side.Nereo.My relief is only momentary because I still don’t know where I am. Did that man decide to take us both? And what is that droning sound?I get to my feet and decide to walk towards the bedroom door, but the door opens before I can get to it. Terror seizes me, but the person who walks through the door is not who I expected. Gray eyes warily regard me as I step back, confused.“Nero?” I ask with a hoarse voice. “What… where am I? Why are you here?”He slowly walks toward me and his eyes flicker to Nereo, who is still fast asleep, then back to me. “How are y