Lilac’s P.O.V. The whisperer wasn’t just attractive. He was stunning. His slate grey hair was the same color as the moon, falling over his forehead and past his brows as he stepped back to avoid my wild right hook. A dimple appeared on his left cheek as his full lips tipped up in a victorious smir
He scowled and I tried not to think about how the Whisperer’s classical beauty was the exact opposite of Nox’s feral allure. “Valeria trusted his information enough to send us to him. She wouldn’t have even mentioned it if she didn’t think he’d have answers.” A laugh exploded from my chest, followe
Lilac’s P.O.V. Dad stood from his chair with a grunt and stretched his arms high above his head. The bottom of his rust-colored flannel lifted, showing abs still very much intact. Jada made a sound low in her throat and I chuckled, patting my friend on the shoulder as I walked by. “You going to te
There was such pain in his voice that had to clench my fists to keep from flinching. He’d never gotten over her death, and he never would. Even now he absentmindedly rubbed the spot where her mark had once been, his eyes far away. They returned to my face seconds later, hosting a storm of emotion.
Nox’s P.O.V. I shifted and walked into City Hall, smirking at the thought of the red mark on my ass. Had Lilac thrown her shoe any harder the heel would’ve broken skin. Not sure why I found her temper so addicting. Perhaps it was her hatred I wanted. After all hatred and love aren’t that far apart
He wouldn’t take me seriously if I lost my temper. No, he’d just blame it on the mate-bond and write off my concerns. “Actually, Lilac was the one who was kidnapped. It was Jeremy that took her.” It was a shitty thing to do throwing my future Beta under the bus, but he had disobeyed my direct orde
I blinked at him, barely registering the throbbing vein on his forehead. I was too stunned to speak. Too hurt by the fact that the one person I knew I could trust didn’t believe me. He thought she was manipulating me. Fuck, she wouldn’t even tell me the truth! She could’ve easily spun some story to
Lilac’s P.O.V. Hours had passed since we left my father’s house and headed back to my apartment. We swung by the café so I could apologize for skipping out on work—not that I had any say in the matter. Unsurprisingly, I was fired. I couldn’t exactly complain though. It was my first ever job, and