ALEXANDERMy head was pounding so bad by the time I gained back consciousness. I pry my eyes open slightly, whincing at the inexplicable pain shooting through me as I go to move. For the first two seconds I couldn't remember anything that happened last night. Or more like in the past few days. But then it came to me like I had just been hit by a ten wheeler truck. Marcus, him killing my brother and Victor. Him taking everything that was mine. My mate. My Eleanor. I feel a growl rising from my throat as I try to sit up."Ah shit," I utter, groaning when I couldn't do much but lift a finger."You're awake," My eyes grew wide in shock, and I jerk up from the bed when I sense a different presence just near me, only to regret it instantly as another wave of significant pain washes over my body, making me freeze in spot. I muttered a cuss word earning me a slap on my thigh then a word of disapproval."What did I always tell you, Al?" "Grandma?" My eyes darted towards the tall and slender
ALEXANDERThe moment she hung up the phone I let out one furious growl, but Imogen still stood there looking completely unfazed. A sly smirk crept to her lips while she lifted her hand and started showing interest with her nails."You...knew?" My eyebrows furrowed tighter, my hands clenching into fists and my blood boiled in an intense anger.Imogen had never came over to the pack uninvited. Just this once. And for me to find out that it was all because she needed something out of me, I was ready to throw her out for that. She seemed like she didn't have much care even if her son gets killed during a war or not. The idea that for once she needed me, the son of the man she discarded like garbage out of her life, thrilled me knowing I had the power to let her down.But then...How the fuck did she know about Marcus? My eyes flickered to the phone in her hand. All instinct and desire within me to find my mate and pull her into my arms again were telling me to grab the fucking phone and
ELEANORI wrap my shaking arms around my body, shivering from the cold. Daryl, the rogue guy who had purposefully dumped freezing cold water over my head, decided that it was too hot for me to handle a room without a single window in it, thus turning up the AC, to a point where even a bead of sweat would turn into rock-hard ice before hitting the floor. 'You should thank me, slut.' He had said with a cocky smirk in his stupid-ass face.I rolled my eyes inwardly and fought the raging urge to punch him and that stupid grin off his face. I hid my scoff and looked down on the floor, trembling with rage.Thanks my ass.I didn't want to give him the satisfaction from me complaining about the cold, so I decided to just zip my mouth shut if I wanted him to leave me alone.I bit back every ounce of anger and frustration as I waited for him to exit the room. After what seemed like one hell of an eternity with him staring down at me and calling me names, something that only weak, fucked up assh
ELEANOR's POVI'm.... pregnant?My trembling hands slowly went to press gently on my stomach, but then I felt a small movement from within and I gasped.I immediately pulled my hand back to my side and looked up to find Marcus staring at my covered stomach with his golden brown eyes, a glint of hatred and anger reflected from them making me take a step back."No," I whispered. Suddenly it all came to me. That dream, the persistent nausea, and increased appetite I was barely able to hold back. It bothered me almost every day, but I chose to ignore it, not realizing... I gasp and my heart races with a boltning speed.This changes everything... I tell myself while squeezing my hands into fists."Choose," Marcus states, his voice coming out deep and gruff as it reaches my ears.I press my lips thinly together before I felt my back hit the thick and hard wall. A chill snaked up my spine as I felt the ice cold surface of the wall, and I shuddered.Marcus walks over slowly to me, glaring dagg
ALEXANDER Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I buckled my belt and slipped my silver gun in my waist. I headed downstairs and out the door to see my grandmother's flashy lamborguini parked right out front. I checked out the car, skimming my eyes around it examining its craft and design. There's no doubt tt was the latest model. I hopped into the passenger seat, and slammed the door my way in."You ready, Al?" Imogen smirks at me, her hands gripped tightly onto the steering wheel. I stare at her both in astonishment and disbelief. I've never seen her drive before. I only ever saw her stand quietly like a nice, pretty lady who would never be, of no doubt, be interested in cars or racing. And there I always thought old people would rather not get into any speedy car at all. Old human people, that is. Imogen here is a lycan, and not just any lycan, but a lycan with pure breed. I wouldn't have been surprised to see my grandmother Imogen step out of a flashy Ferrari 260, but to se
ELEANORThe first thing that came to my mind when I saw my mate, was to run into his arms and cry on his shoulders until I no longer could. To kiss him deeply and with so much passion until we've forgotten how to breathe, and to feel him hold me in his arms while he leans to my ear, whispering sweet nothings and telling me it was all going to be alright. All I wanted was to be caged in his arms, for him to never let me go. Until...the moment he took one step forwards in my direction, I realized I couldn't stay by his side just yet. First things first, I need to make sure the curse will not be passed on to our child, and Alexander's heir. I need to get rid of this twisted curse and make sure my son or daughter will live a normal life without it. From what I have experienced so far, being a blood red wolf and nothing but a bad omen to the pack, I guess I had the right to say that my child is better off a normal wolf than cursed. 'The life of a blood wolf, is no life for a child.' Ma
ELEANOR "Al!" The woman shrieks. I felt the urge to roll my eyes just at how dramatic the woman can be. Seriously, did she really think I can bring myself to shoot my own fated mate? Did she think I was that naive? Everyone knows what happens to a werewolf when one's mate is killed. Either one goes completely insane, or dies eventually within a short amount of time. I couldn't risk that. Especially not when I'm carrying his baby. Our baby. I thought to myself as I gazed deeply and longingly into his eyes despite how it looks like on the outside. As I pointed the gun at him, I made sure to tilt the gun towards the far wall behind him. He must have noticed this because his brows furrowed closely as he stared at my hand. While it might look like I was pulling the trigger, I had actually slipped my finger behind it, making it impossible to shoot a single bullet with my finger blocking the trigger. All of a sudden, I felt a heavy, dominating aura explode within the room, bringing Marcus
ELEANOR"Alex, wait!" I watched with my jaw dropped on the ground since they both shifted into their wolf forms and started to maul one another with seemingly no end. The woman standing on the other side looking at her fingernails looked like she had no intention on stopping them either, while I stood there panicking over what I should do. On the other side was Daryl looking up and gathering his bearings as he groped the floor. When he saw me looking, he glares at me and mumbles something incoherent. I narrowed my eyes at him. Knowing the asshole's personality he'll probably come back with some kind of plot up his sleeve. After all, he never once let me enjoy a brief moment of peace when I was all locked up in here alone, and starving. The sound of whimpering suddenly catches my attention and my eyes fell to my mate's magnificent wolf. They were having a really rough fight, and by the murderous look on both of their faces I knew this shouldn't keep going any longer than it should.