Gianna "You both need to speak to each other," Isabelle says to both of us, but somewhere I feel like it is directed more to Jarek than me. Frowning a little, I glance at Jarek and at Isabelle, who is staring at Jarek. Is there something that I am missing? I go through her words in my mind, and my heartbeat rises as I realize something must have happened that triggered their wolf. When I was too oblivious, drowned in my own pity party, they felt something. I remember ignoring the weird feeling that I felt through our bond, brushing it off as I was already going through so many emotions. My eyes snap up to Jarek, and I notice Isabelle has left, and now we are alone in the room. His eyes have a hesitant expression as he looks at me, similar to the one that I saw earlier when he was outside my house. Something must have happened, something which I am unaware of, but still, our bond warned me. "Are you hiding something?" I stare at Jarek unblinkingly, "Did something happen that I a
Gianna I stare at Jarek's face blankly while going over his words in my mind. I think I have slept with Stella. These words ring in my head over and over again. When I heard this line from his mouth, I will not be going to lie; I was devastated as my entire world had ended. But the more I think..., the more I feel that there is something that is missing. So, instead of reacting, I decided to stay silent and wait for Jarek to share the entire truth. "Please, say something." He pleads. I can see he wants to reach out to me and touch me, but he is holding himself back. I think this is the best thing for him to do because I don't know how I am going to react if he touches me. Because at this moment, holding my emotions, along with keeping hold of my sanity, is not easy for me. "You think, or you have?" Chewing the insides of my cheeks, I ask. "What?" His brows pull together as he looks at me with a confused gaze. "How do you know that you slept with her?" Exhaling a quick b
JarekGianna keeps staring at my face with an unreadable expression.I can see that my admission has crushed her heart, and honestly, it was not easy for me to accept that I could do something like with Gianna. She is all I ever wanted, and I will always want... there is no reason that I can think of that would make me want to betray her. My heart is still not ready to believe that I can do something as disgusting and humiliating as cheating on my wife. No man can do such a dishonorable thing, and I am ready to face the consequences to make things right.My gaze flickers to Gianna to find her still looking at me, but her mind is somewhere else.I can't bear her silence."Please, say something," I beg.I want to reach out to her and touch her, but I refrain from doing so because I know she will not be able to control her emotions if I touch her. She is keeping her emotions locked and trying not to act upon her anger.She is struggling, and I don't want to make it even more difficult
Gianna Moving slightly, I make space beside myself and look at Jarek expectantly. Jarek looks at me, unsure, as if he is trying to understand what I am asking him. Rolling my eyes, I exhale sharply and then pat the empty space beside me, beckoning him to hop into the bed. It is not just me who wants him to be near me. The boys have been so calm and peaceful since he touched us that it is not difficult to comprehend that they were feeling deprived of his presence. Maybe their connection with him is far stronger than I could have understood. Because they sensed his despair along with feeling that something had happened to him and reacted in whatever way they could to reach their dad. He looks hesitant for a moment, but when I arch an eyebrow, he gives in and sits beside me. Opening his arm, I wind it around my shoulder and settle myself against his side. While grabbing his other hand, I place it over my belly, letting him feel his babies. I hate that he called them monsters an
Gianna His eyes don't leave mine when he continues to claim me. This is so weird, but at the same time, there is something special in this. He kisses me like nothing is enough for him, and he wants to love me in every way he can. I threw my head back when his hot mouth began to trail kisses down my neck, as everything was too intense for me. "Jarek..." I whisper his name and clutch his shoulders, almost digging my nail into his skin as I feel myself on the brink of shattering. "I know, baby." He coos against my skin, not bothering to stop his torture on my skin. Stars explode in my eyes the moment I hear him whispering I love you, and the feeling of completion encases me. He holds me tightly against him as we both cherish the feeling of being in each other's arms. Suddenly, the weight of everything crushes on me, and I burst out crying. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I hold him close to me as I cry all the tears which I have been holding back this past week. I felt dead w
Gianna Smoothing the front of my yellow casual dress, I brush my hair and style them in a half-up, half-down hairstyle. The dress flows freely and ends just below my knees; it is not drawing much attention to my bump since it's loose, yet it also makes it look cute. Angling my body to the side, I run my hand over my bump while looking at it through the mirror. I love every moment of being pregnant. It is definitely not easy, and there are days when I feel like almost dying, but this doesn't change how I feel about this experience. Happy with my appearance, I turn around and walk to my bed to complete the biggest task of my life. Wearing shoes. Trust me when I say I haven't seen my toes in months. And the things which fall on the ground cease to exist for me. Blowing out a breath, I prepare myself to struggle to put on these damn shoes. "Need a little help?" Jarek's voice startles me, causing me to drop the shoe on the floor. Leaning against the doorframe of my room, he arch
Gianna "You were right; this pastry is seriously amazing." Jarek points the spoon toward me and then digs it into the pineapple pastry for another bite. "I told you!" Holding the straw between my teeth as I stop slurping the strawberry shake and grin at him, feeling damn proud that even he agrees with me. I stare at him as my heart fills so full. There is so much going on in our lives, but at this moment, nothing matters. He looks carefree and happy. Maybe this is why he wanted to raise his family in his home away from the club so that he could give his family a normal family life, where he could enjoy small moments that he might not have while being the Alpha. My gaze shifts to his mouth to find pastry frosting smeared on the side of his mouth. Leaning forward on my elbows, I extend my hand toward him and wipe off the frosting with my thumb. Bringing back my hand, I place the thumb inside my mouth and clean off the vanilla frosting. I feel his stare at me, causing me to loo
Jarek Every time leaving Gianna, I return to the club; I feel like I have left my heart with her. I want her to come back home with me, but I am aware that she needs this space and time. Somewhere without even realizing I had been so confident with my love for her that I was sure she wouldn't ever leave me. But what had happened is like a reminder for me to not ever take her presence in my life for granted. Even though I have never taken her for granted, it is true I have overlooked her feelings while I was lost in my own fears. I am so lucky that she is still with me even after I have come open in front of her. She believes that I couldn't do anything wrong to her, and I hope I didn't break her trust. My memory about that night with Stella is so hazy that now even I am questioning the truth of that night. If it weren't for Gianna, I still would have thought that I betrayed her, but she forced me to see something that I was unable to see before. My eyebrows pull together in a f
Gianna The entire atmosphere of the clubhouse has shifted. And I was not surprised when almost everyone started preparing for a party, leaving a few of the men to tend to the broken wall. However, Jarek ordered them to stay put at the party and any celebration until all over members recovered and security was reinforced. Although there were slight complaints, they all knew what things should be prioritized. So in record time, all the things are back in order, and now again, the club is preparing to throw a crazy-ass party to welcome twins. An involuntary smile uplifts the corners of my lips as my gaze falls onto my lap. Both of my boys are sleeping, completely unaware of the chaos they were born into. Somewhere I am still having a hard time wrapping my mind around the thought that I am a mother. It feels unreal... almost foreign. However, the love with which my heart is bursting is something unexplainable. The emotions are so intense and overpowering that I can only describe thi
Gianna The gate of the club has been blown off, and some of the members are working on fixing a new gate. The front wall is also partially damaged, as well as the side. There are more people patrolling around the club than I have ever seen, and I have spotted a few wolves as well running around the perimeter. Uncle's men are also here helping the members with repairs and even with security. It feels so different watching all of them working together because they are so much different from each other. Wolves are reckless while they are organized. Wolves follow their instincts, and the others are highly calculative with their every move. They are poles apart, yet they have banded together and worked as a team. And they make an amazing team. Well, if not, then I wouldn't be sitting here alive today. I had asked my uncle to update the club about everything and also help Dad to secure the club because I had a doubt that maybe Maverick had something up under his sleeve, and I didn't wa
Gianna Wrapping my arms around myself, I lean against the car as I watch the dead bodies of rogues coming out of the building. A part of me wishes this wasn't how their life should have ended; some of them might still have some hope of returning back from their madness. Until now, I have forced myself to shut down my emotions so I don't hesitate to do what I need to do. But now, when my barriers are down, there is kind of a hollow feeling seeing so much death around me. I wish there were a way to help them, but then I know when you leave your humanity, then there is nothing left to salvage. There are bodies of humans who turned themselves into this hybrid by introducing werewolves' blood into their system. Honestly, there were the worst, and there was this craziness that surrounded them, and there was no point of return for them. Rogues are born, but these hybrids are mad, and during the full moon, they face severe consequences of their greed. Jarek told me most of these can't eve
GiannaCarefully, walking inside the dimly lit hallway, I look around and notice there are numerous doors aligned to both sides of the hallway.I can hear the desperate pleas of people from behind the doors, but I keep moving forward. As of now, they are safe inside, and I don't know who they are, so it is better that they stay behind the locked doors as of now.My body is aching as everything is catching up to me, but I am pushing myself because this is not the time to focus on these things. I need to help Jarek and end all this once and for all.I am still unable to understand why Maverick did all this and what his motive was behind all this. He seems mentally sick, and there is something unsettling about his personality that gives me the creeps. And the thing which makes him even more creepy is that he behaves so normally, like whatever he has done or is doing is something very normal, nothing out of the ordinary.No matter what, I don't feel an iota of sympathy for him... sick or
Gianna Suddenly, I realize that we are still in the enemy camp, and we aren't out of danger. Where the hell is everyone? They should have been here by now. I just hope the tracker is working fine. After I had searched about injectable microchips, I made Uncle arrange it for me and got the chip implanted in my wrist. Uncle must have alerted the club, so they should have been here by now. "Jarek." Leaning away, I look at him and search around, "Maverick, he is nowhere." He instantly frowns and looks around as if he has also just realized this. Before we can think about it much, the thundering footsteps reach our ears, and they get louder and louder. They must have been alerted that something was not right, or maybe Maverick informed them. Whatever it is, we have no option but to fight them. "Stay close to me all the time." He places a quick kiss on my forehead and helps me get on my feet. He steps away from me and lets his wolf overtake his body. As soon as he transitioned into
Gianna Using the wall as a support, Maverick stands up again, still holding on to the chains tightly. His wounds aren't healing, but still, they don't actually slow him down. Even though he is injured, he still attacks Jarek. Jarek's upper lips roll in inside his mouth as he snarls, bare his sharp canines as he dodges Maverick's attack. From the outside, this looks unmatched fight because Maverick is facing Jarek's powerful wolf, but it isn't. Because Maverick, surprisingly, is stronger than he looks and doesn't look like this is the first time he is fighting a wolf. I am too focused on the fight that I don't see when someone attacks me from the side. I am tackled on the ground, and air knocks out of my lungs. I break my fall when bringing my hands in front of me, yet, my face hits the ground. A sharp hiss leaves my mouth as my cheek splits open. But before I can turn around, I am with something sharp in my side. Tilting slightly, I see Stella holding a knife that is coated i
Gianna Just as the message said, a car was waiting for me outside the clubhouse before dawn. My body is still recovering from the birth, but my bond with Jarek has definitely sped up the healing. Nobody except Brooke and Monica knows about the birth because I want to keep their birth a secret. I know all my movements are going to be monitored, so I need to put up a convincing act that I am actually going to do as I am asked to do. I have already shared the next part of my plan with Uncle, and as if now he must have contacted Dad while I am traveling to wherever the hell I am being taken to. My eyes are blindfolded, and my hands are tied in my lap. Since not even twenty hours have passed, I still look pregnant, and even I have chosen to dress in a slightly fitted shirt that focuses on my stomach. If I can fool everyone at the club who has seen me all this long, then there is no way that bastard will be able to figure it out so soon. I just need to stay calm and play my cards sma
Gianna Tonight is a very important night. In a few hours, a lot is about to change. Even though I wish things were different, I am feeling excited as well as there is some hint of fear in me. The kind of fear which you feel when you are about to do something that you haven't done before... or the kind of fear which grips your heart moments before a free fall. Pouring myself a glass of water, I take a large sip as my hand grips the side of the counter tightly. The pain I have been going through has been immense since I returned home. Fortunately, earlier, it was kind of bearable, so I managed to drive back home. Uncle has informed me that he will be sending his men to the club for extra security in case we need a backup. Since hunters have been dealt so now, we have got enough arms and ammunition in our possession to wipe out any entire town. And all this fancy stuff will be delivered to the club once I have left so that we can utilize this to our advantage. I stand straighter wh
Gianna Burton stares at me, looking unphased, but I have read the hint of fear in his eyes. So, the heartless bastard isn't so brave now. Neither Burton nor his son Desmond thought that I would actually go through with my threat. But they didn't know I wasn't threatening them, but I was more like informing them. So, when Lorenzo goes to Desmond with a hunter's knife in his hand, that's the moment when fear flashes in their eyes. And looking around the group of hunters, it is safe to say that Burton and Desmond aren't the only ones who are experiencing this fear. They know after him, it might be their turn. "Go ahead, Lorenzo, we don't have time." I motion with my hand while I study the nails of my other hand. "You know I have to get back to the club as everyone is waiting for me." "You can't do this." Desmond glares at me, and then he looks at Lorenzo with disgust, "You don't deserve to be called a man... because you are following a bitch's order." He points his finger at Lore