Gianna Looking around Jarek's room, I find some of my unpacked stuff lying in the corner, which is yet to be unpacked. But thankfully, I have already hung my nice dresses in the space he made for me in the closet. Jarek has asked me to move into his room because, being his mate now, this is my room as well. And he hates thinking about me being in a separate room when I should be sharing my room with him. Since he is already so much for my sake, so for him I agree to move into his room. But I have told him that I am not giving up my previous room because I need my separate space as well. My eyes scan the dresses hanging in the closet and zero on one of my favorite dresses. I take out my sequin mini dress and look at it longingly. I was planning to wear this dress tonight, but now I will not. Keeping my dress in the back of the closet, I let out a dejected sigh. I was so looking forward to going out tonight, but whatever is going on with hunters threat and all, I don't want to str
Jarek Curling my hands into fists, I try to control the anger which is brewing inside me. My mate asked something from me for the first time, and I wasn't able to give her what was rightfully hers. Gianna accepting me as her mate and bearing my mark on her neck is a sign of honor for me. But I disappointed her. I haven't heard about anyone stopping in mid-marking, and I don't know how this would affect Gianna as she is human. We have to complete the marking because it has been initiated. Gianna would already have recovered from the marking if we weren't interrupted. Her gaze held so much hurt that it tore me from inside, I wanted to go after her, but something in her expression said that she didn't want me. The way she moved away from me, avoiding my touch, felt like someone had poured acid on my heart. She almost looks repulsed. An angry growl ripples through my lips, and I punch the wall. My fist leaves a gaping hole in the wall as my knuckles bust with the impact. Blind
Gianna A feeling of deja vu encompasses me as I stare at the grey walls of this hospital's waiting room. Even though only a few months have gone by, it seems like ages had passed since I was sitting in a similar hospital's waiting room when mom was fighting for her life. And now it is my dad. My dad, whom I have just found, and now it feels like I am about to lose him. Closing my eyes, I trap my tears inside my eyes while releasing a slow breath. One moment I had everything, and now it feels like everything is slipping out of my hand. Dropping my face in my hands, I take a ragged breath trying to control the sobs which are threatening to escape from me. I have never felt so alone in my life until this moment. The waiting room is full of club members, and they have been trying to show me their support in their own way. Some came and told me how tough my dad is, and a small bullet can't kill him, while others bet that by the end of this week, dad will put that bastard six fee
Jarek Eric's surgery has been finished, and doctors have managed to stop the internal bleeding. However, he is still not out of danger. No one is allowed to meet him yet because doctors have kept him under strict observation. After all, tonight is really critical for him. If everything goes well, then doctors are hopeful that he will not have any problem with the recovery. We wanted to take him back to the clubhouse's infirmary, but we weren't allowed to due to Eric's critical condition. These humans don't understand that we can care for him better than them. Moreover, Eric is one of those few humans who bear the blood mark, which means his healing ability is much more strong and fast than the rest of the humans. Eric joined the club when my grandfather was the Alpha, and at that, he used to give these marks to his most loyal members, whom he considered a family. This mark is sort of a tattoo of a tiny teardrop, and instead of ink, Alpha's blood is used. My grandfather said th
Gianna I can feel the sound of a strong and steady heartbeat against my ear while I feel myself being cocooned in comforting heat. I start to become more alert with every passing moment. I want to open my eyes. However, my body feels too exhausted to respond to my command. There isn't a doubt to whom this heartbeat belongs because my heart beats with his. It is my Jarek. I feel myself relaxing evermore because of his comforting presence. However, I remember something, and that thought seems like someone has thrown cold water on my face. How can I feel relaxed when my dad's life is in danger? Fighting my drowsiness away, I force myself to open my eyes while the feeling of panic and dread washes over me. My gaze met with Jarek's as soon as I opened my eyes. I watch relief settling in his eyes as he looks at my face. "Dad?" I whisper, wanting to find out about dad's condition. I don't know what I would do if anything happened to him. "He's fine." Jarek answers with a small smil
Jarek"You are not supposed to be out of your bed!" I cringe and look around to find a wave of fear washing over my brothers' faces when they see Gianna marching down towards our table with a furious look. I can feel her agitation from our bond and the hint of fear with which she has been living since Eric was shot. I want to assure her nothing like this could happen again, but I can't because our lives are full of danger, and I don't want her to live in false security."I am not staying on that bed for a single moment more!" Eric slams his fist on the table while he glares at her, "Dammit, I got shot. I am not a cripple!""You got shot, and that's why you need to rest and let your body heal." She slams the table with the same ferocity, "And why the hell you haven't taken these medicines?" She rattles the medicine bottle in front of his face."Young lady, don't use that tone on me." Eric raises his eyebrows and admonishes her."Don't you dare, young lady me!" She looks at him challen
Gianna I have never imagined myself being a part of such a lifestyle where danger would constantly be hovering above our heads. But here I am finding out that some crazy ass mafia family is after my dad, while hunters are trying to kill Jarek's kind and our club is on the top of their target. Surprisingly, instead of being worried, I am calm. My mind is already working on trying to come up with a plan to eliminate the threats that are in front of us. My mom always taught me to stay calm in demanding situations and focus on what is important rather than panicking when I find myself in a difficult situation. Earlier, I was completely in the dark and didn't understand the severity of the situation, so it was natural for me to worry because I didn't know what to expect. But now I know what we are dealing with, so my thoughts are collected, and I am ready to face what may come. But first, I need to talk to Jarek and assure him everything is fine between us. He will not say, but I can
JarekDiscarding my shirt, I pick up the ax and start chopping logs into small pieces. My arms muscles strain with each strike while my wolf restlessness turns into agitation. The clubhouse has slowly started to fill with unmated wolves who have difficulty controlling themselves during the full moon. We have isolation cells, and these wolves prefer being locked away than giving into their animalistic urges. Usually, I don't get this restless with their presence, but this time it is different. I have found Gianna, and all these wolves are just a challenge to my wolf because we haven't marked Gianna. Anyone can try to approach her as she doesn't have our mark, and no one would know that she is mine. Even though I am giving her space and a choice, I pray that she have mercy on me and accept this bond and me once again. The more I think about someone thinking about her in a way that should be prohibited, the more my anger rises. The thought of someone seeing her in a way that only bel
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