Gianna I roll my eyes behind my closed eyelids while slowly gathering my senses. I haven't suffered from amnesia, so I fully remember what has happened. My leg is screwed, that's for sure. All I wish is that whatever damage is, it shouldn't be irreversible. I try to move the toes of my right leg, but all I feel is numbness. My fingers curl, and I feel the soft fur as purring vibrates through my fingers. My Charlie. Suddenly, I feel relaxed because I am home. The sound of shutting of door catches my attention, and I force myself to open my eyes. "I must have died and gone to heaven because the sight before me is nothing but heavenly." A smirk curls my lips as I shamelessly eye Jarek as he runs a small towel through his wet hair. A towel is wrapped around his waist as the droplets of water from his shower travel down from his muscular chest toward his perfectly sculpted abdomen. "If I had known this sight would greet me when I woke up, I would have knocked myself out
Jarek Gianna gives me a helpless look while patting Diana's back as she clings to Gianna and cry. Smirking at her, I simply shrug while showing no signs of saving her from my aunt's hug. She narrows her eyes at me, but secretly loving the attention she is getting from everyone as there is a hint of smile on her lips. Since everyone found out she is up, everyone is fussing over her. At took a while for Karen to stop crying and now Diana is having difficult time controlling her emotions. Sometimes I wonder who is going to win the crying competition if these both participate because they both cry a lot... Like really a lot. "Taylor, why are you standing at the corner? You can come and sit here, I don't bite." Gianna pats the space beside her and laughs. Taylor doesn't smile or moves from his place. His grave expression never leaves his face as he continues to stare at the floor. He is feeling guilty and responsible for what has happened with Gianna. He thinks he has failed me and h
Gianna The presence of someone inside the room makes me alert. I don't hear any sound but still I can feel someone's eyes on me which send chills down my spine. A weird sensation washes over me, something which is entirely opposite to how I feel when Jarek is around. The darkness in the room obscure most of the room, but I stay still and pretend to be asleep not to make the intruder aware that I am up. I clearly remember Jarek left the room nearly two hours ago when the clubhouse begin to echo with howls and cries because the wolves were becoming restless. He told me since the full moon is tomorrow tonight he needs to be with the new shifted wolves as they would need his help to control their wolves. I sense someone walking around the room and my breath catches in my throat when I feel someone just standing near my head. Discreetly, slipping my hand under my pillow my fingers curl around the cold metal suddenly giving me the confidence which I need. The handgun which dad gave t
Jarek Leaving Gianna was not something I wanted to do, but I had to be there with these wolves to help them transition into this new phase as their family have trusted me with this responsbility. Most importantly their wolves need to feel the presence of their Alpha, which will give them a sense of security of being surrounded by their pack. As soon as the sounds of howling become louder I knew the new wolves have started feeling the effects of the tomorrow's full moon. Every full moon night is difficult, but there are some particular nights which are far more challenging than the rest. And since the last two full moon nights were somewhat less challenging, this one is going to be the difficult one. This happens every time, it is like the nature warns us before testing us. We have witnessed many full moons and this time even we are having trouble controlling our wolves, then it must be hundred times worse for this kids who are still adjusting to their wolves. However, since we alr
Gianna The warm rays of sun feel nice on my skin, as I continue to read the book while sitting on the front porch. Dad brought me here, so I that I don't get bored sitting alone in the room. I can say now I can completely understand why he was going crazy when he was on the bedrest. For the first time since the preparation of the full moon, today I felt that the enivornment of the clubhouse is relaxed. Tonight is the full moon but still there is certain calmness and peacefulness which was missing since days. This is all because of Jarek. Even after everything that has happened in these past few days, he still managed to bring back the peace which this place was missing. The trust everyone has in him gives him the strength to never give up. But I will not lie that I am not missing the usual chaotic club life, which I am gradually becoming used to. The roar of bikes, the boisterous atmosphere when anyone returns from the road, the wild parties... I miss all those. I know as soon as
Gianna Am I worthy to be Luna? This question is haunting me. Because I have seen the way people looks up to Jarek. The kind of love, respect, and trust they have for him, is something which is a huge responsibilty. I already knew that being an Alpha or leader comes with great responsiblity, but now I have truly understood the seriousness of this position. It is not something that can taken lightly, and this is making me question myself. I am worried if I am unable to fulfill this duty then what will happen? I don't want to disappoint anyone, because I want to prove myself to be worthy of them. There is so much I am not aware about the his kind, and I am afraid that I might not be good enough for them. Even though this club have both human and werewolves as their members, still Jarek is the Alpha of the werewolves and I fear that I will not be able to understand their problems because I am a human. Ugh... I hate this feeling. I am not used to feel this way, because all my life
Jarek I have always heard the moment when you mark your mate is extremely special, but none of those words can do justice to the feelings which I am living in this moment. It feels like I have found the missing part of my heart... my soul which was wandering for so long has finally found the peace. The mark which I always dreamt of seeing on Gianna is finally adorning her neck, and I can't be any more happier. I knew that she is my mate, but now the world will also know that she is mine. My mark on her neck is the symbol that I am the one to whom she belongs. At clubhouse we share everything with each other, our happiness, our sorrows, our victories, and our defeats, but at some point we all need that someone with whom we can share our vulnerablities and our fears. Someone who will love us for who we are, and someone with whom we can be ourselves without the fear of judgements. Sometimes, it feels unreal because now that someone whom I wished for has a name and a face, Gianna.
Gianna A different kind of pride swells my heart, as my eyes shift to the mark on my neck. For others, it may seem like a simple bite mark, but for me it is special. This mark connects me and Jarek, and it is a sign that I am his. I feel so different. A good different. I can feel the dynamics between us has shifted, and the level of connection between us has become deeper and stronger. There is something else which I noticed since he marked me, the pain in my leg has lessened. I am sure this has something to with the Jarek's mark, because there is no other explanation how I am able to place my foot down without much discomfort. I hop outside the bathroom, only to be picked up by my stubborn mate. He carried me to the bathroom and insisted on standing outside the door so he can help me if I need his help. I put my put down and clearly told him I wouldn't use the toilet when he is standing next to the door. He gave me a small lecture about how there is nothing wrong with using th
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