Jarek Nearly three days have passed since we have been in the wild. During these days, I have helped the new wolves to ease into being in their wolf forms. While in the day, I have been busy with my wolves, but when the night falls, my mind is filled with the thoughts of my mate. Through our bond, I can sense her longing for me, which makes me slightly happy because it means that even she is missing me. Just a few hours more than I will be back with Gianna. Tonight is the last night we are staying here, and tomorrow morning we will head to our homes. Most of the wolves have already shifted back into their human forms, which means their wolves were now ready to give control back to their human sides. The harmony between our both sides is really important because it makes transitions easier for us. Daniel has already left for home with our human members because it would have taken them longer than us to get back home if they hadn't left today. Since I was not tired or sleepy, I
GiannaI wiggle my toes, feeling relieved that I got rid of that heavy cast. However, I still have to wrap my leg in a crepe bandage to provide extra support to my leg for a few more days. I think I can live with that. I am still slightly limping, as when I put the entire weight of my body causes slight discomfort in my leg. But other than that, I am perfectly fine.I have been feeling oddly happy since the moment I woke up today. And my happiness reached another level when I found out that Jarek might be returning today.I have missed him so much. These days without him ever the longest days of my life. Everyone was around me, but his absence was eating me from the inside.I need him as much as I need to breathe. Geez, I sound so pathetic.Changing into a spaghetti strap sundress, I brush the tangles out of my hair. While I smile, looking at my mark in the mirror.Since Jarek left, I have been wearing the kind of clothes that give a clear view of my mark to the world. I proudly dis
Jarek "Ahhh, I missed this." Gianna sits in my lap and places her arms on my shoulders, and sighs, "But then I missed this, too." She steals a peck and brushes her nose against mine. "What's bothering you?" Holding my face in her soft hands, her affectionate gaze roams over my face, "You can tell me anything, Jarek. You know that, right?" I was in a pretty bad mood, but just one glimpse of Gianna and I felt like everything was okay. I am still annoyed with Stella, and I can see even Gianna has felt the shift in my mood. I want to tell her everything, but not now. Now I just want to be with her and not think about anything else. I will tell her tomorrow because I don't want to hide anything from her. Also, I need to think with a calm mind, in case I might have overreacted because I felt like her actions could be a threat to my and Gianna's relationship. Even though I haven't done anything wrong, I feel guilty because I couldn't create a boundary that I should have created long ag
Gianna Last night was peaceful. We slept tangled in each other's arms and stole kisses whenever we could. The topic of Stella was never brought up again, and I am grateful for her sake because when I found out what she did, I was seconds away from ripping all her hair out. In a way, she was harassing Jarek. I don't want to say this word because it would have been a shock for him, as he is still blinded by her innocent facade. But to me, it was clearly harassment. I can't blame him for not seeing her true intention because he believes her and never doubts her. Moreover, she had never acted like this before, as she was keeping up with her act of a good friend while hoping one day she would win over Jarek. Then all her planning was thrown out of the window when I came here, and Jarek found out that I am his mate... his destined mate. Now she is doing whatever she feels is right to get him back. But what actually irks her is that he loves me immensely. So even if no mate bond wa
Jarek The moment she gave me permission to mark her, I decided even my body would carry her mark as a symbol of my love and reverence for her. Some people think marking your mate is just like putting your claim on a person like they are an object. But this is far from the truth. These marks are our promise of love and loyalty to our mates. We claim to love and protect our mates until the last breath of our lives; it is our devotion towards our mates. We werewolves are possessive in nature. We never shy away from owning who is ours and what is ours. Our territorial nature wants everyone to know who our mate is so that no one dares to cross any line and try to take them from us because they belong to us. Not every one of us will openly admit it, but even we enjoy the feeling of being owned because it means that someone loves and values us just like we devote ourselves to them. It is a sense of pride for us that someone is honoring our feelings by wearing our mark on them. Eve
Gianna Even though Jarek has been keeping his emotions locked from me, I can feel his excitement. He has planned something for which he is being secretive. Patience is not my virtue, but I can be patient for Jarek. Jarek stayed with me for hardly an hour and looked distracted the entire time like his mind was elsewhere. While I can tell that, for some reason, he was anxious because of the way he was continuously bouncing his knees. To be honest, I found his behavior pretty amusing because not every day can you see a confident Jarek looking nervous and anxious. I even teased him by asking him if he needed to use the toilet because the way he bounced his knees seemed like he was trying to hold on to his pee. This earned me a stern glare from him while I laughed my heart out at his annoyed expression. Since I don't have much to do, I decide to take a long hot shower and indulge myself in some self-care. After my shower, I wrap a big fluffy towel around myself as I turn around to
Gianna There is a small shed in the back of the club, where Jarek took me, as he just wanted to be away from everyone for a while. He told me this is where he comes when he needs a few minutes to himself. He told me he and his father used to hang out here and work on old bikes and muscle cars. He told me he had preserved this place the way it used to be when his dad was alive because he didn't want to taint their memories This was their spot. "Will you tell me what happened between you and dad?" Carefully cleaning his eyebrow cut, I hopefully ask. Although I know he will tell me anything, there is still no harm in trying. This is the thing that really irritates me. Whether it is Jarek or dad, they never tell me anything, especially when it is related to the club. All I get to hear is that this is the club's matter and I should stay out of this. I find this weird we all ladies are part of the club, yet we are asked to stay out of the club's business. This is not because they t
Gianna His entire body stiffens, and he looks at me in disbelief as if he was bracing himself for some other answer. Is he stupid? Wasn't it evident that I wanted him, and there was no way I could have said no to him? Throwing myself on him, I wrap my arms around him as he falls backward on his back. "I will marry you, you fucking idiot!" I yell in his ear with a laugh. As if this forced him out of shock and I feel his arms go around me. His steel grip around me nearly suffocates me as he takes a staggering breath to control his emotions. Lifting my head from his chest, I see his eyes redden while he bites his lip, trying to keep his tears at bay. Sitting up, he pulls me into his lap and places his lips on mine. He takes another staggering breath against my mine before kissing me. This kiss feels so different... His lips slowly glide across mine, and I feel he is expressing his love to me with every stroke. The kiss is slow and unrushed as passion dances on our lips. The w
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