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As and as the evening approached, I could feel how impatient Apollo was getting. He would glance outside and then pace the room. He had gone to his study where he said that he would spend a few hours to be distracted, but he came out only minutes later. Some of his anxiety rubbed on me. No, a lot of it rubbed on me, adding to my own. Towards the evening, he presented me with a two-string diamond necklace. “Oh, my God!” I said, astonished at the beauty of it. “That’s a lot.” The diamonds shimmered on my skin. He clasped it behind me as he watched my reflection in the mirror in front of which we were standing. “Nothing is too much, when it comes to you.” He pressed a kiss on my shoulder. Then he dropped to his knees and made me wear matching diamond anklets. “Apollo, this is a lot for me!” I rasped. “No, love. I want to see you like this. Always.” As if that wasn’t enough, he produced a gold chain from his pocket. “What is this?” I asked, bewildered. His lips curled up as h
“Natasha, I love you from the moon to the back,” he whispered as he thrust his shaft inside her languidly and stared at the two red marks on my skin. He licked the marks with his saliva. I knew his saliva had properties that would heal my mark quickly. “Hmm…” I wanted to say the same, but the feeling of his length inside me under the moon rays was surreal. Something between us snapped and bonded so tightly that it was as if our spirits had coiled around each other and bonded. Apollo didn’t stop. He started to move again. He yanked my head back after threading his fingers in my hair. As he pounded in me, he stared into my heavy-lidded eyes. I wanted to keep seeing him with that expression but soon, his mouth was on mine and we were both lost. We were both tangles of legs and arms. There was no sense of rhythm because both of us were frenzied. He thrust himself inside me, swelling more and stretching me further. Pressure coiled until it snapped out in my belly, rocking me till I cried
Apollo POV I loved when she ate, drank and played with me. This vacation on my island did wonders to her. One side of Natasha surprised me immensely and that was her sense of humor. She had me laughing everyday with her antics or with her innocent words. We made love everywhere—in the palm forest, on the beach, in clearings, every surface of the house and yesterday we ended up making love in my boat. What can I say? Making love fulfilled me in ways I had never imagined. She completed me. I think I was getting crazily entwined around her, around her little finger and I do believe that I could do anything for her. Even if she took advantage of me, I would readily let her. But Natasha was so naïve that she wouldn’t know how to do that. Instead, I had to protect her and not let others take advantage of my mate. The boat was docked on the island and it was bobbing gently over waters. Natasha and I were lying on the beach when she suddenly got up and dove in the waters. The temptress woul
Ivan Volkov POV Three Alphas were responsible for my arrest. I remembered their names every minute of the day. They were responsible for tearing my family apart, for keeping my mate away from my little precious child, my Natasha. I was going to take revenge in the sweetest form. But for that I had to keep my patience. I had to stay cold and I had to keep my temper down. The authorities had taken me because of the betrayal of one of them. I don’t know which one it was, but I would find out and I would give him the worst death out of the three. My Natasha was only four when they imprisoned me. Dahlia did everything in her power to get me out, but how could she? She was a rogue, just like me now that she had married me. She left her family and friends and chose me over them. How could I ever forget that? She gave birth to my most beautiful, cherished treasure—my little girl. But I was torn away from her so early. I couldn’t even see how she grew. Every day in the jail, I would write t
Natasha POVWe came back to the Black Moon pack after two days because Apollo wasn’t ready to leave. Honestly, I didn’t want to come back either. I had such a wonderful time for the first time in my life. Apollo completed me. Though he said that I completed him, I knew that it was the other way round. He took me straight to his hunting lodge that he said he was renovating. The renovations were still undergoing. An architect was waiting for us over there to take us on a tour. A man with silver hair on his temple, he was very renowned according to Apollo. Gregory bowed to Apollo with a smile and then looked at me nervously. I was wearing a strappy blouse and jeans in order to flaunt my marks and Apollo approved it. I was amazed at the lodge’s opulence. Nestled between oaks and aspens, it was built on a hill that was in the north of the pack. It had five palatially enormous, breezy, elegant, beautifully designed rooms. My jaw dropped. No expense had been spared by Apollo and it reminde
Aunt Paula and Uncle Bennett came rushing back by evening like tornadoes. Apollo hadn’t returned. They had a thousand questions on their lips and looked so pale that my heart went out for them. They just couldn’t believe that I had taken such a drastic step and that Apollo was my mate. We were sitting in the living room with aunt Paula beside me on a sofa and Uncle Bennet opposite us. There was a sense of urgency on their faces and a worry I couldn’t quite understand. Shouldn’t they be happy that I found my mate? “When did you come to know that he was your mate?” asked aunty. She was holding my hand, no, squeezing it as her eyes drifted to the marks on my neck. A shudder passed through her at the sight. I took a deep breath. “Apollo knew it from the day we met, but I came to know about it just ten days back…” I lowered my head. The guilt still weighed me that I could never understand his passion for me. “He didn’t want to tell me, but—” I looked away as I dragged my teeth over my
I stared from Uncle to Aunt to Apollo and then back to Uncle. There was a palpable tense calm in the room, as if just before a storm. “You knew that he was alive and still you kept me hidden from him?” Bile rose in my throat and my vision became blurry. “Just because you didn’t want me to be known as a rogue’s daughter?” I didn’t know whether to be grateful to my aunt and uncle or hate them. I looked at Apollo for long seconds, but he stayed quiet. “You don’t know how they treat the rogues, Natasha,” my uncle said. “They are like an outcast in every werewolf society. They are not respected, they are—” I knew it, but to hear it from them was as if they were throwing sharp daggers in my heart. “I don’t want to know about it!” I snapped and then got up to rush back to my room. Tears rolled out of my eyes. My father was alive and they kept me hidden from him. In order to keep me protected from the vices of society, they kept me away from one person who was closest to me. They told me th
Apollo rubbed his cock over my core and another moan escaped my lips. He grabbed my hips and guided me slowly down his length. He sank into me to the hilt. “Ah!” I cried when he stretched me completely, his cock swelling inside further. I rolled my hips against him and his chest rumbled with a rough growl. He guided me slowly up and down, up and down. He broke away the kiss and dropped his lips to my neck, to my pulse point. I knew that his fangs were lengthening again. His wolf wanted to mark me in so many different ways that the idea of it made me shudder. And I also knew that his human form was trying his best to control his beast for the fear that it would hurt me. He sucked the skin of my neck, nibbled it until it was raw and then licked it as he continued to slide me up and down his length. I felt like I was bouncing in the ocean as I slid up and down his length. He held me close and tight against his chest and allowed me to build my pace. I would roll my hips once every mome
It had been a month since Apollo had become the Alpha of the pack. He was extremely busy with the pack activities. Taking over was a massive task. With Artemis as his Beta, they had so many things to look into that a day seemed to stretch for twenty-eight hours. And in that time, I saw Apollo only during nights when he would come back home, exhausted and grumpy. He would not let me and Lucas go out of sight until he slept. I could understand the pressure he was having. The positions of The Head Tracker, Head Enforcer of arms were still vacant and he had to fill them soon. Kirill had informed me that Ivan died that night when the attack took place. It was said that he was in his room while the whole carnage took place on the outside, watching his mate, Dahlia. When they forced open his room, he shot himself in the head, his last words being, “I love you, Dahlia.” I mourned my father’s death even though he had been a monster to me. As the days passed, I realized that he was missing m
When we reached the Black Moon pack, it was past midnight. Luna Mira had come to the airport. I could sense that she wasn’t alone. The whole pack was with her. I could hear wolves howling in the background. The news that Alpha Jacob had died came faster than us. I clutched Lucas in my arms as Apollo curled his arm around my shoulders and took us out. I came to stand in front of Luna Mira and even though I had coined the words of apology a hundred times in the airplane, I simply couldn’t utter a word in front of her. My throat was choked with emotions, as guilt weighed me down. Because of me, she had lost a lot. She was on the verge of losing her son, but Alpha Jacob went and got him back. And now Alpha Jacob went to recover me. His sacrifice was greatest. He was an alpha wolf who protected his family till he breathed his last. I guess the day I came into the Vries family, the day I was wedded to Apollo, he had accepted me as a part of the Black Moon pack in his own way. Luna Mira s
“Olga?” My whole body jolted in shock and I sat upright. “What the hell? Are you sure? How can that be? God, I had so many questions!” “Shocking,” he replied and to my frustration, Apollo just smiled. He crossed his arms beneath his head and settled on the pillow cozily. “You always have questions.” Shooting him a glare he was used to, I said, “How did Kirill take it?” “Obviously, he took it badly. But I was ready. Nash gave me video evidence of how Olga came to him to give Ivan’s names to the authorities. At that time, he was already with my father and going against Ivan. Olga became furious but she never asked Nash to not go against Ivan. In fact, she gave him some of his secrets and what would be the best way to take him down.” If the revelation that Olga betrayed my father had shocked me, all this information punched the air out of me. “Olga was always my nanny. She loved my parents and she was very protective about me. I never saw her leaving me, except when she went for he
I saw two wolves—a giant black one and a massive gray one, heading in our direction. They were both heading in our direction with ferocious snarls. Snow had started drifting around us and I knew that we had to find a cover before the cold affected my son. Kirill yanked me in the shadows of the naked pines as those wolves slowly came towards us, snarling menacingly. They stopped about thirty feet away and I picked up the familiar scent. “Apollo? Artemis?” “That’s them! Come on.” Stunned, I couldn’t even breathe as Kirill tried to drag me to them. As soon as Apollo saw us, he dashed through the snow to us, yapping and nipping and swishing his tail. I sank on my knees, not able to bear the shock of seeing my mate after such a long time. Apollo licked me and then his son who giggled. My eyes flooded with tears and my mouth was like a cotton ball on a cactus. I had been riddled with so many dreams of this meeting that it looked surreal to me. I threaded my fingers in his fur and brou
Natasha POV A rough calloused hand over my mouth woke me up in the middle of the night. Panicked, a scream surged through me which was smothered into the palm. A face leaned over me with wide eyes. He placed his finger over his lips. “Shhh!” Throat dry as a desert, I blinked my gummy eyes to see who was it through the darkness. Kirill was hovering over me. “If you promise to stay quiet, I will pull my hand away.” I nodded as I stared into his hazel eyes. “Kirill?” I gulped my panic down with some saliva to wet my dry throat. “What is going on? What are you doing here?” “We are under attack from rival rogues.” There was commotion on the outside. Red and blue lights flashed through the gaps of the curtains. My heart leapt out as I jerked to a sitting position. I whipped my head to Lucas who was still sleeping soundly in his cradle. Kirill raked his fingers through his hair looking perturbed. “We thought it was a plain police attack, but these are hardcore rogues. They are t
Apollo POVTwo months. It had been two months since Natasha had left with Lucas. I had become like a shell. I had stopped eating and looked so gaunt that my mother winced when she glanced at me. I knew that she would cry in silence seeing my condition. No mate should be treated like this. We had had numerous arguments over how much she had warned me against Natasha and that I should have rejected her. Every fucking time I would stomp out of the house and find myself in the bar where I had met Natasha for the first time. I would drink until I could no longer think and then had to be brought home. Each time it would be Artemis who would bring me home. He would mumble curses under his breath and I would chuckle and tell him never to leave his mate. I had stopped going to the office, stopped meeting people and had withdrawn into a cocoon. My father had not moved an inch when Natasha called for help because he had to protect his people. And Natasha? My little mate? She sacrificed herself
October November December was the most cruel in Russia. Ever since father had brought us back to Vyaska, our hometown in the north of Russia, he had been extra vigilant. All his energy was usually spent in taking measures that I was highly protected. He had started giving orders from home and barely stepped out even for grand political functions that he was invited to in the human world. My cell phone was snatched and smashed. The two months without Apollo seemed like eternity. I wondered if he was finding me. I didn’t feel like eating, having lost all my appetite. The only thing that kept me going was Lucas. I ate because I had to feed Lucas. I breathed because I didn’t want to leave Lucas in the hands of Olga. I stayed alert because I wanted to escape. I needed only one chance and I would leave, even if that meant running across the wilderness of snow-clad Russia. Ember wanted an out and she was aching to come out after my first shift. She was getting antsy inside me. Once I h
“Natasha!” I heard my father’s astonishment in his voice. “You have shifted!” When I looked down at myself, all I saw was brown fur that covered my hands. My gums were aching for they had protruded painfully long. And I heard a dangerous snarl, which belonged to me. For the first time I had shifted into my wolf and I couldn’t believe that she chose to come out now. ‘I am Ember,’ she growled. I was so much in awe of her that I let her take full control. The transformation was liberating and it felt so good. So, this was how every werewolf felt when their wolf came out. Now that I had my wolf, I understood the hollow, the void I suffered for so long. My wolf completed me. And right now, she was snarling because people had attacked our mate. ‘I will kill all of them,’ Ember hissed. I padded with my chin dipped and a low snarl. The four men in the room stopped beating Apollo. He was almost unconscious. “Natasha, you have to stop!” Ivan’s voice fell on my ears. “This is not what you w
I took a shaky breath in when my father repeated, “I had lost all hope to see my heir ever again, but now my hopes are renewed.” “Father…” I said, my voice breathy. “I am married… and I belong to Apollo and his pack.” I gazed in his eyes to see some kind of reaction, but all I saw was coldness on his face. I pursed my lips and looked away. I had to make him understand that I could never come back to him. He sipped his vodka as tense silence settled between us. When he didn’t speak, I continued, “I can't come back with you to Russia. This is the place I belong to.” From the corner of my eyes, I saw a dark figure moving behind the glass very quickly, as if hiding for being caught. I drifted my gaze back to my father avoiding it. My father swirled vodka in his tumbler as he became silent as if contemplating his next move. At this point of time, I realized that I had to be very careful. There was a darkness that spilled out of him and darkened his expression. He leaned back on the sofa