Naya's POV “What? I tried to kill her?” My jaw tightens. How dare him try to say that about me?! He thinks he has the moral high ground?! He doesn't answer me, he stands up and starts to head up the stairs, even though he doesn't know anywhere else in the house. “Her bedroom?” He requests. I open the door of her bedroom and he slowly lowers her to the bed and kisses her forehead. Thankfully, she doesn't wake up. He steps out and locks the door after him. “You think I tried it kill Jordan?” I ask him with spite. “Do you know that she is the only reason that life is worth living for me? I lost everything!” “I know you tried to kill yourself and Jordan the night you gave birth to her. I don't know why you would do something stupid like that, but I'm glad that Jordan is alive.” Painful tears fills my eyes. He has never changed and even though I never let my guard down around him, his painful words still hurts me. “Damn, Erus, you are still the same after all these years.” I chuc
Erus' POV Naya was scared to her bones when I walked out of the house. I know that she is terrified because of how I speak to her, but I have to let her know that I am going to give it to her easily. Even though she raised my daughter all by herself for seven years, that doesn't justify the fact that she took my daughter from me for those years. I lived for seven years, mourning a daughter I never knew and a wife I barely got to love. Yes my mother and I gave her a hard time, but she stole seven years from my daughter's life. She should know that I will have my eyes on her from now on. If she makes any move to leave the city with my child, then she will force my hand to punish her for running in the first place. I will become a good father to Jordan, but I don't know what I am going to do with Naya. She is so… complicated. But it's hard to pretend. It's hard to pretend that she is not my mate anymore, it's hard to pretend that I have slept with a ton of women in seven years and
Erus' POV Suddenly, I am no longer too tired to get anything done. I get into the car and Brandon drives me away without security. He takes me to one of our abandoned bunkers, which is located in the outskirts of the city, and I meet two vans outside. My men are still inside there, I know it would take a lot of manpower to capture the rogue and keep him contained. “Brandon, you will remain in the car.” I instruct him as I unlock the door. “No, sir, I want to go with you. Maybe you might need me, I don't know.” Brandon insists. I turn to look at him. “Brandon, a rogue is very dangerous to werewolves, do you think you can survive them as a mere human?” Brandon runs his hands over the steering wheel. “Please, sir, don't make me stay in the car. I have my silver knife and I have been going to the gym for months now. I can take care of myself.” I sigh. If he insists, who am I to stop him from dying? We both walk into the bunker and we are met with darkness. Darkness so dense that
Naya's POV Erus is going to come again and I am feeling so nervous. Sometimes, I think I have made a mistake by asking him to come see Jordan, but maybe it's not a mistake. He would have found out anyway, it's just a matter of time, and would have forgiven me if he knew that I hid her from him for so long? I mean, he is angry now, but it would have been worse. I am making pancakes for Jordan. Before I have to take her to school, she is sipping her hot cocoa drink, and seems to have so many thoughts in her young wandering mind. “That man is my father?” She looks up at me. “Yes, sweetie, that's your father.” I smile. “Aren't you happy to finally meet him?” “Why hasn't he been living with us?” She blurts out. “All my friends' fathers live in the same house with them.” I heave and flip the pancakes. Where do I start from, my sweet Jordan? “Your dad has just been busy, that's why. But hey, he is here now and that's all that matters.” I take the pancakes and put them in front of
Naya's POV I walk into the hospital, still thinking about what Brandon said to me. Fortunately, I can't think long for it, because I have to jump right into work and start to treat my patients. Pat pushes a cart when she sights me stitching someone's hand up. “Hey, Naya,” she comes up to me. “I have been looking for you, where have you been?” “I'm sorry, I have just been too busy.” I smile at her. She leans forward and whispers to me. “Did you hear that the witch is back?” “The witch?” I frown. *Who is a witch around here?” “Matron Vanessa.” She says. “She is like the dictator of this place and she doesn't care who anyone else, we all have to lick her ass.” Nurse Vanessa?! Mary's friend? I was told about her already and I was looking forwards to meeting her. I didn't know that she was a taskmaster to everyone here. Now, I have to be weary of her. “Damn, I didn't know that's she's like that. Do you think that I should be worried?” “Your skills has travel
Erus' POV I try to pretend that I am not nervous to meet my daughter again, but that's not true. I bought her the biggest packet of chocolate, I bought her the biggest teddy bear I could find, and I also bought her stocks in three different companies. I hope she likes them. I have never been a father before, I hope I don't fuck this up. When I get to the house and knock on the door, Naya is already there. She gently runs her hand over her face as she looks at me without a single emotion in her eyes. “Hi.” She mumbles as she moves to the side, so that I can get into the house. “Where is she?” “Up in her room, do you want me to get her for you?” I say. “Sure.” I say. I walk around the living room, making sure to look at the few pictures that she hung up. One of her, one of Jordan, and one of her mother. I linger, staring at the picture of her mother longer. Such a nice woman, it's a shame that she died. “Daddy!” “Hello, my princess!” I pick her up and throw her into the air.
Naya's POV I have been walking on eggshells around Erus and I know why, even though I don't like the reason. He has been the only man I have ever been with, hell I haven't ever kissed another man before. He was my first everything and he also traumatized me, that means that all I have been doing is thinking about him, the same person that wanted to kill me and my daughter. I've been trying to build a wall between Erus and I, because even if I would like to deny it, I'm still attracted to the devil. He doesn't like me, he is my biggest bully, and all I want to do is fuck him. Isn't something wrong with me? Forget the mate bond, this has got to be some kind of Stockholm syndrome. His lips are crashing against mine, and even though I want to push him away, I find myself holding on to him. I want him, just want as much as he wants me. “Tell me,” he breathes through our heavy kissing session, “tell me if another man has touched you before, so that I can have him killed for touching
Erus' POV I walk out of the house and that's one of the hardest things that I have ever made myself do. My dick is so hard that it aches and I can't help but be mad at myself for this. I should have stayed back, I shouldn't have tormented her the way I did. She has a massive ego, both of us do, and I guess mine is bigger, because I wanted to punish her. She keeps calling me a bully, and I wanted to prove to her that I indeed was one. I walk into my car and shut the door after me. “Fuck!” I hit the steering wheel. She has no idea what she is doing to me. She has no idea that I want to loop all of time into an hour and just fuck her over and over again. Why am I still obsessed with Naya? I could have hundreds of women, but I can't bring myself to forget about her. For seven years, I have been obsessed with her. Imagine the sheer strength it took to walk away from her, knowing that I wanted to do at that moment was to fuck her. It's raining, I'm sitting in my car and looking a
Erus' POV “Really?” Naya asks. “I can just toss it out.” “Yeah, daddy. It's going to taste so terrible.” Jordan says with laughter. I can't believe that she is teasing her mother right in front of me. I ruffle her hair and walk over to her mother's side. “Let's be nice, Jordan. Try your mother's cake.” Naya cut some pieces for us, and I put it in my mouth. Jordan does the same, and her eyes are waiting for my reaction. Naya is holding her breath, she knows that she is going to be torn apart by us. “Wow, very tasty.” I mulch. Jordan nods too. “I like cake.” Naya looks at both of us, as if she knows that we are not telling the truth. “Come on, you guys don't have to lie to my face.” “It's good,Naya.” I said to her, Since she doesn't want to believe me, I cut an even bigger piece and stuff it into my mouth. Jordan grins with amusement, I guess that's the stillest thing she has ever seen me do. “I'm going to take some cake to lily,” Jordan grabs another piece of cake and rus
Naya's POV Erus just texted me, and never has my heart jumped so much with excitement. It's been weeks since we last saw him, and I hate to admit it, but I kind of miss him. Don't get it twisted, he is still a thorn in my flesh, but I miss him. Jordan misses him too. When I inform her that her dad is going to be here in a few hours, she stands up and twirls around in joy. “My daddy is back! My daddy is back!” I can't help but chuckle. “Yeah, so I guess you should put your toys away.” She immediately becomes obedient and starts to put them away. “Good girl. When you are done, I'll bathe you and then put you in a nice dress.” I stand up myself and head back to my bedroom. I look a mess, I have been in sweatpants for days now, and I haven't looked into the mirror. I blink at my reflection, and I almost flinch at the uneven bits of hair sticking here and there. I should have had there haircut a few days ago. I slip into the kitchen and start to take out stuff from the cupboard
Erus' POV I read through the proposal that Devon left on my table for a long while, and as I slip through the pages, I find out that his proposal is actually brilliant. This would actually put a whole lot of money in my pocket! I angrily pick up the telephone and punch Brandon's number in there. Today is supposed to be his day off, he doesn't even know that I'm back from my trip yet….He yawns when he picks up the phone. “... Erus Bloodton's office…” “Why didn't you tell me that Devon's proposal was this fucking great?” I slam it against the table. “Alpha? Is that you?” He asks, his voice has suddenly gotten clearer. “Don't tell me that you are drunk.” I sigh. “Why am I just seeing this proposal, Brandon? You are supposed to be bright and let me know when something this great is laying around!” Brandon drags a sigh. “Sir, I have kept that on top of all the work on your desk for like four weeks straight!” “Yeah, whatever.” I huff. “If something like this happens again and I
Naya's POV I should have turned around and ran, but my stupid legs won't move. I just hold on to my shopping basket as I stare at her. I still remember that night at the hospital that triggered my prolonged absence, and I still remember that she was one of the causes of it. Pam comes over to me, and puts her hands around me in a hug. I want to pull away, but I don't. Her hands feel so cold to me, so does her hug. “Girl, where the hell have you been?” She gently rocks my shoulders. Her wife stands beside her, her curious blue eyes flickering at me. “Is this she?” She points and whispers. “The Alpha's wife?” “Yes, yes, this is Naya Woods.” Pam nods. “Naya, this is my wife, Camilla.” I manage to smile at Camilla and shake her hand. “It's nice to meet you, Camilla.” Camilla smiles back, then Pam whispers something to her before she goes away. “I have been trying so hard to get in contact with you. We have all been worried about you. We thought you fled Bloodton again, or someth
Naya's POV Dropping Jordan off to school is an extreme sport. She is happy and bubbling, she doesn't know how shitty our lives are right now, and she doesn't know about the scary rogues that are crawling around the city. But it's okay, she deserves to be a happy girl. “Mum, can we get a happy meal after school?” She asks, looking out the window. “Of course, my love. As much as you want.” I smile at her. “And Daddy, can he come with us too?” She asks, playing with a strand of her hair. My breath stiffens, but I manage to keep my smile in place. “I don't think your Dad is available, cupcake, but I will give him a call.” I assure her. He has been away for some days now. He has pulled back on the phone calls too, so I'm not surprised that she is asking. I don't want to call him. If Erus isn't in my business, I take that as a breath of fresh air and stay away from his. After walking Jordan to the door, and her teacher flashes me a smile before taking her down the hall. I am abo
Naya's POV “ I know that you have gloated and relished in the fact that my son chose you over me, and kicked me out of the house that I've lived in for decades, but I need you to give your word that you won't say a thing about me being here.” My throat feels dry. To even think that Luna Bloodton would ever ask me to do something for her. “Yes, Luna, you have my word. I won't tell him about this, I swear.” She nods and turns to her guards, nodding at them too, they step out of the house. Sherry can't stand Luna Bloodton, because she knows everything the woman did to me when I was a young bride to her son. She gently squeezes her hands as she turns to me. “I will be going up the stairs.” “Thanks, Sherry.” I briefly hold her hand. As soon as she is gone, I turn back to Luna Bloodton. It's ironic that I have turned into a host in a house that she has lived in longer than me. “Would you like some wine, Luna?” I offer as I walk her to the living room. “I'm not as young as I was y
Erus' POV “You had had to ruin the fun, Gwen.” I wipe my knife and put it away. She annoys me more than anything right now. Did she know how long it took to get that rogue? We weren't even able to get one good answer out of it! She heaves as she drops the gun to the ground “I'm sorry, okay? He was looking at me weirdly and it freaked me out.” “Yeah, of course it did.” I huff. “Now, it's your mess to clean up.” I give Brandon a glance, and I head to the door. “This meeting has come to an end.” I murmur. “But sir, we haven't spoken on how to deal with this problem. What if the rogues appears and start to kill people again? What are we supposed to do?” “Double your security measures, and call me as soon as you see a rogue.” I order. Brandon and I leave the room and head to the elevator. Brandon is sighing over and over again, I have to turn to look at him. “Are you dying or something?” I ask him. He is now sweaty and white like a ghost. “I hope not, sir,” he pulls at his coll
Erus' POV There, she said it. I have always known that she couldn't stand Naya, even when she tried to deny it. I shut my eyes and drop my face into my hands. Brandon immediately stands up and tries to curb this crisis. “Miss Bloodton, I don't think that you are using the right words.” He laughs nervously, raising his finger in protest. "It's true that Naya was attacked, but she is not working with the rogues, that's absurd." She twists her neck around with a look of absolute disgust on her face. “Are you speaking to me, little boy? Do you think because you are my brother's personal servant that you should suddenly be able to speak to me?” Brandon immediately bites down his lips, swallowing the rest of his words as he backs away. I didn't say a single word, so he sits back down behind me. “Miss Gwen, are you saying that the Alpha's wife is part of the enemy?” one of them asks. “Exactly.” Gwen affirms. “She might look like she is very innocent, but she is the answer to conque
Erus' POV She says goodnight and the door clicks as she goes back into the house. If I was told that I would ever be driving late at night to give my daughter her favorite toy, I would have called it bluff. I inhale the cold air as I turn around and start to walk back to my car. My phone vibrates in my pocket. It's a text message from Brandon, reminding me about the meeting I am supposed to be in right now. I put the car in motion and drive away from the house…It takes me almost twenty minutes to get back to the office, where Brandon is waiting for me outside, he is shivering from all the cold. “Sir, I'm sorry for blowing up your phone like that.” He rubs his hands together. “They are all waiting inside.” We walk into the building, through the turns and elevator, and then he opens the door of the conference room. There are over twenty men sitting in the room right now, they all stand up and bow as soon as they see me. “Gentlemen, you may take your seats.” I sit by myself.