Ariana’s POVLosing one’s mate to death was considered one of the greatest sufferings for werewolves. Most werewolves preferred to die alongside their mates, just so they could be spared from such suffering.Werewolves who managed to survive such an ordeal went insolvably mad or became a recluse till their deaths. However, I found Bach to be extremely strong.Losing his parents and then his mate at the same time on the day of his transformation was something that couldn’t be wished on your worst enemy.In a way he was stronger than I was. I had pursued the path of vengeance and revenge while he chose to fulfil his mate’s dying wish, regardless of the consequences.The only flaw was that he ended up being used in a sadistic game of power hoarding and world domination.It was a stupid thing he did, regardless of the reason why. He was manipulated into making such a deal, but it was still a foolish thing to do.Believing that reading minds would help in acquiring friends wasn’t the best
Ariana’s POVDamon was always in the library.In a sense it was as though he’d built a world inside that building that belonged solely to him. He would come as early as he could in the morning, and made sure he was the last to leave.And when he was in there, he was arranging books, strictly too, not paying attention to anything besides that.When I asked the reason, he simply said students didn’t prioritize the essence of books and would disarrange it, leaving it up to him to put it all back together, ‘preserving’ it.It fascinated me in a sense because I surprisingly had no idea about his interests.I thought he hid things about himself from me, selectively keeping things about him away from my grasp to heighten his elusive nature.And I was dying to know, I wanted to know everything about him, but I also didn’t want to pressure him into revealing himself to me.I wanted it to be as natural as the air in my lungs. I wanted him to undress himself in front of me as he wished—just as I
(Leo/Damon)’s POVAnytime I’d kiss Ariana, she always shrunk herself, kissing me with a naivety that I found cute.Excessively.But, right now, she took all the control from me, her tiny exasperated moans and addictive lips severely limiting the function of my self-control.In other words, I was at my limit but I didn’t want to scare her.I wanted to give her the pleasure of exploring her sensuality at will, instead of imposing something she wasn’t ready for.I wasn’t a saint and I knew I found myself crossing that limit at times—probably because I was greedy, especially when it came to her.Being around her drove me insane and I was never known to be a selfless man, especially with things I wanted and intended to keep.Another thing, we were at the library and the things I wanted to do to her weren’t things I could do in the open.But—Softly, she bit my lower lip, licking and sucking them. Then, she kissed me again with her tongue in my mouth.“I think you’ve become a little bold, k
Damon’s POVI’d always dreamt about that singular moment—the moment I’d lost everything, even myself.A thousand years ago when my people died and my kind was alienated from society. When I slept, it remained me in my subconscious, the waves that washed my spirit away.The screams, the blood, the horror. It became a part of me, a part of who I was.I was ashamed of it because I could never surpass that moment, I was unable to move past it. I became a failure in my own right; my inability to save my people and my inability to save myself.But on that faithful night I met her, unable to stand me, or even look at me—someone who drew in attention—yet as beautiful as the moon, I found myself feeling so small, wanting to be large enough that all she’d see was me.It was a childish thing, but I never regretted it.In my dream there she was, standing at the decided moment that changed everything. She stood right in the middle of it, staring at me, a familiar scared look in her eyes.“Damon.”
Ariana’s POVI watched as Damon walked away, stricken by surprise but pushed it to the back of my mind, the thought of Bach’s disappearance plaguing me once again.Fear became the most pronounced emotion I was predisposed to and it was heavy, weighing me down like a blanket.The images of Victor came flooding in and I could feel dread rise up to my throat. So many thoughts and possibilities yet none of them were pleasant. I couldn’t lose another life.“I must apologize for just storming to your door unannounced. I didn’t intend on ruining your moment but when I found this note from Bach, I ran here immediately.”My cheeks flushed, “Shut up,” I muttered shyly, “You don’t need to apologize, you did the right thing. What note are you talking about?”He brought out a note from his pocket, handing it over to me.“Where did you get this?” I asked, unfolding it.“In his dorm room.” He replied.“Hello, friend. I’ll be gone for a while, not long—I hope. But I will be fine, don’t worry about me
(Leo/Damon)’s POV“First, you come to my office making demands about that frilly student and now, she comes.” I found the principal’s voice, even though level-headed to be annoying.“He’s her student.” I replied, hands in my pockets, standing beside his desk where he stared up at me.“I know her majesty has a fantasy with being the hero of every story—” My jaw ticked, “—but that’s not your thing. You’re an antagonist in every story and you’ve never bothered to be otherwise. You couldn’t—not even if you tried.”I turned my eyes to stare at him, “What causes you to be certain of your statement?”“Unlike her, our very protagonist, you are a man shrouded by your own pain that you chose selfishness, instead of selflessness; a choice she made even while stricken by familiar guilt. Your guilt drove you to oblivion, hers drove her to the sky, where the gods sleep.”My eyes focused on the door in which she had just been in and his words found a way just like an empty parasite to traverse throu
Ariana’s POVSomehow for some odd reason, I felt as though Damon been waiting for my entrance, as though he knew I’d be coming.But I couldn’t place my hands on exactly what I’d seen as it had moved away from my line of sight. I walked up to the desk, where he sat, watching me with tentative lens.“Why did you leave?” I asked.Usually, I’d push aside his several strange practices but the state I was in wouldn’t let me.“I had something to do.” He replied simply.I wanted to ask him what it was that made him leave my side especially after he was well aware about Bach but this wasn’t the time, I needed help, quickly.“Bach is missing,” I began.“I’m aware.”My teeth gritted together, “I went to his dorm and his roommate told me that Bach had been summoned by the principal in the morning, and hadn’t been seen since. I just met Principal Remus and he said he didn’t ask to see him so now, as you know he’s missing and I don’t know what to do or how to find him.”“There’s nothing you can do.
Ariana’s POV“Damon, what is wrong with you? Why does it seem like I’m speaking to a clone of yourself?”If I wasn’t mistaken there’d been the evident surprise in his eyes. But as soon as it came it was gone.“Am I not the one you want?”“Don’t be mistaken, you’re the one I want but I wouldn’t live under an illusion to satisfy myself. I crave the man you are at heart.”“You can be quite selfish, princess. What more of myself do you want to have all to yourself?”I pulled him down using his collar, ensuring that our eyes met, “I’ll take everything you are if you let me. So be warned, merchant.”He seemed a little shell shocked and remained vulnerable in our proximity, his ears red. I knew he was hiding things from me and I selfishly wanted to know everything, it didn’t matter.Then, softly, he smiled, his finger grazing my cheek.“I’ll take heed to your warning.” Now, he had taken advantage of our proximity, skillfully shifting the vulnerability to me, “Join me tomorrow.”My brow raise