LYNEXIA The sound of the car engine fills the silence throughout the ride home to Jax's house. Dimitri's hand also stays wrapped around mine. Every few seconds, my gaze darts back to the backseat where Jax's brother lay pale. Being about to save him still feels like a dream to me. Like an illusion in the corner of my mind. For the first time, I have a sense of purpose that fills the emptiness within me. And my power doesn't seem as useless as I thought because I just saved a life—altered someone's destiny. This gives me hope that I can face whatever comes I have never felt like this in a very long time. For once in my life, I feel like I have a sense of purpose and usefulness. That my powers aren't just for decoration and I can actually change fates. It gives me hope that I can overcome whatever challenges lay ahead. Upon arriving at Jax's house, Jax himself is pacing the front of the building surrounded by a few warriors. The moment he sees our car, he sprints towards us. I
LYNEXIA Though a rush of cool air sweeps over me, it fails to quench the warmth I feel from the intense hunger that burns in Dimitri's gaze. His eyes don't leave mine as he reaches for the body wash. With deliberate slowness, he begins to glide his hands over my skin. His first touch, trails along the valley between my breasts, causing a shiver to cascade over me. His fingers trail up my arm, lingering at the curve of my shoulder before tracing a slow path down my neck, finding his way to my breasts again. A helpless sigh let out of my mouth as he brushes his thumb over my nipple. My body aches with his touch. "Dimi." "You love that?" His voice is a husky murmur. I can only nod, unable to form a word. He catches my other nipple between his fingers, gently flicking. "So sensitive. My butterfly." He continues to nibble my tits, teasing and tantalizing until I'm quivering. A trail of fire follows as he slides a hand down my stomach, his finger finding their way to the se
LYNEXIA Dimitri and I haven't spoken since last night happened. Specifically, Dimitri has been ignoring me. While I am glad that he saved me from being mortified by not reminding me that I let him fuck me with his fingers—him, who I am supposed to hate, I don't like that he is ignoring me. I should welcome his disinterest since it makes my game of hating him easier, but I don't. It makes me feel a hollow in my chest, a gnawing. My wolf is down and anything that affects her affects me too. As usual, we made our usual morning greetings and ate breakfast together. Then he called Gavin to come give me a ride to the training complex with the excuse that he had other plans only for me to find him in his office, going through some files with Seraphina. Not a hint of a swirl of anger reckons in me at that scene when I entered his office. I don't confront him because I found the pride I lost yesterday. He doesn't even look fazed that I caught him red-handed for lying to me and I don't pu
DIMITRI Ignoring Lynexia is proving harder than dodging a charging bull. Fingering Lynexia isn't something that I regret. It is imprinted into my brain and I think about it each second. The way she moans, the way her body writhes beneath me, her face when she comes all over my hand, her slick pussy that is just made for me. I enjoy every single bit of it. But it makes me realize something as well. Lynexia will let me fuck her if I made the move, not become, she genuinely desires it but because of the full moon in the tip of our fingers. It has also made me realize that the reason she is tolerant of me and seems to like my presence is also because of the full moon. So I take it upon myself to be the voice of reason here even though it is the most impossible task that I have ever done in thirty years of being alive. I decided to ignore Lynexia so she wouldn't have sex with me and potentially regret it. As soon as the full moon passes, she will be back to herself and she will regr
DIMITRI I panic as I trail after Nox. My head pounds in time with the roar of blood in my ears. Questions upon questions flood my mind. How did she get hurt? Who dared to stab her with a silver blade? How did it even happen? I'm certain that Lynexia won't wait on her hand for someone to stab her, so how? The questions keep coming, swirling into a haphazard mess in my head. Over and over again, twisting my heart, and sending me into a frantic state. But I don't ask any questions. I am tongue and I don't think I can form a word even if I try. No word can form over the terror twisting my guts. Not when Lynexia is hurt. Not when she is bleeding somewhere, unable to heal. With her silver making it worse. Whoever did this better be digging their graves because I will make them wish they were dead when I'm done with them. But, first, I need to see Lynexia. I need to make sure she is fine or she'll be fine. As we get close to the room, a raw, agonizing cry pierces the air and I recog
LYNEXIA ...Through the neverending assault of pain, I feel Dimitri around me. I feel his touch caress my skin softly. I feel his voice send ripples of soothing down my spine. I feel his warmth seep into my body and ease my tense muscles. I feel his scent, sandalwood, and citrus envelop me like an embrace. Every time, I feel his grip around my hand, my pain resides to the dark places and for a moment it becomes bearable enough to see him through the haze. Every time, I see him, his eyes are always glassy and his face, is contorted into pain and guilt. I do hear his strained voice too, whispering to me words of comfort. "My butterfly, you can do it. I know you can fight against it. Your wolf is more powerful than any venom of silver." My hands scratch to reach for him but they fall limp beside me no matter how much I try to raise them. And when I scream for him, it is swallowed by the consuming darkness all around me, plunging me into the dark hole where there is no light, no D
LYNEXIA For the first two days, I am flooded by pleasantries and gifts from members of the pack. This comes as a shock to me because I used to believe everyone hates me so much, they will celebrate with a grand party when I die but I guess I was wrong. Not only that some members of the pack made an alter of offering for me to the goddess to fasten my recovery. Julianne told me that I have been the talk of the town for saving Sebastian, Jax's brother—trust Julianne to know everyone's name—. So I guess that is why people are warming up to me and while I am overwhelmed with joy about this, the very person that my heart yearns to see and hear his voice is nowhere to be found. It's messing with my brain that he hasn't shown up since he was the one who kept me company when I was in a coma. Or so I believed because now, I'm not so much of myself anymore. Perhaps, it was my brain messing with me by creating an illusion of Dimitri here with me because it knows I am a hypocrite and no matt
LYNEXIA If Dimitri was shocked when I showed up at his doorstep, he didn't act like it. He doesn't show a bit of emotion as he ushers me into his living room. He doesn't say a word to me as he disappears into the room and comes back with a towel. He wraps the towel around me before taking considerable steps back, creating a gap between us. "What are you doing here, Lynexia?" He looks down at me. I open my mouth and then close it. To be frank, coming here was impulsive. I didn't think of what I was going to say to Dimitri when I saw him. I just knew I needed to see him. His jaw clenches visibly under the dim light of the living room. Something barely contained swirls in his blue eyes. "You shouldn't be here, you are just getting better?" "What do you care?" "I will take you home." "If I want to be at home, I won't be here in the first place." My hands fist beside me. Dimitri and I stare at each other for a long moment before Dimitri's deep voice slices through the thic
One Month Later LYNEXIA The first peek of the morning sun through the window hit my face and I stir awake with a yawn. I sigh, extending my hand to the other side of the bed to find it empty. Of course, what am I even expecting? I reluctantly climb out of the bed, while rubbing the remnant sleep away from my eyes with the back of my hand. The soft pad of my legs echoes in the air as I slip out of the room, making my way to Felicity's room. I used to grumble about me and Felicity's morning routine before everything went down but now I very much enjoy it. After almost losing my daughter once, I now bask and cherish every single moment I spend with her. I guess the saying goes you value something that you have used. Felicity's soft snores reach me as I slowly creak the door to her room open. Her beautiful, innocent face brings a smile to my face before I step into the room. I settle on the edge of the bed, tucking the strands of her hair behind her ear. I watch her sleep
LYNEXIA The words have just left my mouth before Elena lunges at me. "Shut it." She explodes. "I'm about to fucking end your life so stop being pompous." "What?" I scoff. "Were you expecting me to fall on my knees and beg for your mercy?" I say. "Is that it?" She slaps me across the face, the look on her face sinister. I know I shouldn't push her since she can be so unpredictable but I don't stop. "Shut it," She roars at my face. "I hope my death brings you the utmost happiness and joy. You sick, pathetic loser—." I choke on my words as something sharp digs into my stomach. I wince as blind pain throbs through me. I look down to find Elena's claw deep inside of me. Elena smirks. I shock her by matching it with a scornful, tight smile of my own. "Let's get this over with." I grit my teeth, doubling over as she pulls her claws out of my stomach. Blood drips off the corner of my mouth as my stomach starts to leak. "You should have shut it when I asked you to." "Why do you eve
LYNEXIA An ache starts in the middle of my head as I groan awake. I blink, confused as an unfamiliar room that resembles a barn comes into view. As my head throbs harder and more vicious, I try to reach out my hand to grip it but my hand jerks back against a hold. Then I wiggle my body, including my hands and legs. They jerk against a hold painfully that I have to grit my teeth. The headache is so much I have to squeeze an eye shut as I turn my gaze down to look at the state that I am in. My hands are tied behind the wooden chairs I'm seated on and my legs are tied around the legs of the wooden chair. My back screams with pain as it is arched uncomfortably. Panic sets in as I realize the danger I may likely be in. Seraphina brought me here for what? Why has she kidnapped me? What have I done? What is her aim in any of this? I don't have the luxury to think of an answer as I wiggle my hands, trying to cut the bondage around my wrists. The chair scraps loudly on th
DIMITRI"What is this about?" I ask, my voice tight with curiosity as Zarek leads me away from the quarantine camp towards a lone building at the edge "I'm afraid you will have to hear it from the person herself." Zarek glances back at me before he focuses front again. "Hear about what? Who?" I press as we slip into the lone building. A woman whose face is obscured by a veil turns towards me. Before I can ask further questions, she pulls the veil down to reveal her face. "Julianne," I say. "What are you doing here?" Her chest rises and falls with deep breaths. "I may have a cure for the black plague." "You have a cure?" I repeat, my mind reeling. This can't be true. Julianne nods. "Yes." This time, she sounds assertive. "How?" I ask, not knowing how to react to this. "I have been thinking hard about why Gavin, I, and Lynexia didn't get infected even though we came in contact with black ink. I have been racking my brain this past—." "Get straight to the point." I cut her of
LYNEXIA"No." Dimitri cuts me off harshly as if he already knows what I am about to say. My mouth falls open in shock. "But what if I can provide the cure?" Taking up Elena's offer doesn't feel so bad though dying sends a shiver of dread through me. "Let me guess, you have to put your life on the line for it?" Dimitri's eyes flash in disbelief. I grip the hem of my shirt tightly. Deep down, fear gnaws at me, but to save these people, to make this place livable for those I care about, I'm willing to risk everything. "Yes. If that's what it takes.""No, so get over yourself and stop trying to play the savior." Dimitri jolts to his feet, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. "Dimi—." "Stop it with this your useless hypothetical theory. You are no savior and you don't have the power to be the messiah." His words cut deep but I know it's the panic talking through him. He shoves his fingers into his damp hair. "I didn't let you hate me for five years just to make you be a sacri
LYNEXIA In a span of two days, things do take a turn for the worse. Bodies ply upon bodies. The shadow pack territory becomes a ghost town compared to how vibrant it once was. The number of people tolled into the trainee complex which is now the quarantine camp increases exponentially. The air is thick with despair and the stench of death. The children have been taken away from the town to a safer place leaving behind the healthy werewolves locked up in their houses and the rest of us brave enough to watch over the infected. The drugs that were given to us by Alpha Henry are running out and our healers are hitting the wall about any cure or drug to reduce the symptoms. Reaching out to other packs is useless because word has spread and most of them wouldn't open their gate to us for fear of being infected. I don't blame, I would have done the same if I were in their shoes. As the dreadful moment passes at a slow, tormenting pace, my mind lingers more and more on Elena. The
DIMITRI I groan. "Huh uh." She bites her lower lip seductively. "Yeah." Her hand squeezes me harder. My head falls backward, pleasure already clouding my thoughts. Lynexia takes my hand and leads me to the couch, pushing me down onto it. I fall easily onto it. Our eyes lock as she sinks to her knees, her fingers reaching deftly to my zipper. As she pulls it down, my cock springs out, thick and hard, slapping against my abs. Lynexia licks her lips greedily, her lustful eyes on me. "You want this?" I grumble as I wrap my hand around my thick girth before moving it up and down my length. She nods eagerly, her breath quickening. "Say it." "I want to take your cock in my mouth, Alpha. I want to taste it. I want to taste you." Fuck, Lynexia saying the sluttiest words with the sweetest voice while looking at me with the prettiest fuck-me eyes undo every part of me. "Take it, it's yours." As I let go of my cock, it slaps on my abs again Lynexia salivates a
DIMITRI When Lynexia walks out of the room. Her face is ghostly pale and her knuckles are bruised. Overall, she looks shaken like she's seen a ghost. I rush to her in panic, taking her hands in mine to inspect the wound. "Are you okay?" It seems to be healing slowly but still, something must have happened in the room with Elena. Her face is distant and she doesn't answer me. "Lynexia," I call her softly then more urgently before she jolts out of her trance. Her eyes dart around in confusion before she meets mine. "What is wrong?" I ask. "Huh?" She says, dazed before she shakes her head slightly. "Nothing." She murmurs in a distant voice. "Did Elena hurt you?" I say as my anger simmers to the surface. I swear on goddess if Elena is the reason Lynexia's knuckles are bruised, I will drag her head through the mud without giving a flying fuck that she is a woman. "No." Her lips pull into a forced smile. It looks natural but I know Lynexia too well. I can see thro
LYNEXIA The moment Elena and I walk out of Dimitri's presence and into a room, the fake facade Elena has on her face falls. Elena sits on a chair while I take the one opposite from it. There is something eager about her today. She still despises me but it is like she is excited about something. Whatever it is that she wants to tell, she can't wait for me to hear it. "What is this about?" I make my voice sound as neutral as possible. Elena smirks, crossing her arms over her chest. "I don't have time for this game you are trying to play Elena. Say what you have to say." The words rush out of my mouth. I don't have anything against Elena as much as she hates me but being in the same room as her for more than a minute makes my inside churn. "Trust me, you have all the time for what I am about to say." She says calmly unlike how agitated she used to seem in my presence. I roll my eyes standing to my feet. "Of course. My bad for thinking you have anything better to say." I