It hadn’t escaped my notice how quickly Lorenzo made his mad dash to the door as soon as that message came in from Adeline. The man hadn’t even given me a legitimate answer as to why he was going to the palace.Yes, he mentioned that he was going to see the Lycan Luna—but for what?Lorenzo knew how
Lorenzo’s patience was already wearing thin from his prior conversation with the Lycan King. Part of him still didn’t want to believe half of the information that he’d been told. But, in truth what would the King have to gain from lying to him now?But now it seemed that the alpha had much more dist
“Lorenzo!” Eleanor cried out with an astonished look on her face.The alpha managed to follow Eleanor’s scent through the building. When he finally broke through the various barriers, he came upon a dingy-looking door. The second he heard her distressed cry, Lorenzo smashed the door off its hinges.
The hospital, as expected, was crowded with numerous people. Doctors and nurses were whisking around to get to their designated destinations with determined haste. Thankfully, Lorezno was able to get admitted as soon as we arrived.A small medical team rushed to our sides, needing to know what happe
A few weeks later...Once Lorenzo was cleared to return home and was feeling like his old self again, he and I were finally able to commit to our bonding ceremony. It was a gorgeous summer day, the back courtyard was swimming with flowers and white ribbons.Of course, due to the sudden delay of the
Eleanor’s POV When I crossed paths with my first love again, time had turned us into the very opposite of the young lovers we once were. As for me, I once had a great life. My father was a lawyer. My first love was my fated mate. I was accepted into the Royal Ballet school to fulfill my dream.
Lorenzo's POV. “Alpha Lorenzo, we almost hit a young woman, I believe she was in the middle of some fight,” Lorenzo’s driver said. Fighting on the street sounded like a lower class thing. Lorenzo never got himself into trouble with these, not after he crawled himself out of the poor crowd
Lorenzo’s POV Lorenzo was busy in his office, sorting through papers trying to clear his mind. The thought of the woman in the street played in his mind relentlessly, like a never ending movie. It may have been his imagination, but the woman he had seen in the street looked vaguely like Eleanor.