Diego's POV I killed my own mother. That was it. No wonder dad never talked about her. No wonder he never answered any of my questions about her, about what she was like, who she was, how she died, none of them. He had been keeping me in the dark just so that I wouldn't feel responsible for her death. " It is not your fault Diego", he said, holding my two hands and cupping them into his. But alas it was indeed my fault. I was the little beast eating her away from within, little me was the one sucking up all the blood and nutrients in her, and I was the reason she decided to disembowel herself. Just thinking about it reminded me so much of Malia's mother laying cut open there on the white and black marble church floor, and the fact that my mother experienced such sent cold shivers down my spine. I hadn't only disemboweled Malia's mother, I had also disemboweled my mother. A feeling of uncertainty overcame me as I stared dead straight at my father, the pain of the loss of
Malia's POV Hansel had persuaded his brother into giving into my idea of curing the alpha with vampire blood and he had reluctantly agreed to it. " My mate, Diego, he will be willing to give his blood", I said as I sat up on the floor of the dungeon. " So how is this going to work? Surely, we can't bring him hear", Mr Clinton said. " What we need is just the blood, not him. I suggest she goes back to where they met with a few others and drain a substantial amount of blood from him", Mr Pakistan said. " The same as I thought ", Hans said, " I'll send some people to accompany you". " But just to be on a safer side, hope we're not in any way going against any rule or something? Or at least we won't get into a clash with the vampires?" Mr Clinton asked, too humbly for someone whom I thought was hot tempered. " You're talking as if you don't want to get on their bad side ", Hans said, " as far as I know we are to follow only the directive of the Assembly, and that will not
Malia's POV I couldn't tell how we got home, but eventually we did. I still couldn't put one and two together over the fact that Diego was the one who killed my parents, and I felt horrible, as if I was betraying my poor parents who were unjustly killed by him. But why didn't I recognize him? I guess my memory was so sparse that I couldn't quite put a take on his facial features, but at least I should have known, in one way or another, and the guilt weighed me down. The worst part of it all was that he knew what he did, he knew he killed my parents. I guess he found out during that conversation before in his vehicle when I had showed him the bite mark, no wonder he acted so weird after what I said and even had to drive off with his cock dangling from in-between his zipper. I knew Mrs Bran was going to spread the message to the entire members of the pack. " Did you know that Malia's vampire mate was the one that killed her parents?" that was technically how it was going to s
The EndMalia's POV " My child, you have to forgive him", mom said as we sat on one of the long chairs. " I can't mom, not after what . he did to you and dad", I said. " Look, life has its twists and turns, but everything happens for a reason", she said and I just couldn't help but wonder what reason there was for her to be killed by Diego. " And there's a more important reason why you should forgive him", she gave me a kind of suspicious look. " What?" " You are carrying his child inside of you", she said, shocking me to the bones. I brought my hand to my tummy, probably to properly check if there was a tiny cub inside it, " I'm pregnant?" " Yes you are, and your child will need his father", she said, my hands still on my tummy. I never imagined having children with Diego. Not that I hadn't thought about it, but there was always a reason to dismiss the thought. I was a werewolf and he was a vampire, what would our offsprings be? H
I tried to take it easy, but the urge was strong, we both felt it and could not help but ram into each other. We kissed passionately, fighting for lip dominance as we kissed, the car gear making it impossible to reach our full potential. I broke the kiss and got into the backseat with Diego following like an ant after sugar crystals, and we resumed again, with Diego on top, furiously slamming into each other. I wanted to turn him over and stay on top, but the space in the backseat did not allow that, so the car kept jerking to the rhythm of our passionate make out session. His mouth tasted like orange, the not-so sweet kind of orange that was perfect for orange juice, and I savored every inch of his lips, taking in more of his saliva as he took in mine, our tongues rolling into each other's. I reach for his belt and undid it, my lips still glued to his. He knew what I was heading for and was gracious enough to break the kiss and unzip his pants. He sat down with his back against the
I greeted the other members of the hunting squad: Nicole, the vivacious and friendly fellow. Miles and Bridget, the mated couple in the squad. Stiles, the withdrawn and yet fierce one. And then Hansel, the alpha's second son and the leader of the squad. " Miles and Stiles, both of you should take positions at the north head-front. Malia and Bridget, take your positions at the woods end, Nicole and I will take positions at the south head-front ", Hansel addressed us, " now, to your positions, and you guys at the north head-front should send a signal to Malia and Bridget when you get there, got it?" " Yeah" the guys said while some of us just nodded to his instructions. He definitely wasn't the bossy type, unlike his elder brother, Hans, who was typically a tyrant and a dictator. I was so grateful to the Moon Goddess when I was assigned to the hunting squad instead of the warrior's squad. Only the Moon Goddess knew what the werewolves there were passing through in the hand
Diego's POV I felt dejected after driving off and leaving Malia, it was as if I was leaving a part of me behind and it was no new feeling. I always felt that way each time we departed from each other and although the feeling wasn't new, the pain was always more fresh than the last. I went to bed that night surrounded and engulfed in her sweet scent. Werewolves had always smelt filthy, more filthy than poop, but her case was different, she smelled of lilies and strawberries - the only wolf to smell as such to me, except for a little female werewolf whom I killed about fifteen years ago, together with her parents who still smelt like the other werewolves. I woke up to the next morning to the sound of rustling noise in the kitchen; my father was back. I washed my face and went downstairs to find him making a bowl of cereal. It was normal cereal but the milk was fermented human blood mixed with honey, sugar and cream, giving it a sticky and milky appearance. It was produced
I got to our spot and turned off my car engine, waiting for her as the darkness surrounded me. I waited for a while until I heard a knock from the passenger's seat window. I opened the car and she got into the passenger's seat, still radiant and beautiful as she had always been. " How are you doing my love", I said, leaning in for a kiss, and she wasted no time in grabbing my face and batting our lips together. She stopped after a few seconds, both of us breathing hastily. " I'm fine, how about you?" she asked, pulling her face away from me. " I'm doing good my love, just that there is bad news, real bad news", I said, stretching out the sentence to emphasize on ' bad news'. " I have bad news too", I looked into her eyes and we both knew instantly what each other's bad news was. I felt like apologizing to her, so badly that I didn't know when I muttered " I'm sorry" underneath my breath. " You have nothing to apologize for, what happened was definitely not your
The EndMalia's POV " My child, you have to forgive him", mom said as we sat on one of the long chairs. " I can't mom, not after what . he did to you and dad", I said. " Look, life has its twists and turns, but everything happens for a reason", she said and I just couldn't help but wonder what reason there was for her to be killed by Diego. " And there's a more important reason why you should forgive him", she gave me a kind of suspicious look. " What?" " You are carrying his child inside of you", she said, shocking me to the bones. I brought my hand to my tummy, probably to properly check if there was a tiny cub inside it, " I'm pregnant?" " Yes you are, and your child will need his father", she said, my hands still on my tummy. I never imagined having children with Diego. Not that I hadn't thought about it, but there was always a reason to dismiss the thought. I was a werewolf and he was a vampire, what would our offsprings be? H
Malia's POV I couldn't tell how we got home, but eventually we did. I still couldn't put one and two together over the fact that Diego was the one who killed my parents, and I felt horrible, as if I was betraying my poor parents who were unjustly killed by him. But why didn't I recognize him? I guess my memory was so sparse that I couldn't quite put a take on his facial features, but at least I should have known, in one way or another, and the guilt weighed me down. The worst part of it all was that he knew what he did, he knew he killed my parents. I guess he found out during that conversation before in his vehicle when I had showed him the bite mark, no wonder he acted so weird after what I said and even had to drive off with his cock dangling from in-between his zipper. I knew Mrs Bran was going to spread the message to the entire members of the pack. " Did you know that Malia's vampire mate was the one that killed her parents?" that was technically how it was going to s
Malia's POV Hansel had persuaded his brother into giving into my idea of curing the alpha with vampire blood and he had reluctantly agreed to it. " My mate, Diego, he will be willing to give his blood", I said as I sat up on the floor of the dungeon. " So how is this going to work? Surely, we can't bring him hear", Mr Clinton said. " What we need is just the blood, not him. I suggest she goes back to where they met with a few others and drain a substantial amount of blood from him", Mr Pakistan said. " The same as I thought ", Hans said, " I'll send some people to accompany you". " But just to be on a safer side, hope we're not in any way going against any rule or something? Or at least we won't get into a clash with the vampires?" Mr Clinton asked, too humbly for someone whom I thought was hot tempered. " You're talking as if you don't want to get on their bad side ", Hans said, " as far as I know we are to follow only the directive of the Assembly, and that will not
Diego's POV I killed my own mother. That was it. No wonder dad never talked about her. No wonder he never answered any of my questions about her, about what she was like, who she was, how she died, none of them. He had been keeping me in the dark just so that I wouldn't feel responsible for her death. " It is not your fault Diego", he said, holding my two hands and cupping them into his. But alas it was indeed my fault. I was the little beast eating her away from within, little me was the one sucking up all the blood and nutrients in her, and I was the reason she decided to disembowel herself. Just thinking about it reminded me so much of Malia's mother laying cut open there on the white and black marble church floor, and the fact that my mother experienced such sent cold shivers down my spine. I hadn't only disemboweled Malia's mother, I had also disemboweled my mother. A feeling of uncertainty overcame me as I stared dead straight at my father, the pain of the loss of
Diego's POV I waited. There was a very good chance that I wouldn't go hungry again; at least for a long time since I had taken pure blood, and so I spent the whole day sleeping comfortably. I hadn't seen dad in a very long time and I was a little worried about him. I knew very well that he had not fully recovered from that attack even though he would never agree to that. As I stared upwards at the ceiling, unconsciously trying to decipher the color in the dark forecast, a green light appeared right in front of the door, spiralling in circles and expanding. I became scared instantly, wondering if I was in another dream or if the old woman from my dream had come to pay me a visit. I know I asked her who she was and I was curious to find out, but that never meant that I was ready to take our relationship out of Dreamland. The circle became bigger and bigger, getting brighter along its edges, just like a hole in the air. Suddenly, someone jumped out of the hole and into
Diego's POV After Malia left, I slumped on the bed, feeling a little bit guilty that I had drank a good portion of her blood but still feeling thankful. I knew she was finding it hard to believe that a vampire's blood was the cure to a vampire bite, but the thesis had been proved by the medical practitioners in our pride, especially Dr Josh, and I knew that she was going to give it a try. She wouldn't just let her alpha die just like that. I couldn't tell when I became weary and slowly drifted off to sleep. " The dark is always comforting, for those who bear great secrets", the familiar voice echoed in the drowning darkness, bringing my senses back to life except for the sense of sight. The voice came again, inside my head, " the dark is always comforting, for those who bear great secrets", and with the force of a descending meteorite, something pulled me down in the darkness, into something that seemed like a pool of water. I gasped for breath but found none, and with each
Malia's POV " Wait, wait, I might have misunderstood. Is it that the blood has to be applied on the injury or that he has to drink it like he drinks water?" I asked. " He has to drink it", Diego said. Deep is calling on deep, And it has always been sure, That the one he holds beneath, Is nothing but a hard earned fool. He sounded so foolish that the poem just popped up in my mind for whatever reason. I mean, how can a vampire's blood cure a likable vampire bite? It was just like saying that mosquitoes were the cure to malaria as much as they were the cause of it, therefore we should feed on them - how stupid could that be? " We may be carnivores Diego, but we surely are not blood suckers like you folks", I said, meaning no form of harm or belittling. " Malia, it's the only way that he can get better, if not the bite area would keep expanding until he loses too much blood and ends up dying", he said, his eyes flaring up in undeniably sincerity. He was actuall
I had requested for the truth, but the truth was far too frightening for what I had imagined, and after that experience here I was, face to face with the mighty Calipsu in some unknown, magical, non-existent place. She smiled at me, her smile radiating warmth and friendliness as her hair effortlessly floated in the air, commending her . overflowing pearl imprint gown which made her seem so much like a female lead character from a Bollywood movie - almost like Priyanka Chopra. " Why do you look so surprised?" she asked, " you wanted to know the truth and here I am", she said, her voice sounding heavenly, soft and still high pitched, and it did to the ears what the soft breeze that brushes against calm lakes did to the soul. " You are here to tell me the truth?" I asked as I took a few steps towards her before picking up my manners from wherever it is that I must have kept it. " Pardon me ma, good morning, or rather good afternoon.............. I don't even know what time it i
Ariel's POV The whole place became windy, and before I could tell what was happening I was hurled into the familiar wind tunnel, tossing around so carelessly as the screens of events remained vague and not understandable. I gasped as I opened my eyes, finding myself back in my apartment, only to feel the tide of the wind rising again - not again. I was pretty sure that I was going to throw up after that ride. I got sucked up again into the wind tunnel, the screens of events reappearing. The wind was getting stronger as I felt pulled downward in the tunnel, going deeper and deeper into a black smaller tunnel, almost like the pure depiction of the black hole in space, but this time a much smaller one, but still spherical and black, frightening even. I held my breath as I approached that part of the tunnel, and when I was finally inside it, the darkness surrounded me as I kept falling into the unknown, unable to see anything, just total darkness. Suddenly I started slowing dow