Maybe someone had told him, or he heard it somehow, I mean it wouldn't be surprising to me. He was an Alpha all. I wanted to make excuses for him. I so badly wanted him to take back those words and not utter them again until I told him, then maybe feign ignorance, but it was too late for that now; he had said it, and all that could happen was for him to convince me that he knew this some other way. "How did you know?" My voice quivered. A wave of Shock came over his numb features quickly for a second, and then it was gone. "I heard my men whispering something about it a few days ago. I thought it was merely a joke. I didn't believe it because it was bullshit. Who would dare to lay hands on something that belonged to me? Not anyone who wants to live for sure." He brought his eyes up to meet mine, I searched them hastily looking for some atom of truth in his words, something to hold on to but I found nothing I was searching for. " But tonight, sensing your bruises and seeing how f
The thing about being in the middle of two powerful people is that you always have to choose one, and your choice most times determines the course of your life forever. After watching Mac's frightening display, it seemed my thoughts for him began to soften at the prospect that he cared for me. But he had been so violent, completely blanked out for a second, but could I judge him for that? The love of his life was kidnapped. Or at least his mate was, so he was bound to blackout, right? And just because I didn't see Lucas with bloody and bruised fingers batter his men and snap their necks didn't necessarily mean he was the lesser evil, right? I sighed as I climbed the stairs up to my dorm. I was still shaken from the things I had witnessed and knew I had to filter certain parts of the story because I didn't want to scare my only friend and roommate; Lola made things seem even more miserable. "Oh my goodness, I was so worried!" Lola rushed over to me at once the moment I stepped into
The ride was silent, smooth, and short. Everything I needed it to be, and by the time we pulled into the Ashen's Mansion, I was fairly ready for whatever I was going to meet. "Did you catch them? The people who kidnapped me?" I asked. Ever brooding, Mac nodded and led the way through the grand entrance. We followed a descending staircase which I had never seen despite my penchant for exploring the house and the numerous times I had done so and I made a mental image in my head of everywhere we got. When we got down, he led the way to the basement. It was dark, silent, and dusty, like no one had been down here in a while, and the thought gave me shivers because I was here with Mac, of all people. "In here." He motioned to a door that creaked open as he kicked it, and immediately, the metallic smell of blood filled my nostrils. I felt dizzy for a second, staring into the dark and wondering if I was supposed to be seeing anything other than pitch black. The switch on the wall was
The moment I sat beside her, she took my palms in her smooth ones and closed her eyes. "You have your mother's aura, you know, so comforting and soothing. Typical Samantha" I smiled. "Are you okay? Why do you stay here all day, and why is no one really aware of your presence?" I shook my head, trying to come to terms with this. "It's like no one even knows you're alive. No one acknowledges it, not even your husband or your son" I finally asked the questions that were bugging in my mind. She sighed wistfully, her eyelids opening to reveal teary emerald beads. "Oh dear, sometimes I too wonder if I am alive, It is a mystery isn't it? I fit more as a painting than anything else, and I am content with that" I shook my head again, this time ready to protest. How could anyone be content with being a static, unfeeling thing? But she was faster; closing her other hand on my palm, she smiled. "Let's leave that aside, dear. I have just a few minutes of lucidity. Tell me, what brings you
I never understood grief because I lost my mom before my head could fathom it. Before, my heart knew that kind of sorrow existed, but often, as a curious little girl, I would sneak out in the middle of the night and find my father hunched over in the living room, staring at a picture of my mother with tears streaming down his eyes. I was never brave enough to approach him; rather, I stared from afar, wondering why my heart suddenly felt so heavy and why he kept panting like he couldn't breathe because his whole world was tumbling apart. And I have never understood my father so much than now, as I stood listening to my fated mate speak of me like garbage, hearing the atrocities he had caused and the harm he brought my way, knowing all along that I dined with the devil with a smile on my face. It was another kind of pain, an indescribable, terribly heart-wrenching kind of pain. I didn't know how to breathe, and neither did I know how my legs carried me from the front of the door soun
Lucas POVFiona had a way of getting under my skin in ways I could hardly explain to anyone. In a manner that forced me to abandon all reason and chase her relentlessly to the ends of the earth, and that's how I felt the moment I received the call that she hadn't slept in her dorm.Earlier in the day, I sensed something was wrong. I could still get a whiff of her floral scent, but it was so distant I knew she was getting father and father away. Even then, I struggled not to leave my meeting and barge into wherever she was, find out whatever she was doing, and make sure she was okay.But I stopped myself. We had not spoken since she left after the incident, and even though it terrified me, I convinced myself that this distance was good for her heart so she could decide what she wanted once and for all. But the damn girl kept testing my patience. I was convinced that she had a hang just teasing me so my balls could grow blue and my wolf uncontrollable. I answered the call from Charles
Fiona's POVThe strange thing about living is that sometimes you are so sure you are dead, something big happens, and momentarily you expect to vanish along as pain crumbles you, but strangely, you survive, strangely the breath in your lungs remains, and you make it out alive with only one thing in mind; Rage. The moment I opened my eyes, I knew I was a different person. I knew the thoughts of fairytales and happy ever afters were flushed out of my system along with all the tears I shed last night, and I was brand new Fiona with only one goal: to make whoever hurt me this deep suffer the same fate. The thoughts of Mac were a constant whir scarring my brain over and over again in each minute. I stared at the white ceiling until my senses began to flicker back in. Why is the ceiling white? I jumped up from the bed I lay and scanned my surroundings in alarm, expecting to meet trees, brown earth, and wild air, but sure as hell, I was somewhere under a roof and not in the open, and once
I don't know how long Lucas hugged me and if I actually fell asleep in his arms, but the next time I opened my eyes, it was morning. The first streaks if sunlight rays poured into the room like a shy image, leaving a trail of heat in the damp air. I blinked my vision into focus and tried to get up; that was when I noticed that something was pinning me down and covering at least half of my body... or rather... someone. I blushed as I glanced behind the sleeping form of Lucas. His black hair was matted on his head and his full lips were slightly parted even though no sound escaped from it. His right hand was secured firmly over my waist, while the left was the pillow that cushioned me to sleep. I blushed at the obscenity of it all. Jeez Fiona.. Where did your decency go? I tried again to get up and pry myself from his tight grip, but to no avail. Instead, he only shifted so that his head was now laid on my chest. I stopped breathing and closed my eyes so tight, willing my reality t