“I know,” he whispered back, his warm breath fanning my face.His heavy musky sandalwood scent had found its way to my nose, and the heat of his body made me hyperaware. We weren't touching, but even the slightest movement could change that.“Relax,” he ordered harshly, but it sounded more addressed to himself rather than me. He was really pushing himself, or so it seemed to me.“I am relaxed, are you?” I retorted sharply, resisting the urge to swallow the torrents of butterflies raging through my gut.“You're icing the table,” he tilted his head to his right, his hair shifting slightly to cradle his forehead.I was? As if to affirm it, my fingers itched with a familiar icy feeling. “You didn't answer me,” I shot back in defense, keeping my gaze locked with his deep-pooling amber pair.“Turn it off,” he insisted.“I can't,” I told him honestly.“Please,” he faltered, leaning in closer to rest his arms by my side, his head hung low by my left shoulder. Both his palms were against the t
A knock resonated through Ethan Stark's office study and I'd never been so grateful to be interrupted.Ten minutes ago I'd been sat on his desk as he ravaged me with his mouth but he'd quickly rejected another round of a makeout he initiated and I was feeling pretty silly.“I should go,” I rushed right for the door, ignoring the pounding of my heart against my chest and the lingering sensation between my legs.“Your mom's asking for —” I walked right past Tyler as he spoke, not in the mood for whatever reaction he'd give to my apparent state.I shouldn't let anyone see me like this. No one that mattered anyway.Running my hand to smoothen my clothes, I walked back to the living room to look for my parents. With the authority off, they should be able to look me in the eye and hold me perhaps without feeling like they're crossing a line.They were gone and my heart sank further. I listened in for them, trying to catch their heartbeats in the passing wind. I did. They were upstairs, in m
“Harlyn.” My mom reached for my hand, but I pulled away faster before she could touch me. It wasn't necessarily on purpose, it was more an instinct to reject whatever she wanted to tell me.Her eyes widened in surprise before her face crumpled, but I looked away. I didn't have it in me to care even if I didn't mean to hurt her.“Parenting you was the last order given to us by our Alpha,” my dad said finally. His voice was steady, but I caught the way his fingers tensed against the dresser. “Your father. Alpha Torren Lockwood of the Moonstone Pack.”His words settled over me like frost. I let them sink in. Let them claw their way inside me and burn me cold. I shivered.The last order. It was an assignment. A responsibility handed down by some dead Alpha I’d never even known.My heartbeat was a dull thud in my ears. “So when he died, I technically became your problem.”“No,” my mom whispered, her voice cracking. “It was never like that.”“Then how was it?” I snapped curtly.My dad stood
Things had surely been awkward for a while but I was really working toward moving past that and forward to whatever new thing would surely soon be sprung on me.I climbed down my bed and my feet met the chilly floor. The room must have dropped in temperature again when I'd slept. I was starting to get used to it, the sudden chill that clung to my space. It helped that December had settled in, and snow had begun its slow descent over the town.A week went by too fast, caught up in the process of my parents moving into the Stark mansion with whatever remained of our things. I thought it was odd that our old house was left empty until I found out that the Melbringer had crashed the building in search of me.I was sure the town was filled with gossip now about the Sage family moving in with the small mysterious pack of teens at Eldrood Street. But I wouldn't really know, I haven't stepped a foot out yet.That was a lie. I'd been using my sight and hearing, stretching it past the house to
His eyes flicked over me like he was peering right through my excuses. A quiet, knowing pause stretched between us before he finally spoke. “Surely you're not hiding in this room for their sake, right?“I blinked at him at his tone. He'd become too serious too fast. I clenched my jaw, looking away. My fingers itched so I gently played with my fingertips. “I’m not hiding.”His boots thumped closer and I looked right at him as he stood next to the bed. “Come then,” he challenged with a tilt of his head.“You should go.“ My wolf urged, her voice dancing through my thoughts. It felt like she'd accepted his challenge. I wasn't sure what to feel.On one hand, I hated to admit it but I was hiding and if I continued like this, it'd take longer to leave the house. On the other hand, I wasn't sure it was right to confront them all.Though, I did want to see someone. Becca. I hadn't heard much about her since I returned and I owed her an explanation for my disappearance. But I was hoping it woul
The Stark mansion had been quiet. My room had been quiet. The kind of quiet you tell yourself is good but it still settled deep in your bones, heavy and suffocating. This place? The opposite. The towering wooden cabin downtown loomed ahead as Caleb drove closer to the crammed makeshift parking lot. Colored lights spilled from the building's tall windows, illuminating the sea of people sparsed onto the porch and yard. The air pulsed with bass-heavy music, I could feel it despite still being locked in the car. It almost marched my thundering heartbeat. Thank goddess for gloves or the entire car seat would be as frost-coated as the trees. I was unraveling. “Let's get the Christmas debauchery started,” Tyler quipped as he swung the car door open from the passenger seat at the front. “They're teens Tyler, not minx strippers in Vegas,” Caleb threw the concerning comment. I ignored it. “Thanks,” I muttered to Tyler who'd taken it upon himself to open my car door. Perhaps he sensed
He leaned leisurely against the far end of the wooden fence, half-shadowed by the yellow garden lights. A cigarette burned lazily between his fingers, the ember flaring as he took a slow, unhurried drag.The smoke curled past his lips, dissipating into the cold air like a ghost slipping through the cracks of reality. It was a haunting sight. Like I'd met the devil during his smoke break.His hoodie was pushed back slightly, his dark hair stark against the night. He looked untouched by the cold as if winter had decided he was too untouchable, too distant to claim.I had no idea how long he’d been standing there. Watching. His black eyes flicked to me, amused yet seemingly unbothered like he was expecting this.Something sharp and ugly twisted in my stomach. Fate was being cruel bringing us together. That was another messed up manifestation of our bond. Mates will always find a way to meet. It applied even when I didn't want to.Higan exhaled another slow breath of smoke before finally
"Leftovers, that's what you are! Get that through your thin-molded skull," Higan’s voice was gruff and serrated as his words gutted me open.My gloves had frozen solid from my nerves exploding, I couldn't even try to defend myself with them in the way. I desperately wanted to freeze his hands off, to get him off me but I was stuck tight between his hold.His grip on my arms was anything but gentle as his fingers pressed deep enough to bruise and it did. My skin stung under the fabric of my sweater. I winced out loud, grimacing from the growing pain.I tried to find my voice, to tell him off but my words fell apart on my tongue. It lacked the spine I wanted to display.Yet, a strange form of violence was brewing in my blood. I recognized the rage. It was my wolf's. She was pushing for control, she wanted to fight.As much as I'd love to let her, I was at the mercy of his pack grounds. He was still the alpha and I could get killed even if it was self-defense.I was helpless. The realiza
The drive back to the Stark mansion was surreal as if the world outside the car had softened at the edges. Ethan had called snow plowing services to clear out our path and from there, it was easy driving.The storm had passed, leaving behind a stillness that felt almost reverent. The sky was a crisp blue interrupted with bits of clouds being pushed away by a desperate rising sun.There were still bits of winter gloom in the ambiance but it didn't feel so to me. I couldn’t stop smiling.It wasn’t the well-measured smile I had grown accustomed to putting on, it was real. Something delightful was bubbling up from deep within me. A first in years.My fingers danced absently over my lips, still tingling from Ethan’s kiss. My whole body hummed with the lingering warmth of him, the weight of his hands, the gentleness of his hold.I had made the choice. And now I sat here, giddy and restless, my heart fluttering like I had swallowed an entire flock of butterflies on a sugar high. Did butterfl
He finally looked me in the eye. “I still do,” he softly admitted, sitting up to straighten his back as he faced me once again.I couldn't help it, staring at his lips. He was suddenly so close for me to consider touching them honestly. The breath I let out was shaky. My insides tingle.What was I to do with this? With him. With the way he wasn’t pushing, wasn’t demanding. Wasn’t taking. I reached to touch his face, gently caressing his cheek. He leaned into my touch and the air crackled between us.For so long, I had been waiting for the other shoe to drop. For him to say the kiss in that study was a mistake or it wasn’t supposed to happen. I would have believed it, after all, he was under some odd influence from my authority.But instead, he was waiting. He was giving me the choice and waiting for me to take it. Meanwhile, I was being so foolish getting caught up in my head with the idea that he didn't want me. Bond or not, Influence or not, Ethan wanted me.I smiled at him, my hear
CHAPTER 43“I’ve never had a mate.” Ethan began.My breath caught softly in my throat. A frown tugged at my brows. I raised my head slightly, just enough to see his expression. His eyes were hazed and seemingly distant.“Really?” I whispered.He leaned his head back against the seat, staring far ahead into nowhere in Particular. “Not in the way you have.” His lips twisted slightly. “The bond is supposed to be put in place way before we meet the one meant for us, right? That’s how it works for most wolves.”I nodded slowly. “Yeah pretty much.“He hummed. “But, I was born without the bond.”I blinked. “What do you mean? I thought everyone had a mate.“Ethan shrugged. “Being an Original is a lot of things. Strength. Longevity. Power beyond what most Alphas can comprehend. But it also means, "Solitude.” He trailed off, exhaling through his nose. “It means I’ve spent years, decades, without that connection.“The reality of his words sank in. Decades? I knew Originals aged differently, but
“This would be the perfect moment to whip out those blankets,” I shivered from the frigid air biting my skin. I was left in just my undershirt and tights and the thin materials were offering little protection against the creeping cold.Ethan didn’t say anything. Instead, he reached for a thick pile of blankets on the rear parcel shelf. I didn’t notice they were there, neatly folded in one spot.He loosened a black fuzzy one from its fold and draped it around my shoulders. The momentary closing of the space between us left me flustered. For a minute, he was too close and then he was not.The car was quiet, save for the howling wind outside and the rustling of the blankets. I pulled mine tighter around me, trying not to look at him. It was hard not to give the way his arms flexed as he settled a blanket around himself and the slow, controlled breaths he took as he moved.He was a sight, buried under the darkness of his dead car, buried under the snow, he was still quite a sight. A beaut
“Of all the times a snowstorm could hit,” I grumbled shakily to myself, my teeth chattering as another shiver wracked my body.“It doesn't really respect schedules,” Ethan remarked playfully.I only hummed In response, holding my body tighter hoping some warmth would flourish within me. Nothing happened. Wasn't this the perfect moment for any other of my powers to come alive? Hopefully, one that could stop me from freezing.“you're cold,” Ethan pointed out and I shot him a look, quirking an eyebrow.“Oh really? How'd you come by such a guess?“ I bit back, slightly annoyed.Ethan's gaze flickered to me, sharp and assessing. He ignored my sarcasm. “It's abnormal.”Would he stop staring? I scooted further into my seat, curling my lip in distaste. Something about the situation was prickling my nerves with irritation. “I noticed,” I said with my jaw clenched.“Do you think it's a Melbringer —” he began but I wasn't up for any sessions of speculation.“I can't think right now, Ethan. There
“I can't,” he retorted, tapping a button I guessed was to switch on the heat. I guessed so because my seat suddenly felt warmer.I leaned into the leather chair, letting the tension roll off my back.“So you say yet you can pinpoint my feelings to a thought,” I hummed out a sigh pressing my head against the window.He flexed his grip on the steering wheel. I wasn’t sure why I watched but his hands were awfully tight with tension. “It just comes naturally because we're —” he paused and for a minute, silence haunted us.“Connected,” I say absentmindedly. The word slipped from my mouth, soft and uncertain.“I wouldn't say, connected,” Ethan quickly responded as he drove. I turned to study his profile, the set of his jaw, the muscle ticking in his cheek.“Why not?“ My voice was quieter now, hesitant.A loud heartbeat passed. Then another and finally, after the third heartbeat, he glanced at me. “You're awfully good at keeping your distance, it’s hard to feel connected with you.“I didn't w
“I understand you're mad right now but you don't have to yell to communicate Ethan,” I stepped back, turning my gaze away as I folded my arms against my chest.The wind had picked up so the cold bit through my sleeves, but I didn’t move. I couldn’t move, not with the way Ethan was looking at me.“Oh so you do know how to stand up for yourself,” he jabbed in a calmer tone, but it did nothing to soften the impact of his words.My breath caught softly in my lungs. “Surely you're not insinuating that It's so easy to do so with,” I paused,” him.““Why not?“ He bit back, squinting his eyes.I couldn't answer so I chewed on my lip looking down at the road beneath my boots. The knot in my stomach twisted tighter with every second. My chest heaved slightly and my breaths came out in visible puffs. My nerves were frazzled and my body was colder. It was getting hard to think of anything to say.“Because he's your mate?“ He pressed on, spitting the word ‘mate’ like sand in his mouth.A heavy feel
“Pray tell mutt,” Ethan spoke in a measured resonant growl, stopping right in front of Higan. “Why shouldn't I end your misfortune-stricken life right now?“Higan’s shoulders twitched, his fingers flexing like he was considering something reckless. Then the groans got louder. I frowned, darting my gaze toward the source of the sound.I couldn't feel it myself but I knew somehow. Perhaps from the way my body hummed, or from the growing urge to touch Ethan, I knew. It was another pulse of authority.Higan’s breath hitched, and I watched, stunned, enthralled, terrified, as the weight of Ethan’s presence pressed him lower. I sucked in a shallow breath, my gaze darting from one to the other.“That's your defense? More thoughtless recklessness?“ Ethan mocked.I couldn't see the face he was making, all I could see was his back and his head tilted down as he looked down on Higan.The moment stretched, a battle of will and submission, but there was never a real fight. Higan never had a chance.
"Leftovers, that's what you are! Get that through your thin-molded skull," Higan’s voice was gruff and serrated as his words gutted me open.My gloves had frozen solid from my nerves exploding, I couldn't even try to defend myself with them in the way. I desperately wanted to freeze his hands off, to get him off me but I was stuck tight between his hold.His grip on my arms was anything but gentle as his fingers pressed deep enough to bruise and it did. My skin stung under the fabric of my sweater. I winced out loud, grimacing from the growing pain.I tried to find my voice, to tell him off but my words fell apart on my tongue. It lacked the spine I wanted to display.Yet, a strange form of violence was brewing in my blood. I recognized the rage. It was my wolf's. She was pushing for control, she wanted to fight.As much as I'd love to let her, I was at the mercy of his pack grounds. He was still the alpha and I could get killed even if it was self-defense.I was helpless. The realiza