Logan's P.O.VGuilt ate at me as my mate stormed away from my study. I ached to go after her and make everything right but a cutting glance at the witch hanging off my arms told me it was a bad idea. but for how long could I keep this up? I mean I could just torture out the truth from Nancy but I knew it wouldn't get me the answers I needed. Nancy was a witch and except I was ready to burn her on a stake--which was most likely to kill her--she wouldn't give me the information I knew she had on Bruce. My hunch never failed me and this time it was telling me Nancy had everything to do with Bruce's escape from the Northern prisons. After getting rid of the clingy witch on my arms, I instructed Damien to head back to the tower for Aimee. Something tugged at my gut and the hairs at the back of my head were standing on end like a premonition of some bad omen. Even Kevin was restless in my psyche and I chalked it all up to the stress I've been under. Then I shoved it all into a mental b
Damien’s P.O.V “Sit down.” I said in a deceptively calm tone, leaning against the doorjamb. Staring into her defiant gaze, cold rage boiled in my veins and I wondered how I ever thought of Ella as innocent. “Damien, I…” She started in a weak voice but I cut her off with a deathly glare. “Don’t you dare say my name and sit down, dammit!” She blanched and a nerve jumped in her neck before she lowered herself onto the edge of my bed but she didn’t lower her gaze. Anger and bitterness burned in my chest but unlike Logan, I didn’t know how to lash out, how to express exactly how I was feeling with my actions. A curse and also a blessing if you look at it from different angles. I had a special trait of keeping my cool, no matter how I truly felt so this made me a natural peacemaker and a silent killer. The type of person that’d creep up on you without you having any idea of what they’ve gotten in store for you. But at the same time, my general exterior and calmness is exactly what made
Ella’s P.O.V Please…kiss me back. Please don’t hate me. I can take anything the world shoves at me other than this look of repulsion on your face. I cried silently as I raked my teeth over his lips, trying to force them open. I was crushed against him, feeling every inch of his body on mine. I could barely draw a breath, but I didn’t care. I wanted him to consume him, to erase the pain and the guilt that haunted me. He was my salvation, my damnation, my everything. Damien was mine, and I would fight anyone who tried to take him away from me. And Aimee tried.She could have chosen to be a rogue. She was strong. Somehow, she’d have found her way back to her pack. But instead, she pretended to be a damsel in distress and took what was mine. I should have been the one he marked. Damien should have looked a
Logan’s P.O.VRed. Red. Red.No matter where I looked, that was the only thing I saw. I should have killed more. Five of my men weren’t enough. But a retrospection to the night I spent in the cage grounded me and I slammed my fist into my desk. The damn thing didn’t even budge. Fucking mahogany.Closing my eyes for a brief second, I peeled them open almost immediately as images haunted me. My lungs tightened as if a rope was wrapped around them, causing a vicious pounding behind my lids.Blood. Bruises. Hatred in her eyes. “Thank you.” I tasted ashes and bitterness on my tongue. I had absolutely no fucking idea what went down in the Beta’s tower, having trusted Damien with dominion to take care of the affairs involving the warriors and maids but he failed me. He had one fucking job, to make sure no harm comes to Aimee, yet… I punched my back into my seat.The past few hours were the hardest times I’d ever gone through. Interrogating the maids and forcing them to tell the truth without
Logan’s P.O.V I didn’t bother shooting off a reply to Mannes, knowing better than to ask questions over the phone. Sliding the cold device into my pocket, I snatched my jacket and swung out of my study, leaving behind a mess of paperwork that meant fuck all to me. Pack negotiations…alliances confirmation…peace treaties. Things that I couldn’t give a rat’s ass about at this moment in my life. I mind-linked my Beta to get the car ready and meet me at the entrance. “Here, you drive.” I threw him the keys as I reached the car. He looked stunned, but he caught them easily not daring to voice an opinion. He knew better than to cross me when I was in this state. And before Aimee, this was always my state. “And for the love of Hades, do not speak to me during the ride.” He blew out a breath and got in the driver’s seat. I slid in after him and he started the engine at me and tore away from the mansion. We drove in silence for the most part, heading toward the outskirts of my pack. The t
Logan's P.O.V I found myself torn between cradling Katie's lifeless body and pursuing him. And the bastard hadn’t even budged from the door as though he was taunting me and enjoyed watching my torment. Mannes and Damien were frozen in shock, their eyes and mouth wide open. Turning my attention back to Katie, I gently lifted her head, only to be met by vacant, dull eyes devoid of life. "Katie," I whispered, a lump forming in my throat. Guilt crashed over me; this was my fault too. If I hadn't... Damn it, how did you get caught up in this mess? How did this even happen? "Katie, I'm so sorry," I choked, pressing my finger to her neck in futile hope of detecting a heartbeat. Silence was my only response. Raising my gaze, I saw Bruce still standing by the door, now smirking with a wicked satisfaction. Flames of anger surged within me; I wanted to tear him apart, to rip out his throat. Yet, I couldn't leave Katie's side, not like I did with Aimee's body on that grass. My fists clenched, c
Logan’s P.O.VPerching lightly on the edge of the bed, my eyes roved over her agitated face. Ensuring not to disrupt her slumber, I leaned in, my fingers trailing delicate paths across her pale, soft skin. My touch ventured to her dry, parted lips as she took in gentle breaths. Her skin looked clammy and sickly, nothing like the delicious creamy softness I adored. Lashes so long it caressed her cheeks, hiding the dark bags that had grown under her eyes, a clear indication of her weariness despite being unconscious. My fingertips traced the dry trails of tears on her cheeks. A pang of guilt clutched my heart, and I closed my eyes, letting it consume me whole. Because I knew that I was the cause of her current state.I sighed to myself. A part of me was glad that she wasn’t awake because I didn’t want to see the look in her eyes when she takes me in or listen to what I wanted to confess, not to only her, but also to myself. “I know that I forced you into my world,” I began in a hushed
Aimee’s P.O.VHe slammed the door behind him, leaving me alone in the dimly lit room. I stared at the empty space where he had stood, puzzled by his behavior. Why was he cold to me? And why did it hurt me? I felt a dull throb in my neck as I touched the mark he left on me. Oh, right. The stupid marking.Hey Kira. I mind link, closing my eyes in concentration. Do you have any idea why Beta Damien is angry with me?She yawned in my head, sounding like she had just woken up from a deep slumber. “I dunno. Do you want me to mind link his wolf? The marking bond was completed while you were unconscious and I can… talk to him if you want.”Did I really want to go that far? I pondered, fingering the edge of the envelope he’d dropped on my leg. It felt like something intimate between two mates. I’ve taken too much from Ella already and she didn’t even hurt me for it. Bonding with his wolf felt too much like a betrayal to her. My stomach churned as the memory of her hurt expression after she saw