Ella's P.O.VA chilling breeze drifted through the crack of a window, into the dungeon, swaying me back and forth like a pendulum bob dangling from a string. My legs which levitated above the ground felt numb and if not for the pain that stuck to me like a relentless companion, I'd be convinced that Damien had cut off my limbs.Through my bloodshot, haze-filled vision, I saw him standing before me, drenched from head to toe in blood---my own blood.His grip on the whip, which had etched agonizing lashes into my flesh, relaxed, and the whip thudded noiselessly on the cold stone floor."How do you feel?" Slipped past bloodied lips stained from what he'd tasted of me and he flinched in the darkness as the question hung between us. Did he seriously ask me this? Laughter, born from deep within my soul, erupted from my cracked lips, bouncing off the stone walls. Well, for one. Pain pulsed through my battered body, each throb a reminder of the torment I'd...endured. Do not get me wrong. I d
Aimee’s P.O.V I’d been staring at the box sitting on the bed for the most part of the morning since I’d woken up. Logan had it delivered earlier, before he left for some trade pack whatever but I couldn’t bring myself to take out the shimmering black slip of a dress that sat in it. Why Logan would want me to wear something this…exquisite for a burial ceremony was beyond me. But he said and I quote, “You might not be announced as my Luna…yet, but everyone knows you are my mate and no matter the occasion, you have to dress accordingly.” The dress was something meant for a club, not a solemn gathering of grieving people. Since Logan was the Alpha of a pack whose member had been involved in the murder of the daughter of the alpha of another pack, we both had to be there. But I knew I wouldn’t miss Sarah’s burial even if my life depended on it. She died in my place and the least I could do was pay her my last respects and this dress wasn’t in any way respectful. As I reached for the box
Author’s P.O.V *The hallway was empty left for the very clear and unmistakable figure of Isra—the head of the maids of the New Ridge Pack—who was toeing along the lockers before she stopped in front of the second to the last locker. Sneakily glancing over her shoulders, she unlocked the locker and slid in a brown paper bag and flowers. Then just as she’d come into view of the surveillance camera, she darted out of sight.* “There you go,” Professor Blackwood spoke up after the projector screen went black, signifying the end of the video. “Alpha Logan presented the wrong person.” If a pin dropped in the entire hallway filled with wolves of various packs, it would probably echo for miles. Slowly, the video Aimee had just watched started making sense and when it finally clicked, a gasp rose to her lips and she shot a look at Damien whose expression was shell-shocked…and crestfallen. Next to her, Logan was thoughtfully silent and she couldn’t understand what was going through his head
Damien had a plan and it had to work. After the talk he had with Logan during their run few days ago, Damien desperately wanted to show Ella’s true colors to everyone so why not kill a butcher with her own knife? Here he was in the dark cover of night with the vampires from the other side of the world, literally. The same vampire who had given him the blood was the only one he could turn to now. Adjusting the collar of his black jacket, Damien muttered. “I need you to help me steal the chat software password bound to this number. I can’t wait too long for it this time. I need to use it.” The corner of the vampire’s lips twitched. Everyone in their world knew how well-versed in technology the vampires were, the Vampire king did train some hackers but the technology was used to protect their internal firewalls, which could be regarded as world-class. But now, this werewolf wanted him to steal the freaking password of some useless chat app and thought it would take him time. “Okay, Da
She bent over quietly and pulled up HER mask, revealing only a pair of gleaming eyes. Seeing Damien enter the gate, Ella followed behind and walked in too. Damien was waiting for the elevator on the first floor, and Ella too was waiting not far away. she didn't dare to go into the same elevator as Damien, for fear of being recognized. But the other elevator was under maintenance, so this one was the only available one that could be used. She waited for Damien to enter before walking over, only to find out that he had gone to the top floor. Isn’t the room on the text 1024? What is this man doing on the top floor? Afraid of missing the most exciting scene, Ella gritted her teeth and could only make use of the stairs beside her. Only the fire emergency lights were on by the stairs at night, so it looked dark and scary. This building has a total of thirty-two floors, and Damien had gone to the top floor, so she had to run up. Oh shit. The silver was still in her bloodstream and she
It had been a week after Damien’s crazy plans to rat Ella out and it’d been the craziest and most intense week, Aimee had yet. Ella got to Logan before they could with the pictures and it was a hell of a ride trying to convince Logan to listen to them. Especially with the photo of Damien sharing a kiss with Aimee. A few broken noses later, Logan was finally ready to listen to them but not before Ella ran away. She got wind that her plan had backfired so she ran away from the pack before they could get to her. So Logan had his men out looking for her and Aimee was ready to shove it all behind her and resume back to the university. It took a lot to convince Logan not to pull Aimee out of the university after she lost consciousness on a hot afternoon. She still had no idea that she was pregnant, and Logan wasn’t about to tell her…it was just a miracle that her body didn’t show any changes…A miracle that worked for Logan. Aimee pushed out a breath and tried to focus on the classes but t
Aimee pressed the button next to her bed and a loud beeping noise filled the room. Two nurses rushed in, panicking. “What’s wrong Miss?”They were already checking her vitals but she shook her head and whispered. “Please tell him to go. Please. Please.”The nurses were terrified, sweat pooling on their faces as terror washed over them. Did she really request for them to chase Alpha Logan out of the hospital? he had never been to the hospital until the accident but it doesn’t mean they did not fear him as much as every other person in the pack. How will they ask him to leave?”“Aimee,” Logan began, reaching out to touch her but before he could, Aimee grabbed a fruit knife on the table next to the roll-up bed and stabbed at his shoulder without hesitation.Logan didn’t move to dodge it, the sound of a knife piercing his flesh filled the room, and his shirt was soon soaked with blood.Aimee’s face turned pale for a moment and the knife slipped through her shaky hands. Why didn’t he move
Aimee was driving on the highway, feeling numb and empty. She had never driven ever in her life. But somehow, she navigated the vehicle quite alright. The New Ridge Pack was right behind her, getting lost in the distance. She had just left, after she confronted Logan with the pregnancy test. He had accused her of cheating on him with Damien and Professor Blackwood. He had said he didn’t want the baby and he rejected the mate bond.She didn’t know what to say. Or how to feel or how to explain. She couldn’t even speak. All she knew was that she loved Logan more than anything and wanted to have a baby with him so bad. She wanted to surprise him wit the news.But he had ruined everything.She felt a tear roll down her cheek and roughly wiped it away with the back of her palm, trying to be strong. With no sense of direction, all Aimee wanted was to get away from him. From his pack.She shot a glance at the rearview mirror, hoping that he would follow her, hoping he would apologize, hoping
And we've have come to a definite end for these characters. If you got to this stage of the book with me, thank you so much for hanging on.I really do hope you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing.A little honesty tho, I had a lot of wtf moments while trying to build a cool male lead. With his backstory of abandonment issues, Logan seriously was out of control and I got overwhelmed a couple of times thinking of ways to make him cool... I kept thinking how do I make this guy lovable by my readers cos lol!!! I live for y'all honestly. Maybe it's my BPD, I just feel like this isn't my best or isn't up to par... I don't know (cue in y'all's reviews lol)A BIG Sorry to any of you who dropped a comment along the way saying the storyline wasn't what you wanted. any mistaken words would be cleared up once the editors resume.Thank you once again for reading and following my books.Lastly: This book led me down a path of self discovery and I realized that the world of werewolves wit
"Who have we come to say hi to again, Daddy?" Taylor inquired glancing over her shoulder at her father who towered above her. He lowered his gaze, beholding the captivating green eyes of his daughter, which mirrored his. A smile played at the corners of his lips and stretched them until his pearly whites greeted the twin, who had a look of inquisition etched to her face. "Well," he began, placing a hand on her shoulder and softly squeezing it. "Grandma," a chuckle that sounded like a rumble from the back of his throat slipped out of his mouth at the question. Taylor lowered her head, returning her eyes to the tombstone that had the name, "Elaine" engraved on it. Her eyes scanned for when her grandmother was born, and when she saw it, she snapped her gaze to her twin sister, Carla. Both girls crouched in front of the tombstone, dropping off the flowers their father had purchased for them. "What killed grandmother Elaine?" Carla asked, throwing a glance of inquisition over her shou
"When are you going to take this off?" Aimee giggled, lightly touching the blindfold placed over her eyes. It was double-folded so there was no way she could see through the material. Curiosity had her senses piqued and she wondered where they were headed as she could feel the vibration of a car's engine beneath her."I have a truth to show you, Aimee, and then you choose." Her professor's voice came back all mysterious and dark, making Aimee roll her eyes.It might end up being another surprise like the one he'd given her a few days ago. That had been one of the happiest times of her life. Lily spent the entire day with them and when she left, she left with the promise not to tell a soul of Aimee's location. "But I wanna see now!" She whined, trying to peek through but stopped when she felt the pressure of his hands on her thighs."Stop." He murmured. "Just a little while longer.""Fine. A clue though?" She begged, shrouded in darkness."Hmmm." He hummed thoughtfully. "Do you trust
“This is perfect.” She adjusted her sunglasses, trying and failing to move around on the sun lounger. The sun was just right, cooking her skin into a smoothed light brown. “You are perfect.” Came the deep masculine voice next to her. She blushed. Hard. Compliments never seemed to come short from him.“Do you want more of that?” he pointed at the coconut milk she’d been sipping since they arrived at the beach on the private property.“Nah, I’m cool.” Her eyes, hidden by the glasses crinkled at the sides from the grin that appeared on her lips. She couldn’t remember when last she felt this happy. Something she thought was never possible for her after everything. “You’re thinking, Aimee.” He sang, making her chuckle lightly. “Remember our promise.”“Fine. Fine. Sorry.” She muttered, leaning over to reach for the sunscreen but she was too far from it. if she could just move her legs so she would be able to…“There. I got you.” He grabbed the bottle and handed it to her. As she took it,
Logan woke up with a start, the jarring screech of the alarm cutting into him like a meat-saw slicing through bone. His eyes fluttered open groggily, staring at the dull ceiling above him as cognizance slowly found him.Fuck. Another day. Another day has dawned. Without her.He showered quickly, got out and as he wiped the steam from the mirror, he took his reflection in with a pathetic blend of disappointment and acceptance. His eyes were hollow and drawn, vague blue-black rings forming semi-circles beneath them.“Maaateee.” He whispered, as he leaned both hands on the sink, trying to say the word the way Aimee used to say it to him. “Maateee.” He knew it was pathetic. But fuck, there was a big hole in his chest that refused to fill up. He shook his head and a sigh rose to his lips.You have got to pull yourself together. Fucking hell he had to. He couldn’t afford to lose his shit like he had that day. No, he had to be strong.He roughly rubbed a towel into his hair, collecting the d
Aimee was sick with worry. She moved her wheelchair to and fro as she counted the hands of seconds with the clock as it ticked by. Where was Logan? He had been gone before she woke up and when asked, Damien said he’d gone to take care of some pack business and would be back before noon.But it was already 7pm in the evening and there was no sign of him. Her heart felt heavy at the thought of what he could be doing that would keep him out this late. She even felt worse because she couldn’t go out to look for him. Her legs were pulsing with pain from how worried she was too. She just felt extremely miserable and lonely. Damien had stayed with her for the most part of the morning but when he tried to kiss her, she’d told him to get out of her sight. He didn’t even seem apologetic after she brushed him off. Aimee knew Damien had changed, had gotten colder and brazen. Anything she tried to talk to him about Ella, he was really cold and gaze little information. He was searching for her, all
After he finished speaking, he took his jacket and wanted to walk towards the door but his vision was so blurry that he could barely see his own fingers held in front of his face clearly..Seeing him like this, Ethan didn't feel comfortable to let him drive, so he hurried over to help him, his eyebrows wrinkled in disgust.Logan’s body began to heat up, and an indescribable sensation pulsed through him."Go to the room upstairs,” Ethan said, supporting him to stand. “You can’t drive in this state.”Logan suppressed the impulse in his heart and said that he had already guessed that he was just not only drunk. Something else was going on.Ethan also noticed it, and his eyes flashed coldly, "Such a problem actually happened in my place! Should I call the doctor?"The effect of this drug was very strong that Logan shook his head, his tone was painfully suppressed, "Take me to the room..."Ethan didn't dare to delay, and helped him out.Nancy’s eyes lit up in the corridor as she saw them s
“Bruce had a change of plans.” Nancy said, plucking at a loose thread on the hem of her dress. She always seemed to only wear dresses. “But I’m going to turn it into my favor.”“Hmm,” Ella said disinterestedly, “What’s that?”“He agreed to my plan of drugging Logan and sleeping with him.” A smirk twisted the sides of her lips. “Bruce thinks I’m only just going to pretend to sleep with him while he takes videos and have it sent to Aimee. He doesn’t know I fully intend to conceive of a child for his brother.”“Where does this put me?” Ella suddenly snapped, her eyes alight with irritation.“I didn’t ask you to rush ahead and turn yourself into a fucking rogue with a bounty prize over her head.” Nancy snapped right back. “Anyway, once I conceive of his baby, Logan will only care about me and then once I have him under my thumb, I’ll make him let you back into the pack and Aimee is yours to do with as you please. Do you still want Damien or you’re done with his bullshit after everything?”
But she was wrong. Logan was trembling from lust. It was sick but seeing her staring at him with such innocence like the first time he’d seen her was driving him crazy. He didn’t want her seeing him getting hard while he had put her on a wheelchair."Oh, oh, fine..." Although her heart was spasming like crazy with hurt, Aimee did not hesitate and tried to control the wheelchair to move backwards, but the wheelchair was not obedient at this time. She tried hard for a few minutes, but she was still spinning in place.She could feel that Logan’s gaze was getting hotter and hotter, like a thick flame that was going to burn her whole body and more tears pooled in her eyes. She was just a crippled omega.She was so flustered that she didn't dare to raise her head and look at him, her face was as red as a boiled shrimp while her eyes were soaked.Gritting his teeth, Logan had no other choice. He threw off the duvet that covered his hard as nails dick and stomped over to Aimee. He stopped rig