Do you guys think Cassandra will be able to open the book?
I shivered slightly, leaning against the shelf for comfort. We were so close now. I could feel his breath all around me in this narrow space between the shelves. His presence was encompassing and the electric sensation crackled in the air. All this was triggered because of the words he had said and the action that followed it was on my mind. I looked at the book in his hands, wild thoughts passing through my mind, just at the content of it. I had a whoosh of blood pass through my veins and my heart thumped wildly in my chest, so hard, I was sure he could hear it.My breath hitched in my throat when his fingers pressed against the front of the book, ready to open it. There was a grin on his face, telling me that he was amused by my behaviour. I bit my lip when he finally flipped open the book, ready for what was in store for us.A frown settled on my face. I turned to look at Jake who has an equal expression as I did. Was this...some prank? Blinking twice, I turned my attention back to
I frowned at his retreating figure, my head swirling with thoughts, with mostly anger and frustration dominating it. He is not the boss of me, he doesn't have to control me and whatever I do. I'm not a child.And after all the effort I had tried, just to open the book, the amount of magical energy I poured into it, everything, he wants me to drop it, just because he said so? Fuck that.My fists clenched angrily at my sides and I gritted my teeth hard. Alpha or not, he shouldn't think that he can control me or use me as his puppet. It was fun and all in bed, I actually liked it when he took control and dominated me sexually. It seemed more natural and more of a primal instinct than him forcing it onto me. This time though, he should learn his boundaries. I was a person too, just like he was. And I don't think he would appreciate others telling him what to do.I was an independent person naturally, before the triplets crawled into my heart. Even still, Jared and Jake respected my decisi
Anger clouded my vision. All I could see was red. His mouth was moving, but I couldn't hear what he was saying. I was unable to process it. He was doing it again. Trying to restrict me, trying to control me within his grasp. Does he not realize how annoying that was? Does he not realize how much I just want to..."Argh!" I shot my hands forward towards him, sending a fire plume his way. I watched how his eyes widened in shock with satisfaction. He was thrown on his back immediately and I could see his clothes singe from it.The satisfaction was wiped off immediately from my face the moment I saw him get up with a groan, still clutching to the amulet for dear life. His wounds were healing quicker than I thought, due to the regenerative abilities in his Lycan blood. "Try...all you can, Cassandra. I'm never letting it go, not for one bit. That is, unless you use it only for practicing your magic and nothing else," he groaned, staring at me with determination filled in his eyes.That pis
Steeling myself, I finally decided to go to Jason's room. It's not good to hold grudges and maybe I can pull out the truth from him somehow. The most important thing is to apologize to him first, though. I wasn't happy with what I did, despite my anger and it was eating me up inside. I needed to get it out of my chest and this was the only way to. I patted down my creased dress, swinging my legs over to the side of the bed and letting my feet touch the cold, hardwood floor. I slipped into my little fluffy bunny slippers, already out the door, ready to make amends.The house was silent, unusually so. It was probably due to the tension that filled it and I didn't blame them for it. Honestly, this eerie silence almost made me tug my tail in between my legs and scurry back to my room, but I stood my ground. Nothing's gonna work if one of us doesn't take the initiative to bring peace. One way or the other, we were going to talk to each other someday and we can't avoid the talk and confronta
"No," His voice was sharp, yet at the same time not angry. There was a light undertone of warning in his tone, indicating to me that he definitely wasn't going to budge, not one bit. I was a bit upset though. I didn't like him keeping something major from me, especially when it has something to do with the ancestral witches. Plus, the amulet was my belonging now, whether he agreed or not. I needed it to practice more spells from the book. I'm barely into my Earth attribute training and now that he has taken it—and I'm not sure when he's giving it back— I'm going to do very badly without it.His face softened on seeing my expression and I could almost feel his body loosen up from all the tension in it. "Let's...just not talk about magic for now. It would be best. Don't even think about it. Let's just have a normal conversation," he suggested, trying to divert my attention away from the amulet.It was a poor attempt, to say in the slightest. His vague way of pushing away the subject f
"Yes," I nodded my head frantically, my dark curls bouncing with each bob. Jason cracked a smile at my eagerness, but I didn't care. His offer was like a dream, the perfect dream. Having sex and just overall being around the triplets, being myself, loving them and living my reverse harem life. This was all I wanted, all I ever hoped for and he is throwing it at my feet. Just like that! I recalled the first few days when we got to the pack house, how I had to cast a spell to physically restrain myself from touching them inappropriately so that I won't accidentally out and scandalize my mother and Dan and also our guests, Gilda and Emery.With this opportunity of a trip, where we can be ourselves and are free to do what we want, without the questions of bloodline and familiar relations popping up, of course I'm ready to go with them. I can't believe they doubted me when it comes to that. I can almost imagine it now, the salty wind from the beach blowing my hair back, three of my "boyf
Damien sat at the head of the dining table, his frame hunched over the hearty meal placed down for him. A large, raw steak, a bottle of pure, refined blood and a casserole, infused with blood sat before him, ready to be consumed. His fork stabbed the steak, hungrily watching how the blood was pierced from it, staining the white china immediately. His knife followed, cutting the piece into tiny bits, before popping it into his mouth. He preferred human blood or a particular witch's blood, but this would do for him. He opened up the bottle, pouring himself a tall glass of blood, rinsing his mouth with it. It was sweet, indicating that it was a human's blood.He liked all blood, though, human blood was his favourite. Vampire blood didn't really do it for him, it was quite tasteless to say the least. The worst tasting blood for him, was the werewolves. He absolutely detested it and only drinks on rare occasions. Witches, however...Damien has had a chance to taste a witch's blood, he has
The jet finally landed at the aerodrome, indicating that we had finally reached our destination. My body shook with excitement, the whole ride here. You could imagine my shock when Jared took me over to the private jet and started loading my things in. It was at that moment I knew that they were rich. Jason, noticing my shock, explained to me that not only is their father a millionaire, but they were also equally all millionaires too. The information was too much for me to handle, if I was being honest. They seemed so humble and closed off, that I wouldn't have thought they'd be so wealthy. I mean, I was already aware of their influence and affluence, but still, I didn't think it would be this much!My amazement and awe were still justified when we got out of the jet and into a limousine. I still wasn't sure of where we were going, since all they gave me was vague answers, but with this grand and luxury treatment I was receiving, I was sure that it was going to be amazing.We got in, t
***Our honeymoon at the resort was nothing short of a paradise. It was wonderful being able to flaunt my husbands out to everyone without living in fear of what people would say anymore. There was the occasional criticism from strangers, but it’s nothing that I couldn’t handle, especially not with my six-foot and above husbands threatening to destroy anyone that antagonizes me on sight.Husbands. The title made me giggle.In a paranormal sense, they were my mates and we were bonded on a more spiritual level than what the basis of marriage was, but it made me happier to call them my husbands, especially since it’s not far from the truth either. They even went as far to give me rings, three of them, which I wore each day and alternated when I felt like it.I was genuinely happy. I loved my life now and I wished my joy would never end. We ate together each morning and went sightseeing, sometimes we would lounge on the beach, and at other times we would go to the mall to shop or to the
It’s been months since the ordeal. Exactly three months since Jake and Jared regained their consciousness and opened their eyes from the coma. I sighed, watching the ocean crash against the shore in slow, rhythmical movements, enjoying the salty sea breeze. I had my mating ritual a week ago and currently we are on our honeymoon. I wouldn’t say that life had been easy on us, reaching up to this point, but I was just grateful that finally, I had my moment of peace and love. When the two of them woke up from their week-long torpor, they were happy, albeit, some of the Lycans took this as a chance to condemn us all. Apparently, the word that the four of us were in a relationship had spread like a wildfire, though we weren’t trying to hide it after the whole event. There was a huge amount of backlash and even when we explained to them that we were mates and even threw in the Red String of Fate theory to them, most of them ignored it and chose not to believe us. It was at that moment th
“Gilda. Let’s not go into hasty decisions,” Jason started calmly as if her words didn’t affect him in the slightest. “You’re an adult and honestly I’m fine with any decision that you make and whatever you find is best for you. I will respect it nevertheless. But do not bring that child into the equation, okay? Leave your baby out of it,” he pointed to her stomach sternly, his eyes narrowed to slits.Her gaze went defensive once again. “What are you talking about—”“Like I said, I will respect your decision, but leave the baby out of it. The baby has to be born before you carry out any plans you have in mind. Because I don’t think Emery would appreciate you doing that to your child, when he was so excited to see them,” Jason said, with an air of finality in his voice. His face and voice were cold and cutting, but it was just exactly what Gilda needed. She didn’t want any pity remarks or sympathetic looks thrown her way, she needed the reality check and Jason gave it to her on a cold pl
Beep. Beep. Beep. The heart monitor beside the hospital beds beeped simultaneously, both soothing and disturbing at the same time. It pained me to see them lying motionless on the beds, but at the same time, I felt a sense of relief, just knowing that they were alive. It was good enough for me. The high-pitched electronic sound was my only hope in the dark. It was the anchor that was keeping me afloat. Without those two shrill sounds, I don’t know what I would do…It has been a week since the war. A week since we buried Dan, Emery and the rest of the people that died in the war. Surely enough, the whole community was thrown into a frenzy. Wails and tears everywhere for their loved ones and families, all the lycans were thrown into despair and devastation. I was still numb from the whole thing. I couldn’t even process that Dan and the others were gone, it all still felt imaginary, like a sick nightmare that I was ready to wake up from. To top it all off, Jake and Jared are in a coma
Jason’s words rang through my head like a siren and I stared at him in disbelief. I couldn’t believe my ears. I couldn’t believe that he would say that and give me up so easily. I looked at Jared and Jake, seeing their faces contorted in pain and agony, that I could also feel from the throbbing of my heart. They were slowly dying. If they don’t get those chains off of them soon, they will die. As disappointed and hurt as I was, listening to Jason’s negotiation, I understood that it was the best alternative.Damien looked surprised, yet at the same time he looked morbidly pleased with the turn out, as if he was expecting Jason to surrender in the first place. “Well, it’s up to you Cassandra. Do you agree to be with me in return for the release of your lovers, or if you want, I could kill them all right in front of you. Choose your pick,” he grinned at me, like he was telling a joke only he knew. I was disgusted.I looked at Jason once again, my chest heavy laden and heartbroken as I tu
Jason instantly turned to the man, giving him his full attention, but I, on the other hand, was finding it hard to keep my blush down. Was Jason just about to say that he loved me? I shook my head and tried to focus on the conversation in front of me. Now wasn’t the time.“…the helicopter is here to pick you up sir,” the Lycan said and that snagged me out of the previous thoughts I was having. “Good. Tell the pilot that I’ll be there soon,” Jason ordered, dismissing the man before turning to me. My stomach churned a bit and I had an idea of what he was about to say next. “Cassandra…I know you may not like this, but I would have to ask you to sit this one out—”“No,” I folded my arms across my chest and flared up at him. I can’t believe that he would tell me something like that. He opened his mouth to insist again, but I shut him down faster than he would have liked. He frowned this time, keeping his expression stern, though I knew that he wasn’t really annoyed with me, he just wante
Damien folded his arms, looking nonchalant and unscathed in the face of the catastrophe all around him. Blood spilled and splattered everywhere, guts and internal juice as well and the smell of smoke and ash with each breath he took. He barely made moves to kill anyone, watching as his men sliced, cut down and were also cut down by their opponents.Any onlooker who was watching Damien would see and notice his calm demeanor, but on the inside, Damien was fuming. One would think that he would be happy from all the chaos caused by him and the upper hand he had against the Lycans, but they would be wrong. He was in a rageful fit.It had been hours since he arrived in the Lycan Territory and began killing his way into the heart of it all. It had also been hours since he got feedback that Cassandra wasn’t even in the Territory at the moment, that she had been long gone since, even before the war started, so there was no chance of chasing after her even if he wanted to. He had tried to pry t
“What?!” Jason growled, the sound reverberating through my bones and it was not in the soothing way I was used to. He was pissed. The veins by the sides of his temple grew prominent the angrier he got, bulging in time with the ones around his arms and muscles. On any other day, I would have taken the time to admire them, but now wasn’t the right time to. My eyes sought his pleadingly, however, he was too far gone in his anger to even see me. “Do you know how risky and dangerous it was, keeping this secret from us?! I can’t fucking believe that you knew this for so long, yet you kept it from us! What the fuck were you thinking?! Do you know if the warlock had bad intentions towards you? Or what…do you really think that you can go toe to toe with him? Cassandra, I know that you are strong, I have seen your abilities and I don’t doubt your strength in any way or form. But I’ve seen his powers first hand and I’m very sure he could overpower you if he wanted to. That’s not even the point
Swoosh. My head felt like jelly as something akin to a rush of wind passed through my brain, leaving me lightheaded. Behind my eyelids, light in circular rings passed through them like a hypnotic wave, forcing me in it, as if trapping me and truly, that’s how I felt. The bed underneath me disappeared and though I felt stable, it seemed like I was floating on air. Even Jason that was in front of me had disappeared, leaving a trail of pixel-like splatters in his place. It was confusing, yet I couldn’t break my focus.Soon, the white light was replaced with multiple films of images swirling all around me. I frowned, wondering they were and what they could mean to me, when a sudden sense of nostalgia and deja vu hit me like a truck. I realized that in these moving images all around, each of them held a picture of me or rather, a memory of me. The ones where I was happy, the moments when I was sad, ones when I was angry, each of them were all inarguably me. It was bizarre, but then everyt