Gulping, I determinedly jump into my car even if it isn't standing in the same place I parked it.
An old rock song starts playing from the CD inserted ages ago. It randomly plays now and then, and I celebrate inwardly when the car moves away from the forest clearing to It's My Life by Bon Jovi.
It's a bumpy ride, and I sing along with the song while taking off my blouse. I'm practically shouting the lyrics, and trust me, I'm entirely tone-deaf, the person who makes babies cry.
Who cares?
No one is listening.
"Do you always sing in the car?" A deep, familiar voice asks from behind my shoulders—startling me to the point it causes a knee-jerk reaction. I almost drive off the road, and the bobblehead of a dancing Stitch figure topple down on the floor, rolling to the back of the car.
"Fuck!" I splutter, looking into the rearview mirror and getting the shock of my life—Ryan is sitting in the backseat.
I freeze but somehow manage to
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Feeling a shiver run down my spine, I stare at Ryan—he is waiting for my reaction by the looks of it. Smirking behind the wheel with his charm bleeding into his features. "M-Mate?" I question. My father mentioned something about hybrids having mates, but I assumed their mates could only be hybrids themselves. Kind of like wolves only picking other wolves to mate with; then again, dogs exist for a reason. "Did I stutter?" Ryan asks. His cold tone got me crossing my arms across my chest until I notice the bastard is stifling laughter—he is fucking with me. "I'm just not sure what that means," I'm not lying. "Is it some magical bond between people?" "Hm, I guess you could call it that..." "Sounds like lots of crap and bullshit." I kick up my feet on the dashboard, not surprised at finding Ryan's new friends still chasing us. Ryan glances at my naked legs, and I grow self-conscious, reminded that I'm only wearing my bra, co
Ryan I glance down at my mate through hooded eyes. Her newly discovered fear of me makes her appear smaller, and I hold my breath, not sure how to fix this building wall between us. I don't want her to be fearful of me—she is the last person on this planet that I would hurt. "Maybe I went too far..." I comment. She doesn't answer. Numbing pain is rumbling through me, and a raw scream of loneliness echoes through the walls of my mind. Without my memories, I don't understand where this darkness within me comes from. I think I used to be a psychopath in my past life, and my precious mate got to witness my corruption from the front row, see how I tore out the heart of my enemies with ease. There is no wonder she is afraid of me. Not knowing what else to do, I crouch down and take a seat under the blazing sun. Hybrids aren't sensitive to light, we share that feature with humans, but sweating isn't something I can control.
Amelia After Ryan's flirtatious comment about eating my pussy, I'm clutching the wheel with whitening knuckles. My heart is like a violin playing on broken strings. Hurt and pain are consuming me, flooding my senses and drowning me from within. I loved Ryan, back when he was a human with a dark past, but this Ryan is different. Not only is he a hybrid, but he seems more radiant, happier somehow, and that scares me. What if I fall in love with this version of Ryan, who isn't burdened by his past? And then I wake up and find the darker Ryan in my bed, the one who barely smiled? No, that would be terrible. I should stay away from this version of Ryan, wait for his memories to return so that I don't fall in love with someone who might not exist tomorrow. Ryan is scanning the floor of my car, cracking up when the Stitch figure with the hula dress rolls down to his foot. He picks it up and smiles at me, unknowingly speeding up my heart. "Thi
Ryan is stalking me like a shadow, following me as I round every corner of the tent village. Women and children are washing clothes, laughing and smiling, while the men play a dice game by a large table outside one of their restaurants. "Wow!" Ryan's eyes are darting from place to place. Then, finally, he has to step out of the way when a kid and his dog run past him. "This place is so bouncy and filled with life." "I know," I round another tent, smiling when I see the shaman's tent right ahead of us. "They are a bunch of nomads traveling in old circus carts. They mostly live on the road, but when they build up their village, it never ceases to amaze me." "It's beautiful." I glance over at Ryan's face. He tilts his head, smiles, and when I realize he is trying to flex himself, appear more extensive, or whatever, I just shake my head and keep walking. At that moment, I conclude that I like him more than I initially thought. He is funny. "This i
Ryan It's funny how memories work. One second you're sitting there, trying to puzzle your life together, and in the next, you kiss the love of your life, and everything comes rushing back to you. I can remember everything, but the truth is that I've changed. I no longer seek revenge—Ola Svensson is dead. And after my own near-death experience, I realize that Amelia is the most important person in my life. So, honestly, I've turned a new leaf—my old family is dead, but Amelia is alive, and it's thanks to her that I'm still breathing. But the thing is, Amelia never got to know the real me, the person I was before darkness got a hold of my heart. She likes this Ryan more, so I don't plan to tell her that I remember anything. "The nomads claim their shaman can tell the future," Amelia says with a strange smile and a wrinkled nose—I don't think she believes in the shaman. "And do you believe them?" I ask, despite knowing the answer. Amelia
Amelia I should be on my way to the hideout; instead, I'm strolling around with Ryan in the forest. These are my practice grounds, and the targets are spread, put on at least fifteen different trees. Ryan is leaning against a great oak, watching me intently with those blue eyes and the hint of a telltale smirk. The cocky bastard doesn't believe I can hit all the targets, and I'm about to show him wrong. "It doesn't matter if you miss some of the targets—hit one, and I'm impressed." I laugh. "I will hit more than one, hot stuff." Ryan begins saying something, but I turn around to silence him, focusing on the target to my right. Within seconds, I become one with my bow and release the arrow. There is a snapping sound, and I watch the feathered arrow travel with the wind, hitting the target with ease. A smile latches on to my lips, and I turn around to face Ryan. His eyes have widened substantially, and I bend down to pick up my water bot
Amelia Ryan is holding me above the water. Animalistic grunts leave his lips in between our kisses, and I lean into him on impulse, urgent to get my dark desires taken care of. His shoulders are broad and muscular, drenched with a thin layer of sweat. I knead my fingers into the skin behind his back, sinking lower down his carved abs until I can feel his massive erection tickle my opening. I tilt my head to look at Ryan. The bronzed tan and his new muscles look damn sexy on him—he feels like heaven underneath my fingertips too. Fuck. I want him buried deep inside of me. Ryan is hung, and I want to know how it feels to have him stretch me, pound into me with the incredible force of his body. Sensually, I lean closer to his thick neck. He smells divine. "I want you inside of me," I whisper with my eyelashes fluttering. I'm shaking—my lower regions are pulsating, needing something to fill them up. "Please, fuck me." Ryan chuckles before whisperin
RyanAfter I've bitten Amelia, she turns limp in my arms. I'm not sure where the instinct to bite her came from, but I'm glad she allowed me to leave a mark on her neck.It seems my teeth formed something that resembles a tattoo—it's the shape of a half-moon and turning into a shade of cyan."It's starting to turn dark," Amelia mumbles while resting her head against my chest, right above my heart. Can she feel it beating for her? "I have to go back... But I don't want to go. Not after I've finally found you again."I begin walking for the shore through the cold water while breathing in the scent of her hair. My eyes close on their own, and I intuitively press her harder into me, determined to warm up her cool skin."It's not like this is the last time we will see each other," I tell her in a low voice. "We will meet again."Amelia inhales heavily and lifts her chin. Her beautiful green eyes peer into mine with what can only be describe
Ryan My memory is foggy. The last thing I remember is that uncomfortable hospital bed with my five grandkids crying and holding my hands. Maeve was smiling sadly from a chair in the far back, and Wyatt leaned in to whisper: "I love you, dad." Did I die? I glance down at my hands, oddly aware that I'm not dreaming. My wrinkles are there, but my back pain is gone. How peculiar. What is this place? I've never been here before, yet I feel at ease. And the air is so fresh, like apples, a rainy day, and the ocean breeze combined. Breathing it in is like experiencing a rebirth, and I look ahead, wondering what I might find if I keep walking. Carefully, I walk forward, lifting my head to be blown away by the waterfalls crashing down and landing nowhere. "This place sure is beautiful... Like a dream..." The sky is darker than black, but the flowers on the floor, growing on the walls of the mountain in clutches—they are glowing in these
Maeve We have spent one week in the hybrid village. I haven't recovered entirely yet, and I'm not sure if I ever will. We are giving the magical healing thing one more day before giving up and accepting that I'm blind. The world is scary when everything is dark, but things still feel light even if my vision is gone. Like my feet when I'm around Wyatt. We have talked things out and decided to become a couple. Even though I'm blind, he is still the sexiest man on earth. And me being blind isn't precisely a handicap—now I can freely grope him, squeeze his super-hero muscles, and blame it on being blind. It makes him laugh every time, especially when I was using that excuse when I was licking his abs yesterday. And fuck me. Wyatt seriously has the mightiest abs, like rocks inserted into his body and then draped over with human skin. He is seriously so gorgeous—a sex god sent to earth. Flames sear within me—merely thinking about having Wyatt to mys
Maeve Wyatt gently places me down on a bed. The innkeeper told us to get some rest before she attempts to heal my eyes. She used up most of her stamina, patching up my wounds and stopping the bleeding—it no longer feels like I'm leaking. "I shouldn't have brought you with me," Wyatt says as he crashes down behind me. "It's my fault that Bob and Garett died." His sheer weight got me tumbling into him, and his arm falls over me, holding me in place. It sounds like he is crying. It breaks my heart because I feel at ease with him, safe. He is like a giant teddy bear, but right now, he is vulnerable, and it tears me apart. I suck oxygen into my lungs, fully aware of my heartache. "Hey," I whisper at Wyatt, holding his shaking hand. "It's not your fault that they died—we didn't know Marcus had a bomb, and Bob made his own decision to save me." "I know, I'm just..." He is breathing into my neck with his curly locks brushing against me. It tickles. I
WyattI approach the hybrid town through the forest with my skin bleeding and pants leaving my body. My exhaustion is rising, and my thoughts are scattered, running wild with worry as I clutch Maeve to my body. She was so close to dying. Shit. I will never let her go again, never look away!"Wyatt..." Maeve chuckles a little. Her head slumps to my shoulder, where she rests with her eyes closed. It's beyond me how she can appear so peaceful after what we have survived. "You can slow down. No one is chasing us, and we are both alive.""But you are-..." I stop talking, confused about the growing smile on Maeve's lips. Why does she seem so entertained? It's annoying not to know!"I'm what?" Her hand strokes over my chest, and she digs her cheek into my naked skin, inhaling my scent. My heart swells. I care about her so much, and she is injured because of me. "Well… I'm alive, Wyatt. I'm grateful for that, and if I'm blind, then so what? At least you ca
WyattWhen I can see again, I crawl on all fours while my heart is aching with the knowledge Maeve is hurt. I'm a hybrid, and my skin is burning. One of my legs is hurting tremendously—nothing important. It will heal in mere minutes, but Maeve won't heal if she is injured.She is a human who might need a hospital—Shit, I shouldn't have taken her with me! I won't forgive myself if she is dead or injured! I'm already responsible for my mother's death, and now maybe I've also murdered Maeve.I'm such a monster!A fucking idiot!Maeve isn't a superhero—why the hell did I bring her here?!"Maeve!" I call her name through the smoke, making my way forward over rocks and debris from the mansion. White fragments are circling in the air like snow, and I cough as I crawl. My heart is beating a mile per minute. "Maeve?!""Fucking shit! That hurt!" Bob swears to the right of me, and I watch him stand up, entirely unscathed as if
WyattMy heart is in pieces, shattered, as I walk into the building where Marcus is supposed to live. I should plan on how to kill him, how to make Marcus suffer as he deserves. Instead, my entire focus is on what I told Maeve yesterday.I told her the thought that has plagued my mind for as long as I can remember—that I can't have children. If I could decide, I would have plenty of children, at least three, but I don't want my lover to die.I wouldn't be able to live with the grief of losing Maeve in childbirth. My father raised me and handled his sadness, but I don't want my life to be a repeat of his tragic one. He had Giovani and me by his side, but his gaze would always turn sad whenever we would pass a lake as if he could imagine my mother being there.Halting in my tracks, I glance over my shoulder, finding Maeve tilting her head at me with a weak smile. She is beautiful, like a gemstone in a place with rocks. Her soul is so pure. I love how
MaeveAs we drive through the woods, past ghostly trees, I hold on to Wyatt as if he is my lifeline. My guy tells us to turn around the car, but Marcus chasing our families and sending his men to kill us must end. I'm tired of running, and I don't want my children to fear him like I've done since I was a child.My mother, Zoya, taught me how to fight at the ripe age of four. It was when we started, and no child should be using guns that early.In the future, I want my children to enjoy their childhood. I want them to play with the other kids instead of teaching them how to use a flamethrower.I look out through the window, squeezing Wyatt's hand. "I hope us murdering Marcus will be easy. I have a bad feeling about visiting him, but we have to end this horror story.""I think it will be easy to get rid of the man," Wyatt replies. "Marcus is old, almost blind if you ask Bob. Victor was his strength, and he is dead."Bob meets my eyes in the re
MaeveMy breasts feel heavy when Wyatt carries me outside of the car. I'm wrapped around him but not able to circle his large torso entirely. He is too broad, too damn powerful, and the awareness makes my clit throb with hot, pulsating need.He is this ridiculously tall mountain of a man, while I'm the lucky woman allowed to touch him. My heart is beating double-time in my chest. I can't wait to fuck him, or get fucked by him, whichever is fine. I was drawn in hours ago, tricked to get turned on, when Wyatt let me touch his enormous pecs much more prominent than my boobs."I'm so hard for you," Wyatt speaks huskily; even his voice sounds like sexual frustration. His breath is warm, evaporating in the frozen air. "I wish you could touch me."Pure ecstasy hits me when I hear his deep, raw voice filled with desire. I can't confirm if his words are valid, but I'm dying to find out. I'm quivering with anticipation as Wyatt explores the surface of my clothes.
WyattHandshakes are special because some people only touch your skin, while others affect your soul.Maeve is sitting next to me in the middle seat of the car. I'm glancing out through the window, pretending Maeve's hand on my thigh doesn't reach deeper than the surface of my jeans. The truth is that she is under my skin, and I can't remove her from there.My eyes briefly glance down at Maeve. She is sleeping peacefully, and with a heavy sigh, I brush her hair with my hand."You're a pain in the ass..." A soft smile touches my face, and with warmth flooding my senses, I hug her to my chest. "But I wouldn't want you ever to change."Maeve snores in response, and I chuckle.When I was younger, I was always smiling and trying to make people like me. I feared being lonely, which surprise-surprise made everyone think I was annoying. Little Wyatt was too horny for attention, and I was bullied for it.As a child, I was small and motherless.