Caelum’s pov.I tug on my tie as I pick up my phone and ask,“What’s she been up to lately?”Ragnar growls lowly in my mind from the irritation of knowing our mate is the one being spoken of but the annoyance in me makes him calm down soon enough.The darned wolf has been nagging at me all day.“There’s still no sign of her Master Maximoff. My sources say she left the Highrise mansion before noon two days ago.”Right as they arrived from the conference then.I feel something hot running through my blood at the thought of her, and the need to do something with my hands, anything at all with them, overcomes me.I imagine digging them into her hair again and a low husk of a sound leaves my lips.“Mr Maxim?”I cut the call and groan because what the hell!What, the actual hell?~It’s the mate bond dummy.~I snarl back a response at my wolf, “Of course I know it’s the mate bond.”~Then go find your mate.~I can hear the impatience in Ragnar’s tone and in my mind’s eye he gives me a look he
Caelum is glaring at me.The look is one of such undisguised spite that I can see he’s not faking it. His voice is low and dangerous when he speaks,“Don’t, ever, call me a creep again.”The stubbornness in me rears its head because I get multiple signals from that statement alone.I could mock him further, ask him tauntingly if he was bullied as a child. Does my calling him names touch a nerve!Otsana’s low whine in my head makes me stop those thoughts.I take a deep breath and look away, willing all my self-control into not saying any more than I have right now. I ignore him and go back to my weak attempt to garden.The gardening tools I need are delivered, the watering can, the seeds.I let the peace of this activity take me with it and though it is anything but peaceful, there’s something about today that feels peaceful, and to deny that would be to do a disservice to the sun. To the wind blowing softly, gently, to that one tree that’s grown so tall that its branches lean over the
“I was only messing with her.”Alora’s voice is low and meek, but maybe that’s just because I'm outside the room and plastering my ear to the door. Regardless of that, I should be able to hear what’s going on inside the room. I am a werewolf.Alora and Caelum’s voices die out almost immediately after that and I let out a low groan because, why? Why did I let him in there to speak with her alone?I mean it was obvious they knew each other, or rather he knew who she was, and if he knew who she was then she probably knew who he was too.Otsana chuckles in my head and I shoot her a glare because I'm rambling now, and I'm overreacting, and she’s finding it funny.Caelum could know Alora for any number of reasons. Maybe she was secretly working for him too and she didn’t tell me that.I feel a swear word line my lips at the thought of that but I push it down. This is all paranoia, and I can't be paranoid, not now.They’re just in there, two adults, having a normal conversation.I walk back
Sophia’s pov.“How many days did he wait for me?”The vagueness of the answers I've been getting annoys me. A low calm voice comes out from the other end, his tone trying really hard to conceal the notes of nervousness.“Actually Luna, we have no way of knowing that yet. I’ve checked with every hotel within a five-mile radius, none of them will admit to taking in a Mr Caelum Highrise.The public security cameras aren’t helping either. There’s footage of his car on the road, but after a while it just disappears, our tech team can’t explain it. I’m so sorry Luna Sophia. He must be using some form of advanced technology to cloak himself.”I really hate how that makes me feel.It’s like I'm not dealing with just any random bozo here, and I sigh, gritting my teeth as I try to reign in my temper.That man saw me naked.I feel my cheeks flame up as I think of it and I don't even know how to react.My towel must have dropped off my chest while I grabbed the candle lamp, and he knew, he was lo
“Excuse me?”The bartender dude gives me a look, trailing his eyes slowly from my waist before stopping at my face with a hard, unwelcoming expression. His reply is cold and frigid, “I said no drinks for you here. If you want to get drunk, go somewhere else.”A dull flame of self-righteous anger lights up in my chest because that’s not even what I’m here for! How dare he assume I'm here to drink?“Do you even know who I am? Why the hell would you think I'm here to drink?”The bartender chuckles and the side of his lips go up in a smile that has no humor showing on his face, “Maybe it’s because the last time you were here you were rude and you got so drunk I had to call the owner of the bar on you.”My retort hangs in my throat because he’s right about that, but still.“I am a woman who knows how to handle herself, it was your choice to call him, not mine. I still had time left, you could have just sold me the drinks y’know.”He nods to that, the sides of his mouth curving downwards
“So, what do you want to know?”I turn that question around for a while, sipping the drink he’s offered and rolling the taste in my mouth, feeling it on my tongue.An itch runs down a patch of my neck but I ignore it.“Where has he been all these years?”That seems like a good place to start. I know almost nothing about Caelum, and I've heard nothing about him. He’s rich, that much is clear, but being rich doesn’t equate to being almost nonexistent.Yes, the rich will sometimes lead reclusive lives, but even the reclusively rich are well known in their circles. I should have heard something about him.Maybe he runs a distilling company.“He’s been on travels, moving here and there and never staying in one place for long,Caelum’s always been a business-oriented person and his work takes him all around. He should have flown the coop by now, but for some reason he’s making no indication of doing that.”I nod as one of my eyebrows arches contemplatively, “So he was here on a visit the d
~Well…~I scoff.Otsana makes a sound in my head that translates into a whiny complaint and I retort back.“We’d be falling for his trap!I’m sure Caelum ordered him to tell us that. They just want to make fun of me.”I can hear myself and I know it is the paranoid me speaking but I can't help it.I am not just any woman. I am a Luna. Luna Sophia.I am strong. I am disciplined. I am not some wimp who’ll go chasing after a man because he’s her mate and he’s in a club. He can spend the night there for all I care.That itch comes again and this time I scratch it.Mercilessly, almost screaming even as I let out low animalistic grunts but the itch doesn’t dissipate.It feels like something’s on my insides.Something’s in my heart that’s itching and yelling at me furiously to scratch it.Otsana is silent.I’m left to my own devices and for the whole of thirty minutes, I do the most spontaneous things I have done in a while now.I take a walk to a closed-off park. Opening hours are from 7
Caelum’s pov.Few things can satisfy me.Among that list of things isn’t a night wasted.I’m discontent and this city reeks.I chortle at that because no wonder Ulric’s been here for so long. The bastard’s probably contributed to the stink for as long as he could, and he might be one of the major contributors.Ragnar’s response in my mind is a dry ~ha ha ha~, I shoot him a mental side glare, mainly because he’s been composed tonight at least. For one thing he’s stopped trying to order me around.His insistence that I go back to Sophia has faded, maybe all we needed was a ride. I couldn’t enjoy myself the way I planned to though. The clubs in this city, they reek.The bell above me chimes as I open the door and walk into the bar. It’s empty, and in its emptiness, I find peace.Only Seb’s here, currently backing me, always working.I sit on a stool and something in me squirms, in a single definitive wiggle.I try to ignore it but it moves again, setting some warmth behind my eyes and in