"Yes, mother," he replied with mocking subservience.Christine threw a roll at him, which he promptly caught and bit into. "Thank you. How did you know I wanted more?" Christine scowled at him and the others burst out laughing.As Killian playfully caught the roll Christine threw at him, a chuckle escaped my lips. Their teasing banter exuded a sense of closeness and comfort, making me feel more at ease in this new environment.The rest of the meal unfolded in a relaxed and pleasant manner, gradually easing my initial apprehension around my new packmates.Even Killian, who had initially seemed intimidating, started to appear more approachable.His gentle teasing and his laughter in response to my witty comebacks were refreshing, and I found myself enjoying his company. He was simply beautiful and charming.Dessert was being served when the phone's shrill ring shattered the room's tranquility. Romeo, excusing himself to answer it, returned with a grave expression."Killian, we have a pr
Chester's PovThe inky shroud of midnight draped over the forest, casting an impenetrable gloom that only the moon's ethereal glow managed to pierce. I, Chester, a lycan security guard, tread cautiously through the dense labyrinth of trees, my senses heightened to the slightest whisper of the night.The cloak of darkness was heavy, punctuated only by the sliver of moonlight that pierced through the dense canopy of leaves. The air was still, the only sound was the rustle of leaves beneath my boots. I inhaled deeply, the crisp, cool night air filling my lungs.The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying vegetation, a symphony of nocturnal creatures providing the only soundtrack to the serene darkness. My heart pounded in my chest, a primal rhythm echoing the anticipation that coursed through my veins.Tonight, I felt an inexplicable unease, a foreboding that lingered like a persistent shadow. Rumors of Lycan hunters patrolling the forest plagued my pack's rest. Killian,
Sunlight streamed through the window, rousing me from my slumber. I blinked, disoriented, taking in my surroundings. This wasn't my old bedroom, it was Killian room. The realization struck me, this was my new home.Despite the unfamiliar surroundings, I had slept surprisingly well. Stretching languidly, I rolled onto my back, extending my arms and legs before sinking back into the plush mattress.Turning my head, I noticed the untouched side of the bed, my heart sinking.Killian hadn't slept with me last night. Had he returned late and found another place to sleep, or had he not come home at all? The thought sent a chill down my spine.Climbing out of bed, I tried to recall where I had put my clothes the previous day. A quick search through the drawers jogged my memory, and I soon found what I needed.Slipping into a pair of track pants, a t-shirt, and a hoodie, I pulled my hair back into a clip and headed downstairs in search of someone who could fill me in on the events of the night
"Josephine, this is a surprise." Romeo's greeting supplied the answer. His voice was neutral, but I could tell that the Beta wasn't overly pleased to see the newcomer...Ahem annoying trouble maker.The look in his eyes was icy rather than his usual friendly blue I had come to expect. Neither of the other two women were overjoyed either, if their suddenly stiff postures were any indication. It was a relief to know I wasn't the only one displeased by her presence. "I heard about Chester and rushed right over to see if there was anything I could do." She flipped her long, blond hair over her shoulder seemingly oblivious to her cool reception."Since he's in the infirmary, and we all know how you can't stand to be around anyone who is hurt, I fail to see how you'd be of any help." Christine bluntly addressed the beautiful she-wolf.Jospehine bared her teeth at Christine in what loosely could be taken as a smile, if one wasn't too fussy. "I meant that with Killian being up all night, he m
I was thankful the kitchen was empty. Someone had humiliated me on purpose, and advertising the fact was the last thing I wanted.Removing my socks and shoes so as not to leave a muddy trail, I padded barefoot up to my room and then finished stripping off my filthy garments.Setting them in a pile on the floor, I went to clean up. After turning on the shower, with a gloomy stare I peered in the mirror while waiting for the water to heat up.The stones had stung as they hit my face and I wanted to check the extent of the damage. Sure enough, there was dried blood on my cheek. I probed the cut carefully judging its severity.I opened the medicine cabinet and found some antiseptic and dabbed the punctured skin, grimacing as the liquid stung my damaged flesh.A quick perusal, I found no other injuries beyond my bruised pride. Checking my appearance once more, I decided a casual observer wouldn't notice the wound, which in my mind was a good thing.I didn't want a lot of people questioning
Feeling like i'd collapse into his arm at any second I decided to change the topic, "What are the extent of Chester's wounds?,""It's...its..pretty bad," Killian told with a sigh. It seemed he didn't enjoy keeping secrets from me. Speaking of secrets, there was one I was dying to know.However it seemed now wasn't a good time to ask Killian his direct involvement with Chester's disappearance. I didn't want to dampen his mood further."He was attacked by Lycan hunters and a lycan shifter, Luckily he was able to escape barely alive," "Why didn't you tell me earlier?," I asked with a frown on my face."I didn't want to worry you," He said running his thumb across my cheeks, "Helena, our nurse-practitioner, was waiting for us when we got back. She handled everything efficiently, a transfusion, cleaning the wound, and stitching him up,""Is she one of us?" I asked."Uh-huh," Killian confirmed. "We're lucky to have her. And if something serious happens, there's a local doctor who knows abo
Killian's povThe screech ripped through the day, shattering the tranquility. My head snapped up, ears twisting to pinpoint the source. Three figures, snarled, their eyes gleaming with malice. Lycans.My primal instincts roared to life, adrenaline coursing through my veins.Fear gripped my mate, Hailey, who stood beside me, trembling. I squeezed her hand reassuringly, forcing a smile, though my heart pounded like a drum, not for my safety but hers. I couldn't risk being distracted by two Lycans while the third went for Hailey. I couldn't loose her."Stay here," I murmured, my voice low and firm. "I'll handle this.""Wait killian," She called out with a trembling frame. "I'll be fine," I said reassuringly placing a kiss on her lips, "I'll be done before the count of ten," I winked at her, "And after this, we'll have a round two for our intense sex," I nested to uplift her mood which worked as she let out a light chuckle."Please come back to me," She said with a smile"I will, I promi
After Killian's failed assassination attempt we headed towards the infirmary. Although not a word was spoken through the rest of the journey Killian's arms enveloping mine was all the comfort I need. After watching Killian defeat the attacking Lycans I knew there was no safer place than with Killian.Still, I couldn't help but wonder how Killian had gotten so strong and skillful at fighting. He fought like he was no stranger to battle."Killian! I thought I told you to go home and get some sleep!" Helena's voice echoed across the clearing, her tone a blend of annoyance and concern. She stood outside the infirmary, her efficient aura radiating even from a distance. Her brown hair pulled into a neat braid, complimented her crisp white lab coat.Killian stopped, turning to face her with a slight smile. "I did go home, Helen," he assured her, his voice calm and deep. "But now I'm back." He then placed his hand around my waist, drawing me closer to him in a protective gesture. "Helen, this
A week later, the world felt a little flatter. The police had finally wrapped up their investigation. It was a random act of violence, they said. Lucy, just in the wrong place at the wrong time. A stupid, pointless loss. The idea that Aldrich wouldn’t be blamed for anything grated on me, but I knew involving him would open a can of worms I wasn’t ready to deal with. It wouldn’t bring Lucy back anyway.We brought her home, to Stump River. The town was in mourning. Armand was a shadow of himself, the twinkle gone from his eyes. He disappeared for days after the service and I wondered if he’d turned into a bear and wandered off to grieve in the woods. Were his emotions as raw when he was in animal form? Or did he spend his time scratching at trees, trying to claw the pain away? When he finally reappeared, he looked haggard, but there was a strange kind of peace in his eyes.Beth and Josh went all out with the newspaper article. Pictures of Lucy, smiling and laughing, filled the pages.
Morning. I reclined in the seat as Viktor slowly drove the car out of the parking garage. We’d talked on and off throughout the night and I’d finally accepted the truth of what he’d been telling me. I was becoming a werewolf. There’d been anger and tears; he’d apologized, even though forcing my transformation hadn’t been intentional. Eventually, I’d come to a sort of numb acceptance of the fact.However, my whole life was changing now. I wasn’t just Adriana Watson, waitress and journalism student. Now I was Adriana Watson, secret werewolf. From what I could gather from Viktor's ‘crash course in wolves,’ they were social creatures and lived in packs. There was an Alpha who kept everyone in line and made the important decisions, though pack meetings were held to discuss options. Full moons were a time to party and, if you were new to the whole werewolf thing like me, you had no control and transformed once a month. Older wolves could fight the effects if they wished, though most didn’
My heart pounded like a trapped animal as the lycans closed in, their red eyes burning into me. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. These creatures were straight out of a nightmare."Adriana, get behind me," my voice was frantic as I shoved her aside, preparing to shift."Vik..." she whispered, clinging to my arm."Don't worry, Everything will be alright, just need to handle a few stray dogs that's all" I managed a reassuring smile, and then I charged. A towering black wolf replaced me, my fur bristling with tension.The air was thick with the metallic taste of blood and the sharp scent of fear. My senses were on high alert, every hair on my body standing on end. Dozens of pairs of eyes, glowing like embers, focused on me. A massive red lycan charged, but I was faster, slipping beneath its snapping jaws. I countered with a swift attack, his teeth sinking into the lycan's flesh.A deafening howl filled the cavern as the red lycan bucked me off, sending me crashing into the cold, damp
Adriana's povThe metallic tang of blood filled the air, thick and suffocating. Viktor and I stood frozen, our gazes glued to Aldrich's lifeless body slumped on the floor. A single, neat bullet hole marred his forehead. What the hell just happened?The echo of Mr. Greyson's voice shattered the stunned silence. "A pleasure to finally meet you both, Miss Watson and Viktor Donovan... or should I say Viktor Dominique?"My head snapped towards Viktor, relief flooding my chest at his presence. According to him, he was some kind of werewolf. Maybe, just maybe, with him by my side, I had a fighting chance.A nagging worry gnawed at me. If what Viktor said was true, then did that mean I wasn't entirely human? I shoved the thought aside. This wasn't the time to unravel my existential crisis. Getting out of this place alive was priority number one. Viktor could explain everything later.Viktor narrowed his eyes at Greyson, his voice laced with suspicion. "How'd you figure out my real name?"Grey
Viktor's povFollowing a hunch, I hailed a cab and rattled off the address for Greyson's estate. The city was a chaotic mess, a constant symphony of honking horns and shouted insults. I tuned it out, my gut churning with worry. My wolf whined its primal need to find Adriana, to know she was safe.The thought of her alone, grappling with the Change with no guidance, tore at me. Would her body and mind accept this forced transformation? Or would she fight it, a resistance that could be fatal according to Nadia? The icy grip of fear tightened around my heart.But then, a chilling logic surfaced. If she'd spilled the secret, if the wolves knew, she was already a dead woman walking. Was a swift death from the Change preferable to one at my hand? Could I even look her in the eye, deliver the killing blow?Alpha. Duty. The words echoed in my head, hollow and meaningless. Images of Adriana flooded my mind her warm brown eyes, the defiant lift of her chin, the way she'd make me laugh with her
Panic clawed at my throat as Lucy's ragged breaths became uneven. Her pale face, framed by blood-soaked blonde hair, sent a jolt of fear through me. My fingers trembled as I brushed her cheek, whispering her name, but there was no response. A string of curses ripped from my lips. This wasn't right. She shouldn't be hurt, possibly dying. This wasn't her mess. Lucy was pure sunshine, always radiating warmth and kindness. Guilt gnawed at me, reminding me of her playful teasing, the way she'd sashay around with a tray of drinks and a witty comment on her lips. I blinked back the moisture stinging my eyes. Steeling myself, I rose. Moving to the sofa, I sniffed where the unknown male's scent lingered. A scent and a maybe-name –l meager scraps of evidence in a city this size. The scent would be impossible to track, and "Greyson" meant nothing to me. What the hell was I supposed to do? Sirens wailed in the distance, a sharp reminder of the need to leave. Being caught at a crime scene would
The door suddenly opened and I was forced to abandon my conflicted thoughts. Jumping to my feet, I turned to face an obviously surprised Lucy. “Viktor, what are you doing here?” “Hi, Lucy. I… um… ” She walked up to me and kissed my cheek, before moving to take her coat off. “Never mind. I know the truth." “You do?” He stiffened, assuming the worst. “Of course. You’re sorry for your fight with Ria and came here to make up.” “Uh… Right. That’s it.” I latched onto the lifeline she’d unknowingly handed to me. “I’m here to make things right.” Lucy nodded, glancing at Adriana lying on the sofa, her face quickly changing from a happy to grin to real concern. “Oh, is she sick again?” “Yeah. She fainted coming into the building and I carried her up here. She has a fever. I was just going to give her an aspirin." “I’ll get some from the medicine cabinet.” Lucy turned to go. “No. I already checked. There isn’t any. Um… why don’t you sit with her and I’ll go to the store.” I f
I didn't know where she was. Just be quiet, I ordered myself, clenching my jaw. Creeping past the doorway, I peeked into the first room the bedroom. Clothes were strewn everywhere, a mishmash of Lucy's floral patterns and my own dark t-shirts. Her scent lingered, a familiar mix of lavender and something distinctly... her. The bathroom was empty, the towels abandoned in a heap. Back in the living area, a few papers lay scattered on the counter. Junk mail, bills, nothing interesting. But then aha! On a nearby table, Adriana laptop glowed, left open. Sitting down, I scanned the screen, my stomach tightening. My name stared back at me, bold and accusing, next to a picture file I knew for a fact I'd deleted. That little...! Somehow, she'd gotten more copies. Fury surged through me as I clicked on the document titled with my name. The more I read, the deeper my scowl became. By the time I reached the final paragraphs, I wanted to hurl the damn machine across the room. There it was, in bl
“Are you sure you’ll be all right?” Lucy stared at me with a frown. “You still don’t look so good.” We were leaning against the kitchen counter sipping coffee and preparing to start our day. I, however reluctantly, had to head off to meet with Aldrich, while Lucy was going to spend the morning taking a bus tour of the city that I had recommended. Rolling my eyes, I reassured Lucy, yet again. "Honestly, I'm fine. The fever broke last night. My arm's not as sore. It's just a lack of sleep and nerves over this meeting that are making me look less than prime. I'll go see Aldrich and give him this report while you take a tour of the city. Then we'll meet back here for lunch and go shopping." "Why don't you just e-mail the report and come with me?" I sighed. "I wish, but Aldrich hates e-mail. He wants face to face contact. I think he likes to watch people squirm." Seeing Lucy's concerned expression, I added a light laugh. "Don't worry. I'll be fine." "Well… if you're sure." "Go." I