GIOVANNI’S POV.She was absent from her room, but she wasn't missing. I knew that because she had been reading up on hybrids, had a bite mark on her lips, and lied to me about it, but most of all, I knew because he left a letter just like he always did; this wasn't the first time the bastard had done this.He did this with Hayley too, and he was doing it with simone as well, daring me on purpose, but ill be sure to fucking make him pah, i swear by my life.The window creaked, a strong gust of wind blowing past; in the batting of an eyelash, Simone was laid on the bed, asleep, his scent was heavy round her.I raised my gaze in the direction of the window; only to see him seated, relaxed against the frame, hair let down on his shoulders, his pale skin reflecting pure perfection, the moon complimenting every feature of his.He looked just as he had done nine years ago, not looking like he aged a day, that bloody bastard!.“I see you have indeed grown some balls; how dare you?” I aske
GIOVANNI'S POV She mumbled beneath, stuttering her gibberish, moving from one side to another, a light yawn spread across her lips as she opened her eyes. She blinked slowly, once... and then twice, before suddenly becoming aware of her environment.I could tell she had fallen asleep in that perverted psychos house, to think that she really had no idea what he was about,and that they both seem to get along well !made me wonder I'd this was also how hayley had felt, being head over heels for him. “Giovanni?” She called out my name, as though it was just a dream, her eyes scanning through the room slowly, disappointment washing over her face.“You... is this? ....” She asked, then stopped. Hesitating in her words, scared as though not to spill the tea.“You look like you have woken up in the wrong room. Were you expecting something else?” I asked , trying not to scare her although I knew I was pissed as hell, anger wrecked on my nerves. And I was trying to put myself together.“I'm
GIOVANNI's POV.Her knees buckled around my hips as I stroked the tip of her clit; she flinched backwards. Arching her back, a loud yet satisfying moan escaped her lips.“Fuck... you are so wet; it's driving me nuts. How long have you been waiting?” I asked, knowing she had been disappointed by the time I left her hanging..“Admit it, you've been horny, just as I am?” I asked, her cheeks flushed red from embarrassment as she tried hiding her gaze away from me. I hovered above her, locking my lips into hers, my index fingers plunging into her pussy, my thumb grazing over her cunt. I loved the feeling of strands of hair over her pussy; it excited me the most.“I can't hold it in anymore, Simone.” I warned, feeling my dick throb without control in my pants; I swallowed hard, pulling away from her, her wetness dripping around her pants; I wanked at them, pulling them down in one swift movement. I smack my lips together, glancing at her hungrily while pulling down my own,My cock twi
SIMONE'S POV.Twice, we fucked twice after he knotted in me; I stared blankly at him, drained from all energy, my body immersed in the warm scented bath prepared for me, I had woken up to an empty bed. The maids had explained he had something urgent to tend to.Perhaps I had become so close and dependent on him I often forgot he was the Lycan king; I had no reason to be jealous, but I didn't like the fact that twice now after sex I had woken to an empty bed. What could possibly be more important than me?.“She's in here, isn't she?! Get the bloody door for me!” A loud scream echoed right out of the door. I cursed beneath my breath, curious at what was happening. I stood out from the bath, gently wrapping the towel over my body before walking out of the bathroom.‘Get the bloody door for me!” A voice rang through the air once again, and then it dawned on me: it was my door they spoke of, my door.The door had pushed open, wide ajar, and a lady stormed in. Glaring wide eyes at me, her
TREVOR'S POV.I banged my fists against the table, tossing the paper towards Raymond's face. He was my beta, but some of these days he was pissing me the fuck off.“You couldn't tell me this earlier?” I asked, consumed with rage. “Why did it take you so long?” I asked again, anger laced into my words, I was at the short end of my sanity; all I felt was insane rage.“You've been busy with other things, and I did give it to you three days ago, yet you claimed to have gone through it, I think.i only brought it up because it's today. He answered,I fumed beneath my breath, pacing back and forth behind my desk; this was really bad. He was right; he did give me the letter; however, I believed it to be something so trivial. “Fuck. Fuck! Fuck!” I swore, cursing aloud, it was a letter from the king asking all alphas to meet at the grand temple..it was a place in which the entire merge was made, where long ago a treaty was signed between wolves and Lycans, I didn't know what giovanni was up t
GIOVANNI'S POV.Just like a blessing, falling right into my hands, the fool had blurted out the words I had been aching to hear. I could see fear evident in his eyes; his heart was beating so fast I could hear it. He cleared his throat, trying to hold himself back and probably mask his fear.“Dumped her?” I asked, leaning closer to him. A poker expression was on my face; I could see how scared she was; it worked perfectly well for me.“You said what now?” I asked Again, leaning even closer to him, a smile curled up my lips.“He's not worth it; let's go.” Simone's faint voice had called out as she wrapped her arms against my hand; her voice was thin and shaky; she was hurt.“Fine... Let's get you checked in.” I whispered, still pissed out of my wits, my gaze still pinned on that of Trevor, who seemed to be thanking whatever force had caused Simone to stop me. I didn't like that she had stolen my chance to teach the bloody bastard a lesson. Perhaps she still cared for him? It wouldn
.GIOVANNI'S POV.“I didn't mean to cause a scene; I didn't intend for it to come out sounding that way.” He continued yelling in his defense even when I had barely raised a finger. I sat gently against the chair, my eyes glued to him as he tightened the bathrobe around his body instinctively.“I warned you, didn't I?” I asked, sure to keep my calm demeanor, his eyes wavered as his gaze danced around, refusing to land on mine.“You can't just pass out threats; it's not like I lied… I only cared about the misunderstanding. I cleared it out, that's all.” He complained, putting up a brave front; a light giggle escaped my lips as I tossed the belt to the side; going on this bastard wasn't even worth it.“Good enough, I'll be hitting you for a basic reason then.” I muttered, standing to my feet and approaching him. I had seen his face go pale from fear and frenzy; his lips quivered from fear as I approached, and he mumbled a few gibberish syllables, slowly flinching backward, and I grasped
GIOVANNI'S POV.My heart raced in my chest, panic striking my nerves, I was staring directly into her eyes; she looked the same, but it was bloody impossible.“You..you are dead” I stuttered, closing shut my eyes, blinking twice, and fuck it, it was the same bloody image standing over me.“Guess again; a ghost would certainly be unable to hold a gun, right?” She asked corking up theTrigger.“Get the fuck away from her; step back, will you?” I asked, still the words rolled off my tongue with which misbelief when, where and how had she been alive for years without me knowing a thing about it.How on earth is this even possible? I killed her; I tore her into bits, said... he claimed. I don't get it; I killed her with my hands, although I was unable to see her at that time; besides, I had woken back to myself to see flesh ripped apart. All scattered around, if it wasn't Hayley ,then who then was it?.“I'm alive, you blockhead. Really, seven years? That's all it takes for you to get yours
LAZARO’S POV.The forest was alive with shadows, the kind that moved when you weren’t looking, the kind that made your skin crawl if you stared too long. The moon hung low, its pale light cutting through the trees like a knife, casting jagged patterns on the ground. Simone walked beside me, her steps slow and hesitant, like she was afraid of what might be hiding in the dark. Good. Fear kept her close. Fear kept her mine.I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye. Her arms were wrapped around herself, her fingers digging into her sleeves like she was trying to hold herself together. Her face was pale, her eyes wide and darting nervously at every sound—the rustle of leaves, the snap of a twig, the distant hoot of an owl. She was scared, and part of me liked it. Scared meant she needed me. Scared meant she wouldn’t run.“Do you trust me, Simone?” I asked, my voice low and smooth, like the rumble of distant thunder.She hesitated, her lips parting like she wanted to say something, but
LAZAROS POV.She still loved him, which was fair; I didn't care, but maybe this once I had foolishly let a screw loose in the plan.“Fine, it's okay to handle it, but I want you to know he's dead, Simone. You know that, right?” I asked, sliding my palms slowly towards her cheeks; she nodded briefly, sniffing hard again, being gentle with my touch seemed to be some Sort of reassurance for her, and I'd give anything to make her feel relaxed.“I'm sorry, I know he is... But, I... I... I'm sorry, Lazaro, you've done your best; you've tried hard enough already, but I still can't stop fawning over my dead husband, and I hate myself for it. I'm really sorry,” she apologised, breaking down into even louder sobs as she cried.I didn't want her to feel neglected or in despair, and I certainly wouldn't let her start getting second thoughts about our entire arrangement.I pulled her face closer to mine to kiss both of her eyes and then her nose, my mouth hovering around her lips briefly before I
SIMONE'S POV.The first emotion that struck me was fear. Goosebumps lined my skin as I parted my eyes open, my heart thumping hard and fast against my ribcage.I was drenched in sweat again, I knew things have been quite fair these past few months but this once I got the most eerier feeling ever.I rustled around, reaching for a bottle of water to drink; I had several emotions coursing through my mind: pain, anger, worry...sadness.Yes, I was sad. I lost the father to my child before he even knew he had a baby coming, and I was married to a man who protected me for the personal interest of mine. Pain stabbed deeper at my insides. My nerves churned at the mere thought of it. Could I really do this?.My baby... myself.My lips quivered; glancing around, I wrigged out of the sheets to my feet. It was still dark out; I could see from the balcony the dark pigments of the sky.I pressed my lips into a firm line, pushing my way out of the room and down the stairs, wandering helplessly. I ne
GIOVANNI'S POV.My mate was dead. I killed her. I came to terms with it, and what else could I do After ripping off the only woman whom I adored. Worshipped and obsessed about into shreds? Not much, I admitted. Which was why I was stuck in this case. The bumpy roads unsettling me the more, I passed a pivotal gaze at Garson who was seated right by my side, his eyes out the window, but his mind was probably miles away.Fine, this was awkward…matter of fact, the entire week had been, after the confession we made that night,It pulled me out of whatever black hole I was spiraling into, and as much as I tried to act like nothing had happened, I realised I was only making things worse.“It was all a long time anyways; I don't love you anymore.”. Garson explained frankly. Staring me in the eye before we started the drive.I didn't see him in that light; he was my best buddy, and I straight up didn't give a damn about his sexuality but with my dead mate, the pack troubles had been weighing
.SIMONE'S POVThe pain of his fangs buried in my wrist dissolved into a pleasure so profound it was almost intoxicating. His tongue darted across the sensitive skin, lapping up every drop as though it was the only thing keeping him alive. My chest rose and fell erratically, my breath shallow, my heart pounding like a war drum in my ears. "Lazaro…" I whispered his name, unsure whether it was a plea to stop or to keep going. My free hand gripped the edge of the table behind me for support, but even the cold, solid surface couldn’t ground me. His gaze lifted from my wrist to meet mine, and for a moment, I forgot to breathe. Those sapphire eyes were darker now, eclipsed by hunger and something else—something primal, untamed, and utterly consuming. "You're trembling," he said, his voice rough, barely more than a growl. His lips brushed against my wrist as he spoke, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down my spine.I wanted to deny it, to tell him I was fine, but my body betrayed m
.SIMONE'S POV A soft, feathery touch grazed past my ears; I mumbled inaudible gibberish, groaning from the ticklish feeling against my skin.“Awake yet?” His soft voice called out to me; I grumbled, closing my eyes shut for a brief moment.My body shook; I tossed from side to side, finally pushing open my eyes to meet with the set of blue ones I had come to get used to.“Lazaro... not now; I slept bloody late. I don't think you should have woken me yet “. I complained. Acting like the spoilt brat I suddenly was,I pushed myself off to the edge of the bed, his eyes following every single direction of mine, a light smirk strapped to the sides of his lips.“I'm sorry, you were… well… crying in your sleep.” Just when he spoke, I noticed the beads of tears rolling off my cheeks slowly; I brushed my fingers past them, wiping them off. I shied away from his gaze, standing toward the curtains to push them open.He doesn't say anything; he watches in silence. Nothing. None of us had said a s
GIOVANNI'S POV.3 MONTHS LATER.“Cut the bullshit!” Garson yelled, storming into the room, grabbing the bottle off my grasp, glaring at me, but I said nothing. I remained in the chair, half drunk, my eyes half closed shut, humming in low tones, rocking the chair back and forth, my eyes staring up into the night sky, dark cloudy, full of stars… the cold wind brushing past my skin.What in the bloody hell is wrong with you? You didn't have it this bad when Hayley died, so what's so special? It's been three months. Get over it,” he yelled again. I couldn't blame him; in fact, I could, but I didn't want to. I glanced sideways; I could see that he still has men stationed right outside my door, just like he did everywhere I went. “Or what? You'll kill me? Murder me? Make my life way worse?” I asked. Biting into my cheeks, and then on my lips, he groaned, running his hand into his hair, fuck, he was frustrated as hell, and so was I…“Too bad my life is pretty fucked up. I'm sorry to disap
GIOVANNI'S POV.A strong string pulled at my heart. A tightening sensation, I couldn't breathe. I tried to move, but nothing came. Then darkness, and then I fell. I wouldn't stop falling, down and down. Towards the end of a bottomless pit, my breaths were erratic, mismatched; it was getting harder for me. Then it came down, dawning on me with great force: I was in pain; I was scared. Those were the first two emotions that registered towards my senses.I pushed open my eyes, panting heavily, drawing out loud breaths that were more than necessary. My body was soaked from sweat. I was in bed, but then my eyes trailed off to the huge brown ones staring at me. “Garson...," I called out slowly. I blacked out; I remember now, it was my wedding night, the curse had started, and then, nothing... it poofed into thin air; I couldn't make sense of any other thing.“Fuck... Simone, where is she?” My mind was blurred, my heart squeezed tight in my chest; I couldn't think well; my memory was all f
GIOVANNI'S POV.The image pushed me over the edge.I came deep inside her, moaning louder than I meant to. My head was in the clouds, and my cock released as much cum as possible. I wanted to fill her to the brim. I wanted there to be so much of my seed that it came spilling out when I pulled out. I’d never allowed myself this kind of satisfaction with a woman, to be as dark as I wanted without judgement or distaste. She knew exactly what I was and used it to her advantage. My upper lip was swollen and red from the bites she had given, and when I kissed her, I tasted her own salt on my tongue. I always kissed her when I was finished, silently telling her how much I enjoyed being inside her. I slowly pulled out, my cock softening now that I was satisfied. My cum dripped out of her and splashed onto the floor—just as I fantasised about. “Fuck.” I kept her legs around my waist and felt my cock harden all over again. I wanted to add more to the pile. I wanted her to have more than she