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.Shit.She knew. There was no way I could hide things from her anymore. It had been one of my biggest pains and problems—I’d always been a pro at keeping my emotions locked. And I sure as hell didn’t survive a century beneath the radar, remaining alive, by suddenly being an open book that could be read through.It had its upside and downside.Just like how Simone was staring at me like I was the most despicable thing to ever exist to man. Just as she wouldn’t stop gawking at me, lines of anger formed on her temples. Just as irritated as she was, I could see through each one of those reactions.But I’d also seen her uncertainty. She understood how bad things were now. Not only had she gotten married to me, she’d slept with me. But that didn’t seem to be the only reason.I could feel the sudden outburst of emotions. I could see them in her face, but I could also feel them at heart.If her problem wasn’t the fact that she’d married me or fucked me, then it couldn’t be that s
SIMONE'S POV.Dragging out a faint sigh, I parted my eyelids, yawning lazily while pushing up in bed. My eyes roamed across the room before a painful stab at my heart earned a sniffle from me. I trailed my hands across my belly, the bump now gone — a painful reminder of what I'd lost and how I’d lost it.My child was dead, gone, and I’d never be able to forgive myself for it. Till the day I drag out my very last breath, sniffing hard, a mist of tears formed in my eyes, and I raised my palm to wipe them off.I stopped, examining the coldness of the ring against my finger. My breath hitched, and my heart hammered in my chest as I stared at it.Anxiously, I wiped off the tears, blinked hard once, then twice — but it remained the same. The ring was there, unmoving. Gently, I pulled it off, and it was damn sure the same ring — the one Giovanni had given me on our wedding.How did it get here? Had I brought it myself? I had forgotten all about it, wanting to bury the painful memories of his
GIOVANNI'S POVI was somewhere else entirely. My mind was replaying the moment Lazaro looked me in the eye and told me she was dead."She didn’t survive," he had said, voice even, void of anything human.Liar.The bastard was good, I’d give him that. He held my gaze, let me take in every inch of his soulless expression, and made sure there wasn’t a single crack to slip through. But I had been watching him for years, long before this war started, long before he became anything more than a nuisance.And something had been off.I’d known for weeks now, but tonight... tonight I was certain.“She’s alive, isn’t she?”Garson stood across from me, arms folded, his expression unreadable, but I could see the tension in his jaw, the way his fingers flexed like he was holding back the urge to slam them into the nearest surface. He didn’t look surprised. Of course, he didn’t. The man saw everything, knew everything before I even opened my mouth.He was waiting for me to say it.“She is,” I confir
SIMONE'S POVA loud groan eased off my lips as I turned in bed, pushing my eyes open. A frustrated grunt escaped my lips as I tried taking in my current surroundings.I was in a sanctuary, drips strapped into my arms. I swallowed hard, parting my eyes even wider.My body ached terribly as I pushed myself up, then it all came dawning on me—the loss of my baby, the journal, the cave, and finally Lazaro.I felt a sharp stab of pain in my heart, my heart drummed hard in my chest. This wasn’t... This was...“Simone?” Lazaro’s voice called out as I raised my gaze in sync with him.“You are awake,” he asked. He looked a mess, his hair was disheveled, he looked weak, in pain, and I... I was certain he'd looked better when we had seen each other last.“You killed my baby!” I screamed with anger surging into me. I yanked the drip off my fingers before storming towards him. All I felt was anger, I struck him in the face and rammed my fists continuously into his chest, but he didn't speak.“You t
.LAZARO'S POVI couldn't wait anymore, it wasn't getting any better.A low grumble escaped my lips as I pushed myself off the bed, my sight was blurry, my body limp, every bit of me shattering.I couldn't hold on anymore, I needed to do this. Slowly, I scampered to my feet, wiping off the tiny coat of sweat on my temples.Propping myself to my feet, I tried as best as I could to keep my pain masked and my expression cold as I dragged my feet towards Simone's room.The guards all tensed up seeing me and were quick to bow as a courtesy.“Simone. I'd like to speak to her, alone,” I ordered the guard by the door. He exchanged confused glances with his peers before moving his confused gaze back in line with mine.“She left, just now, for the East Wing. There was a letter, she said you had given her, claiming you both needed your privacy,” the guard responded, stuttering as he spoke, visibly shaking.“What letter?!” I asked, creasing my eyebrows into a frown.“A note... some words were scr
. SIMONE'S POV I woke up to an empty bed again. I dare to say I had gotten quite used to it. As a matter of fact, I had begun adapting to a hell of a lot more things than I previously did. My drowsy gaze lifted towards the window. It was bright out. Slowly, I dragged my feet towards the door. My morning strolls were the only thing that kept me sane. I turned the knob, but the door wouldn’t budge. Rubbing my palms lazily over my face, I did it again. And then again. Nothing. It was locked. My breath hitched as the reality dawned on me. I couldn’t keep up with locked doors. It was bad enough that he had guards after me the entire time— pinning, watching, waiting for me in all corners of the house. And now, he'd just lock me in? Not that I had anywhere to go, but I enjoyed knowing I still had a sense of freedom— which, apparently, had been cut off suddenly. Shoving my palms against the door once again, the lock was flipped from the other end, and Marcus's fac
LAZARO'S POVI left Simone’s chambers in a haste, my breath ragged, my entire body wounded tight with frustration. The thickening bulge in my pants was unbearable, pressing against the fabric with a throbbing insistence that refused to be ignored. No woman had ever left me this restless, this fucking desperate.I headed into my study, slamming the door behind me. The room was dimly lit, shadows flickering against the walls, but even in the darkness, I could still see her. Simone. Writhing beneath me, panting my name, begging for more.I growled under my breath, undoing my belt with a single flick. My cock was painfully hard, straining against my briefs, aching for relief. I dropped into the chair behind my desk, yanking my pants down just enough to free my throbbing cock which slapped against my belly, pulsing and twitching. thick, heavy in my grip, the tip already beaded with pre-cum. I exhaled sharply as I wrapped my fingers around my shaft, giving the first slow, torturous st
.LAZARO'S POVI left Simone’s chambers in a haste, my breath ragged, my entire body wounded tight with frustration. The thickening bulge in my pants was unbearable, pressing against the fabric with a throbbing insistence that refused to be ignored. No woman had ever left me this restless, this fucking desperate.I headed into my study, slamming the door behind me. The room was dimly lit, shadows flickering against the walls, but even in the darkness, I could still see her. Simone. Writhing beneath me, panting my name, begging for more.I growled under my breath, undoing my belt with a single flick. My cock was painfully hard, straining against my briefs, aching for relief. I dropped into the chair behind my desk, yanking my pants down just enough to free my throbbing cock which slapped against my belly, pulsing and twitching. thick, heavy in my grip, the tip already beaded with pre-cum. I exhaled sharply as I wrapped my fingers around my shaft, giving the first slow, torturous
SIMONE'S POVLazaro hadn’t fed from me in days.Not because he didn’t need to. Because he was holding back. Watching. Waiting.I saw it in the way his eyes darkened whenever I moved too close, in the way his breath hitched when my pulse quickened.He was unraveling and I could feel myself unraveling with him.When he finally summoned me, I wasn’t surprised.His chamber was dimly lit, the scent of burning cedar heavy in the air. He stood by the window, his posture rigid, his fingers curled around the stem of a wine glass filled with nothing but emptiness."Come here."It wasn’t a request. He ordered in a cold and curt tone.My breath hitched, but I obeyed, drawn forward like prey caught in the gaze of a starving beast.When I reached him, his fingers wrapped around my wrist, turning it over with slow, deliberate intent. He traced the faint scars left behind from the last time he had fed, and I shivered."Do you know why I waited?" he murmured, his voice dark silk against my skin.I swall