.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
Fuck?I knew better than to take her to the hotel; it couldn't be of use; the wound was deep, real bad, and it would only put her through more trouble. I wouldn't make the same mistake twice; instead, I stuck to my hard but more reasonable plan, setting her behind the car seat and driving as fast as I could.“Get the pack healer ready! I barked I to the phone, beads of sweat rolling down my temples “What's wrong?” Garson asked at the other end of the phone,“It's complicated; just get them ready, Simone's shot.”I retorted, regretting I had not brought a sports car; I hated the pace at which I was moving, fast but yet not fast enough as I'd want it to be. “shot! What the hell went wrong? I knew I should have come with you. I wanted you; how the hell did she get shot?” weird truck with confusion.“It just happened. I'll explain when I get home, and one more thing: Hayley is alive.”I had heard. Gaso eased across his lips; JWoww was quick to end the calls, cutting out anything else th
GIOVANNI'S POV.She pushed open her eyes, taking me by surprise, staring intently at me.“Come on in; don't hover around like a freak. Aren't you itching to ask lots of questions?” She asked. Bolting the door locked. Pushed myself toward studying every inch of her skin, it loomed and was fucking flawless as it did.She seems the same, physically, but everything else seems different.“That night... what happened?” I asked, knowing I had carried guilt around along with me for years already, each night thinking of how I had thanks to the curse that murdered my own mate.“I didn't, I didn't die, Giovanni; I somehow escaped right on time. I didn't know I had someone tailing me; I guess, however, it had been her demise in my place.” She responded, not flinching as she was telling the truth.“Why didn't you come to me? Seven years, and you are suddenly back?” I was still majorly confused about that bit.“That's because I wanted a life of my own, away from your obsession with me, Giovanni. I
SIMONE'S POV.“”You do have a thing for hovering around, don't you?” I asked, and as soon as I pushed my eyes open, Giovanni's pale face stood over the bed. I wasn't sure if he had been there all day or if he was here.“I'm sorry,but you have no idea how worked up i was, i didnt know soon you'll wake up. Do you feel? Good?” He asked without as little as a Tease, I didn't like it one bit, but then it dawned on me.I was Shot by his wife, did she want me dead? I had heard briefly the conversation they both held, and the rest had bypassed as little as a wheeze.“I'm sorry, I have no intentions to…”“I'm fine, Giovanni, " I whispered, easing him off his worries, pushing myself up the bed, grazing my fingers over the spot, shocked to see I literally felt no sort of pain. My fingers trailed over my sides slowly, and I lifted up the hem of my top, both of us stunned from the aight before us.I had no wound; it looked just as fresh.“Are you meant to heal that fast?” He asked, but I wasn't
GIOVANNI'S POV.Was the fuck wrong with her? Did she have to come and ruin the moment?. Garson hastened toward me with two men behind him.“Clean up this mess.” I ordered; I had reached out to him through the mindlink. He didn't question me, but I knew he would pep talk me sooner or later about it.“Get out of my way.” I asked curtly, my eyes pinned on that of Simones, a faint smile set across her lips as she pushed her way off Hayley who was resting against the wooden frame of the door. I shoved her to the side, mumbling beneath my breath, Cursing outwardly.Simone had said nothing until we got to her room, although I could see her mumbling beneath her breath, raging wild with anger.“Go on, wash those bloody hands of yours.” She retorted, drawing my attention to it. I said nothing and trailed my steps toward the bathroom to wash them off. I know she was pissed and unsettled, but if neither of us speaks about it now, then drag it out; I don't need three extra days of conflict betwee
GIOVANNI'S POV.“Easy boy, easy. She slurred, reaching for my shirt. I grabbed her hands, tossing her over to the floor in anger. “sex? Is that what you think this is about?” I asked, staring intently at her; she sighed, whispering inaudible gibberish beneath her words.“Oh please, get the fuck away from me, you bastard! You think that's what this is all about? Your fiancé is a moon healer. Do you know what exactly it means?” Hayley asked. her wrist wrapped around my neck.“Get off me, Hayley!” I threatened in a hoarse voice, but she didn't flinch.“If you don't, how about I spell it out for you? “she asked, leaning toward my earlobes. “It means she'll die. Once they find out about her, I'm sure she won't live another day. They'll come for her, and you know it too.”I grabbed her by the throat, clasping my palms around her, yet a smile remained on the sides of her lips.“How on earth?" Snap my neck, would you? Out of us both, out of this misery of seeing you try so hard to remain c
LAZAROS POV.“Took you long enough.” I slurred out, blowing off invisible speckles from my nails, relaxing my back against the bark of a tree.“I'm sorry, I had a little bit of an issue.” she responded, glancing at me, with a frown.“So, what's the news?” I asked, leaning even closer, my fingers trailing over her chin.“He asked me to leave” she responded, a loud whimper coursed through her lips as my claws pierced at her collarbone.“but I found something else.” She asserted in haste, I dug them even deeper into her collarbone, blood oozing off the spot as she whined from pain.“So? What did you find out?” I asked in response, staring at her misery-filled eyes.“She's the moon healer, the one you've both been searching for, that goddamn mate of his is the answer to everything,” she responded.panting heavily trying hard to catch her breath.“Very well then, you have proven to be useful.” I responded, pulling my claws out of his collarbone; she let out an even louder whimper, panti
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
SIMONE'S POVThe silence in the estate was suffocating. I had spent weeks pacing the floors, feeling every inch of this place wrap around me like a golden cage. The walls whispered Lazaro’s name, and his presence was inescapable—his scent lingering on the silk sheets, his voice reverberating in the halls long after he left them.I stepped into the garden, inhaling the night air, desperate for a moment of solitude. The roses stood tall, their deep red petals illuminated by the moonlight, and for the first time in weeks, I felt like I could breathe.But it didn’t last."Running from me, little wife?"The deep, velvety tone sent a shiver down my spine. I turned slowly, my heart already racing as I found Lazaro standing at the edge of the stone path. His stance was relaxed, but the intensity in his eyes was anything but. A glass of wine dangled loosely from his fingers, but it was the way his gaze bore into me that made my knees weak.I took a step back.He took two forwards."Don’t play
.GIOVANNI'S POV.I arched an eyebrow, cursing beneath my breath. Of course, I hadn’t expected him to choose a peaceful conversation. I had hoped he’d go for war, opt for trouble, refuse me outright—but no. Instead, I received a message from him, asking to meet alone in the woods at some private manor of his. Last I checked, I was the sane one, and he was the bloodthirsty one. But something about him awakened the darkest parts of me. I wanted his face bloodied. I wanted him dead. Gone. But was that even possible? Maybe it was good he was around. My life had been nothing short of misery upon misery. I needed him around, in check, to keep me on my toes. Lazaro raised me. No one would expect that. It had taken everyone by surprise. But that was a secret I often kept to myself. He knew everything about me. And yet, how had I been so foolish? How had I not seen how he truly felt about me? I shoved the thought away. He had said we were cool , that all was fine. So I’d tak