ChiaraI melt right against Alessio, rubbing my body on his and smiling as I feel his hardness poking under his slacks. I slide my hand between us and I touch it, watching in satisfaction as he closes his eyes and thrusts against me.“I need you to make me yours.” I kiss up his neck and his ear, slipping my hand under his pants and closing my fist around his throbbing length. “I need this inside me right now.”Alessio’s eyes darken with lust as soon as the words leave my mouth. I smirk at him, and something about his gaze changes. His expression goes from warm to burning hot, and I can sense the urgency and purpose emanating from him as he lifts me in his arms and captures my lips again.This time, I can only taste hunger. The kind of need that nearly translates into devastating starvation. He grabs my behind and hikes up my skirt, spinning me and pressing me against the wall while prying my legs apart and pushing his body between them.I arch my back, meeting his sudden thrust. There
AlessioMy body reacts before the realization can make a touchdown. I put on a robe and wrap it hastily around myself, then I wrap up the blankets around Chiara’s body before heading outside.Every single thought in my brain is gone. It’s like my mind has been wiped clean. All I can think about is bringing Chiara to Nero as fast as possible, and after what feels like seconds running all over the village, I arrive in front of his cabin.I kick the door down, not even caring about what consequences that can possibly give me much later. I look around the empty living room, my heart racing inside my ears.“Nero!” I scream, my voice cracking. “I need help, please!”My chest heaves up and down, but I force myself to look at Chiara. She’s even paler than before. My robe and my chest are covered in blackened blood. I swallow hard to steady myself, to keep myself calm long enough to find help, but the despair that washes over me nearly sends me to my knees.This is all my fault.I don’t know h
ChiaraThe soft sounds of clinking glass and the sensation of something cold and sticky on my neck are what rouse me from sleep. It’s from the same spot that Alessio bit from last night too. It’s quite strange.Confused, I open my eyes and try to look around, but my eyes get seared by this too-bright overhead light that feels like it came straight out of a surgeon’s operating room. Pure alarm jolts through my body and I immediately sit up, only to be nearly brought back down by the sudden onset of vertigo.I put my hand over my eyes to shield myself from the glaring light, blinking hard and looking at my surroundings.I’m not in Alessio’s cabin anymore. I’m lying down on a metal table with a blanket wrapped over my body, stained with a pungent black liquid. I want to kick it off me, but I’m buck-naked under it.My heart is already beating really fast, but what accelerates even more is when I see where I am. A basement of some sort, the concrete walls barely visible behind the shelves
Alessio“Don’t do this, Nero,” I pant, but I can already hear Lycus in my own voice. His power is coursing through my veins like some sort of a strong drug, and there’s nothing I can do to hold him back. I can only delay the process. “He’s getting angry. Don’t do this. You’ll regret it.”Nero just smirks at me from the other side of the cell door. “I won’t regret seeing results. And if your Wolf Spirit is getting angry . . . do something about it.”“Nero!” I scream after him, the rumble of Lycus’s voice making the whole cell vibrate.But Nero just turns around and leaves. I know he will be watching from a safe distance. Or maybe Chiara’s life is a sacrifice he’s willing to make.Either way, I’m getting angrier and angrier, sharing the rage that Lycus is harboring.I should have seen this coming.I know that Nero is a good man with questionable morals and methods. He is only focused on the results and he doesn’t care about the way he will get them, and that used to be something I respe
AlessioThe sheer power flowing in my veins and permeating in my muscles is . . . astounding. I have become a pure monster that is unlike all the other monsters in my own pack. I am stronger, much more massive, and definitely more lethal than all of them combined.I would have been impressed, I would admit that. Witnessing someone turn into what I am right now would have garnered my respect before. But not now.As I stand there in the middle of the mountain, towering over the trees and almost reaching into the sky, I feel like an anomaly more than ever.This is not normal, even by the standards of Werewolves.And it seems that Nero and the others know that very well, because they keep screaming for my death, firing volley after volley of arrows at me.There’s a very clear thought inside my head telling me to just step on them, kick them all down the mountain. That would be the easiest thing to do given what’s happening to me. Right now, I’m invincible, and there is nothing they can do
AlessioThe weight of Nero’s words hit me like an avalanche, but I don’t say anything. I just keep my head down and wait for him to continue.“I will let you rest for the day and recover completely, because the stunt you pulled last night left you weak and drained,” he explains, but his tone is as cold as ever. “I do not wish you to go on your own path with that disadvantage.”“Thank you,” I say, even though every part of me is breaking into pieces inside.With that, he also takes out a linen sack from behind his desk and hands it over to me. “This contains all the resources you need to survive in the wild for now. You have some basics like medicine for unexpected cuts and infections. You also have some food in there in case game runs dry.”“I appreciate that.” I finally lift my head and look at him. “I want to see Chiara. At least give me a chance to say goodbye.”Nero hesitates. He just drops the sack right by my feet and stares at me. “Alessio . . . what makes you think she wants t
AlessioI blink repeatedly to make sure I’m seeing things correctly, and I am. It really is Giovanni, even though his eyes are both blackened and bruised and his lips are completely busted. There’s also an open wound on his forehead that’s continuously bleeding.I sink to my knees in front of him and hold his face in my hands. “Gio. Gio, can you hear me?”“Help. . . .” he says in a daze, then his dark eyes focus on me. His whole body begins to tremble as he dissolves into tears. “Oh god . . . Master, is that really you?”“Yes.” My chest constricts when I see him weeping. “Why are you here? Who did this to you?”I raise my sword to cut off the ropes and free him from his restraints but he shakes his head and tries to put his hand on my knee. I see that his knuckle bones are showing from under his skin. Seeing it brings a chill down my spine, not because it’s not something I haven’t seen but because it’s Gio, who I have considered my best friend for the longest time.“Gio, please let me
AlessioThe sight of Rafael approaching me is enough to root me to my spot. I swallow hard, watching him walk, remembering the last time I've seen him and what he did to me.Now this is completely unexpected. So much so that I even have this urge to laugh. It's like the worst of my worlds colliding. Evelyn and Rafael, the mafia world and my old pack, my new family and my old family. Both of them united, and it's against me.The irony is unique, and with everything that happened, I just don't know what to say or do.I stare at them both, watching them smile at me as Evelyn presses the muzzle of the gun harder against Nero's temple.“I’m coming with you,” I announce, looking directly at Rafael. “I will not complain. I will not fight. I promise you, I will do whatever you want if you leave all these people alone.”Evelyn scowls. “You have no right to negotiate, as I said--”“Well, that’s definitely interesting,” Rafael cuts her off, pushing past her to get close to me. I see that she giv