"Raina wanted to stay under your protection," Evelina went on to explain, a displeased look on her face. "She knows you are an honorable man. You always take care of what’s yours.”"I do," I replied, inclining my head towards my mate. "But Raina is not mine. Only one woman holds that title now mi vi
Ah. So he was a ranked wolf. A beta or alpha most likely. How the fuck did Raina even meet him? There were no other packs for miles and miles.I looked at Evelina.“Are you sure she’s not working with our enemies?” I queried, trying to figure out where to go from here.I did not owe Raina anything.
“I don’t think Amaya would betray us,” Evelina responded in a measured tone.Evelina's words rang in my ears, but doubt had already taken root. I had always trusted Amaya with my life, but recent events had shattered that trust. She'd been helping Raina keep her pregnancy a secret from me. It made s
**Evelina's POV **I knew Gabe was ruthless. Capable of far worse than I’d ever seen in my short life. But I still couldn’t help but shudder. The witch’s screams bounced off the damp stone walls of the torture chamber, as I watched him deftly stick his knife right into the middle of her pupil. He’d
“We’ve got regenerating potions on hand. Give me some credit, mi vida.” He spoke nonchalantly, as if he was telling me about the weather or something trivial like his favorite team losing a soccer match. “I’ve done this before. She’s still got some time before becoming critical. Enough time to fucki
“If you don’t tell me what I want to know, I’m going to carve out your tongue, witch. Then I’m going to split open your stomach and let our intestines hang out as a meal for the vermin that inhabit these cellars. They’re purposefully left hungry…until I offer up a victim. The rodents will come and e
When staring down the barrel of a gun, my faith in god reminds me that love conquers all fear.Bullsh*t. I was 15, dressed in a beautiful ballgown for my quinceañera and staring down the barrel of a gun when I realized how utterly f*ck*d *p my life truly was. Because as I stood there, I looked into
Gabriel's POVI wiped my bloodied knuckles, my expression stoic as I stared at the man tied up in the chair before me. Nonchalantly, I tossed the once pristine white towel, now spotted with deep crimson stains, to the floor. This was becoming tiresome. If only I could kill him and be done with it. H