“Evie, we’re so happy you’re safe,” Uncle Dylan breathed out. “I have to tell Alyssa. She was so worried.” His eyes got that faraway look in them as he mind-linked his mate.Aunt Alyssa had been pivotal in helping my mama get custody of Mia and I as children.“Your pack huh?” Tia Mel murmured, looki
“She’s right, Kyle,” Mama spoke up. “If this is what she wants…we have to support her.”“He shot Xavier in the leg!” Dad yelled, red in the face.“Seven years ago! He was a different person back then!” I snapped out angrily. I looked at Uncle Xavier apologetically. “Everyone makes mistakes. He was g
**Evelina's POV** “This is the box?” Tia Mel asked.I nodded. Once we’d told everything, Tia Mel had demanded to see the box. The packs and Tia Mel’s coven had retreated. It was more than evident now that there were far greater threats than Gabriel Rossi. The witches were trying to raise Asmodeus.
The three women exchanged smiles before looking at me and agreeing to stop.“We’re just trying to figure out how crazy your man is,” Tia Mel finally stated, her fingers going over the earth witch logo on the box. “And if ,whatever kinky shit you’re getting into, he’s making sure you’re safe.”“Even
“Oh Aria is probably worried about me being here alone,” Tia Mel said with a wave of her hand. “She really should have gone home. I thought once she passed fifty, she’d learn to take it easy. But noooo. Aria’s always worried about me.” Tia Mel sighed. “I supposed you can let her in. We can portal ho
“Why would she do that to her own baby?” Mama asked, a hand over her mouth."His mother was a power-hungry unstable bitch who thought Gabe would be weak because his father was a beta.” My voice cracked at the end of the sentence."Oh honey, that's just cruel," she whispered, her own voice breaking.
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