Jason POV“I know Blake doesn't like me, but it's been weeks since we have seen Nero. It's unfair that we stood up for him and got banished, but he's been ghosting us for his little mate.” Scarlett whined in my ear, alerting my worries.I didn't tell her that Nero was traveling with Blake because I wasn't sure how crazy she would handle it and because Nero made me swear that I wouldn't.But they should have arrived yesterday, and yet, I haven't received any call from him. I know how they can be all over each other, and I have been trying not to think not a reason why Nero won't text me about their arrival because, doing the math, it all led to them having sex.Now that Scarlett had reminded me, I was hunted by the thought again, annoying the shit out of me.“Can you go do something else and stop hanging with me?” I mumbled, looking away from her and hoping she would get the message. “I got exile, remember?! You and Nero are the only creature I know in this place, so excuse me for wa
As Blake's hand tightened around my neck, her eyes burning with fury, I felt a cold shiver run down my spine. This wasn't the Blake I knew. She seemed like she had lost her soul, consumed by vengeance."I could snap your neck, gash your head, and deliver it to him," she hissed, her voice devoid of any emotion. "Do you think that will hurt him like he has wounded my heart? To make him suffer before his execution."I struggled against her grip, gasping for air as panic flooded my senses. "Blake, please, listen to me," I pleaded, my voice desperate. "You don't want to do this. You don't want him dead."Her grip loosened slightly, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of doubt in her eyes. But then her expression hardened once again, and she pushed me away, causing me to stumble backward."You should leave, Jason," she said coldly, her voice cutting through the air like a knife. "I have no mercy for the friends of my enemy."I dropped to my knees, tears welling up in my eyes as I re
********Blake POV********My blood ran cold as I stared hard at Nero and saw how daring his eyes were. It had that look that seemed to say he would rather die than let me in his head. That was a challenge that I was not willing to back down from. At first, I took it lightly, but soon, frustration started to well within me with each futile attempt to breach the walls of his mind. The intensity of his mental barriers was strong and impenetrable like steel. The harder I tried, my wolf snarled and paced within me, restless and agitated by our inability to reach Nero's thoughts."Why are you protecting her, Nero?" I demanded, my voice cutting through the tense air, my eyes narrowing as I studied him.Silent at first, Nero's jaw tightened, his gaze shifting between me and himself, his expression unreadable. "I have my reasons, Blake," he replied with such softness that made me melt at his tone for a moment, and the fact that he still had that effect on
The heavy footsteps of the guard echoed down the dimly lit corridor as I stood there, my anger unyielding despite Nero's desperate pleas. Calmly, I motioned for the guard to enter the cell, my gaze unwavering as I watched Jason's expression morph from confusion to realization.But Nero's voice, filled with anguish and frustration, reverberated off the cold stone walls of the cell. His pleas tugged at my conscience, threatening to unravel the carefully constructed facade of indifference I had built. But I couldn't."Don't do this, Blake," Nero whispered as I stared deep into his eyes."Wait... What's going on, Blake?!" Jason's voice trembled slightly, his eyes darting between me and Nero.Ignoring his question, I gestured for the guard to lock him up alongside Nero, my voice cold and commanding. "Chain him. Make sure he can't interfere with my investigation.""Blake, stop! Hey! Stop!" Nero shouted.Yet his protests fell on deaf ears as the guard yanked Jason by his hands, the clinking
As Harley led me down the hallway toward Jason's room, my mind raced with anticipation and dread. The weight of my decision pressed heavily upon me, but I pushed those thoughts aside, focusing on the task at hand.Finally reaching the door, Harley hesitated for a moment before turning to me, her eyes filled with uncertainty. "Here we are," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper."Thanks," I said softly, offering her a small, reassuring smile. With a nod and a stiff smile, she turned and walked away, leaving me standing in front of the door to Jason's room.Taking a deep breath, I reached out and turned the handle, pushing the door open slowly. The room was dimly lit, shadows dancing across the walls, and my heart clenched at the sight of Scarlett sitting on the edge of the bed, her expression a mixture of confusion and concern."Blake?" she said, her voice soft with disbelief. "What are you doing here? And where's Nero?"Closing the door behind me, I stepped further into the r
As Scarlett's words sank in, a maelstrom of emotions churned inside me, twisting and writhing like a nest of vipers. The truth she spoke clashed violently against the narrative I had built in my mind, shattering it into a million fractured pieces. Anger, confusion, and betrayal surged through me in equal measure, threatening to engulf me in their fiery embrace."You're all liars!" I shouted, my voice echoing off the walls of the room. "Every single one of you knew the truth, and yet you kept it from me! How could you? How could you deceive me like this?"Scarlett recoiled at the venom in my words, her eyes wide with fear. But I paid her reaction no mind, too consumed by my own rage to care about the effect my words had on her."Maybe I should just kill you all!" I continued, my voice rising to a fever pitch. "I can't trust any of you anymore! I don't know whose story to believe!"The wolf within me stirred, its primal instincts sensing my growing fury. It whispered seductively in the
I drove Scarlett back to my mansion in silence, the weight of what had transpired hanging heavy in the air between us. She was still visibly shaken from our confrontation, her normally confident demeanor replaced by a palpable sense of unease.As we neared the mansion, Scarlett finally broke the silence. "Blake, what happened between you and Nero for things to get this bad... It just doesn't make sense that he would...?" she asked, her voice tentative."Would what?""Nothing,""It seems like it's not in you guys' DNA to tell the truth... Hmm... But unlike you guys, I will answer you though. It all started when Blade, my grandfather, arrived in town, something the Nero knew yet kept from me to treat me as the fool he thinks I am." I began, my voice tinged with bitterness. "Mr. Blade is here?"I could tell she didn't mean to blurt it out, but the moment those words escaped her lips, her eyes grew huge and she quickly looked away, trying to compose herself.I rolled my eyes in annoyance
As we pulled up to the mansion, a heavy tension enveloped us, each moment carrying the weight of what had transpired between Nero and me. Scarlett sat beside me, her unease almost tangible, her eyes flitting nervously.Guiding Scarlett through the grand entrance, the mansion loomed over us. The dim corridors echoed with our footsteps, the only disruption in the thick silence that hung around us.Entering the main punishment ground, Scarlett gasped in shock at the scene of Nero and Jason chained, and her horror-filled gasp resonated through the hall, her hands covering her mouth in disbelief."What have you done, Blake?" Her voice trembled with anguish and disbelief. "How could you do this to them?"I remained silent, my eyes locked on Nero, his gaze meeting mine with a mix of pain and acceptance. There was no hint of regret or defiance, just a quiet resignation to his fate.Ignoring Scarlett's protests, I turned to the guards and ordered, "Leave us."The guards hesitated, glancing unc
As I descended the stairs, the smell of fresh coffee greeted me. Jason was in the kitchen, pouring a cup for himself. He looked up as I entered, a warm smile on his face."Morning," he said, his voice gentle. "I made coffee.""Thank you," I replied, taking the cup he offered. The warmth of it seeped into my hands, a small comfort. "I appreciate it."We stood in companionable silence for a moment, sipping our coffee. The morning light filled the kitchen, creating a peaceful atmosphere that contrasted sharply with the frenzy inside me."Blake," Jason began, his voice hesitant. "I know I keep pushing this but you have been restless since yesterday... I can feel it without you telling me... every second, every time you block me out of your head, you can't stop me from feeling what your heart is going through. Are you sure you're okay? I mean, okay?"I met his gaze, the concern in his eyes evident. I wanted to reassure him, to tell him that everything was fine, but I couldn't bring myself
Blake's POVI woke to the pale light of dawn streaming through my curtains, casting a soft glow on my bedroom walls. I stretched, feeling the comfort of my warm bed cocooning me, reluctant to break free from its embrace. As I sat up, a sharp knock echoed through the quiet room, pulling me from my sleepy haze."Blake? Are you awake?" Jason's voice, laced with urgency, came from the other side of the door.I threw back the covers and reached for my robe, slipping it on hurriedly as I padded across the room. My heart pounded a little faster. Why was he here so early? I opened the door to find Jason standing there, his expression a mix of concern and frustration."Jason? What's wrong?" I asked, tightening the belt of my robe.He ran a hand through his disheveled hair, a sign that he'd been restless. "Blake, you've been blocking your mindlink from me. I can't hear your thoughts, and it's driving me insane. I can tell something's troubling you."I hesitated, looking away. "I don't know what
Nero's PovThe terminal's buzz of activity faded as we stepped out into the brisk evening air. My business partners, Victor and Raymond, chatted animatedly beside me, discussing the upcoming meeting at the resort. I nodded along, only half-listening. My mind was elsewhere, stuck on the strange encounter with the boy named Nicholas.We piled into a sleek black SUV waiting at the curb, and I slid into the back seat, the leather cool against my skin. Victor took the front passenger seat, continuing his conversation with Raymond, who was driving. They were both seasoned businessmen, used to these trips and the high-stakes negotiations that accompanied them. I should have been focused, mentally preparing for the discussions ahead, but I couldn't shake the feeling of familiarity that had struck me when Nicholas had looked up at me with those wide eyes.As we drove towards the resort, the cityscape gave way to more serene surroundings. I stared out the window, trying to piece together why
Blake's POVI stepped off the plane, the cool air of the terminal a welcome contrast to the stifling cabin. Nicholas's small hand gripped mine tightly, his eyes wide with excitement and curiosity. We maneuvered through the crowd, making our way to the immigration counters.The lady behind the counter looked up as we approached, her eyes scanning my passport. “Bella Greene?” she called, her voice smooth and practiced. “Yes,” I replied, my heart racing slightly. The name had become second nature, a part of the disguise I had maintained for years.The woman smiled warmly and then glanced down at Nicholas. “And who is this handsome little fellow?”“This is my son, Nicholas,” I said, returning her smile.She leaned forward slightly, her gaze softening. “How old are you, young man?”Nicholas beamed up at her, his pride unmistakable. “I’m eight.”The lady chuckled, handing back our documents. “Well, you have a very charming boy, Bella. Enjoy your stay.”“Thank you,” I said, taking the passp
Every fiber of my being screamed in agony as I reached out through the mindlink, desperately trying to connect with Blake. But she wasn't there. The connection was broken, severed by some unseen force, leaving me stranded in a sea of darkness, alone."Blake?" I whispered, my voice trembling with fear and desperation. But there was no response, only the echoing silence of my own mind.My wolf paced restlessly within me, its primal instincts urging me to break free from the chains that bound me, to unleash its fury upon the world. I fought against it, struggling to maintain control, but the bonds that held me were slipping, fraying with each passing moment."Nero, snap out of it!" Scarlet's voice cut through the haze of my thoughts, her words laced with urgency and concern. "You'll get yourself killed!"But I couldn't heed her warning. All I could think about was Blake. I had to find her, no matter the cost."I have to get to her," I muttered, my voice hoarse with emotion. "I have to fi
Blake POVMy body felt cold as I stood naked in front of Jason, opening the mind link between Nero and me. I felt his pain, and it was time for him to feel mine.Jason's jaws clutched, and I could see that he was fighting to restrain himself, but his wolf had always wanted me. Now that I was standing vulnerably before him, bare, his eyes darkened, his gaze burning with a mixture of desire and conflict. I could sense the tension radiating off him as he struggled to maintain control over his instincts. With the mind link open, Nero's anguish surged through me, his voice echoing in my head, "Blake, the guard took Jason away. What are you going to do with him?""Can't you feel it in my body, Nero... I am breaking our bond." I hissed back, the pain was so intense... I could hardly breathe. I could feel his fear, his anxiety, his fear of coursing through my veins."Jason... You and Jason... Blade, kill me before you do this. Blake..." Nero groaned in my head. "Please, just end me now. Don'
Jason's POVI was startled awake by the sudden commotion, the clanging of metal against metal echoing through the dimly lit cell. The guards burst in, their faces hidden behind stern masks, their intentions unclear. My heart pounded in my chest as they approached, their eyes cold and unyielding."What's going on?" Scarlett's voice trembled beside me, her hand reaching out in confusion. "Where are you taking him? Where's Blake?"Nero's voice joined hers, his tone sharp with concern. "Answer us! Where are you taking Jason?"But the guards remained silent, their grip firm as they yanked me off the chains that bound me. I stumbled, my legs weak from hours of confinement. Fear gnawed at my insides as I was forced out of the dungeon, the darkness of the cell giving way to the flickering torchlight of the corridor."Please," I pleaded, my voice hoarse. "Tell me what's happening. Where are you taking me?"But my words fell on deaf ears as the guards dragged me further away from Scarlett and N
As my grandfather's question hung in the air, I couldn't help but feel a sense of doubt creeping into my mind. What proof did Scarlett have? Could I trust her account of that fateful night? After all, my entire worldview had been shattered once already today."I... I don't know, Grandpa," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. "But something just feels off about all of this. I can't explain it, but I can't shake the feeling that there's more to the story than what we've been told."My grandfather nodded solemnly, his expression mirroring my uncertainty. "Trust your instincts, Blake. They will guide our family for generations after I am gone. So remember, as the next leader of our pack, you cannot afford to trust easily. There are those who would seek to deceive and manipulate you for their own gain."His words struck a chord within me. Was I truly ready to take on the responsibility of leading our pack, especially in the midst of such turmoil and uncertainty? Did I even want th
I stormed through the dimly lit corridors of the mansion, my mind a tumultuous storm of conflicting emotions. Each step I took echoed through the empty halls, a stark contrast to the chaos raging inside me. As I reached Loki's cell, I could hear the faint sound of chains rattling, and I scowled.Pushing open the heavy door, I was met with the sight of Loki, chained up in the corner of the room, bruises marring his once proud features. His eyes widened in fear and desperation as he caught sight of me, and he lunged forward, only to be yanked back by the chains that bound him."Blake, please, spare me," he pleaded, his voice raw with desperation. "I... I'm your father. I didn't mean for any of this to happen.""Okay," I said blankly. I didn't feel like hearing his pathetic apology. After everything that had been done to me over the years... what right did I have to pity him or offer even a tiny shred of care to anyone? Even to myself. And certainly not to him. Not after everything. Lok