****************Blake Pov**************
When the shorthand on the clock hit seven and the long hand pointed at twelve, I stared away from the wall clock and looked at the door.
Then I rolled over, laid on my back, and slowly shut my eyelids, blinking as my eyes adjusted to the bright chandelier light.
It was hard to fall asleep when Nero was haunting my dreams, and it was even irresistible to ignore his scent, even though I was trying to since he arrived home a few hours ago.
When the bitterness I felt finally left me, I dragged myself out of bed and headed in the hallway, planning on going downstairs for a cold glass of water.
But as I wa
******************Luna Pov**********When I stepped out of my bathroom and entered my room in a towel, I saw my mother sitting on the edge of the bed dressed in a stunning, elegant dress, looking like a true Luna.When our eyes met, she gazed away, and her sight rested on the bags."What's in there?" My mother asked."I told you that I was going shopping today," I said, striving to keep my emotions in check.Tonight was extremely important for my mother, and I knew her mood would be unstable, and a slight slip of the tongue could send her off. Also, I needed her to be in a good mood for when I broke the news about… Damn it! I didn't get his name.
Watching my mother grimace at Nero, I felt so enraged, and yet, I knew not to blaze the fire by getting mad.So, I gazed at Nero, drew my brows together, and made a face to signal him to answer her question.For a moment, he stared at me and then faced my mother as he said, "Good evening. I'm Nero Fang, a transfer instructor from West Coast college who recently arrived in the state."With a look of annoyance on her face, my mother snorted derisively and said, "I'm not asking for your name or job? I mean, who are you exactly, and what…""Google my name," Nero calmly uttered, not breaking eye contact with her."I need the answer from
***********Nero Pov************Now that I am standing in a room filled with the scent of my enemies, memories are rushing back to my mind and I can see the blood of our history clear.And even though the past wasn't something that I wanted to repeat at this moment, my wolf was misbehaving because of the scent of Loki.But I caged its rage and smiled as Luna approached me. Tonight has been tough with all the fake emotions I had to put on and portray and the lies I had to tell.But to win the trust of my enemies, I had to gain their sympathy first, and even though it wasn't going to be simple, today was the first step."I'm sorry," Luna said with a wea
*****************Blake POV************Grabbing the sheets even tighter, I let out a soft moan as I gazed into Nero's eyes. My body ached, and we had been at it for the longest, yet wherever he touched started a fire that needed to be quenched by him.Finally, the sound of his phone alarm started buzzing, and Nero stopped thrusting, giving me a moment to rest.The drowsiness I felt made my eyelids fall a little, and I struggled to open my eyes when I heard Nero say, "It's six o'clock already?"Then he turned his focus back to me, pressed his body against mine, and I could feel him deeper inside of me."Good morning," Nero said, his lips brushed against my cheek."I'm sleepy," I cried out, squeezing the sheet.When he leaned toward my lips, I wrapped my hands around his neck as he whispered, "Of course. We had sex all night."&n
***********Nero Pov*********I watched as Blake reached for the cereal box, shoved her hand into it, and ate a few.From her remark, it seemed like she was planning to run away after her first transformation, and that was a good thing for me, for my plan.But then again, even though I am not still certain that she is my mate, a part of me wants her to stay. Why? I don't know.For years, we Fangs alphas had difficulty finding our mates because of a curse, and only when we go through hell, are we certain that she is the one.That's why losing my mother really shattered my father because of how long it took him to realize that she is the one, his mate.
******************Luna POV***********Getting rejected twice by Nero had me at the last limit of my patience, and now that I have played the bond card, I waited eagerly for him to take the bait.My mother was right all along. Killian is my mate. I felt it last night, even though I tried to dismiss the feeling by getting angry at him and striving to feel hostility toward him.But not in a million years will I admit it. That I have been bonded with a lothario. Also, he was not that desirable in wealth and appearance, and no matter what, I deserve the best, which is Nero."Are you going to say something?" I asked, pouting at Nero because it had been a while now and he had not answered my question.
************Nero POV********When the gentle morning light crept into my room, I rubbed my face before slowly opening my eyes. Then for about a few minutes, I didn't blink with my sight focused on the ceiling.After lying still for a while, I threw the blanket off me and sat up in bed. Then I gently rested my feet onto the cold floor, got up, and walked into the bathroom.Once I got undressed, I stepped into the shower, turned it on, and leaned my head against the glass, allowing the flow of warm water to beat on my skin.For days now, Blake has been keeping her distance. Today was the day of the full moon, and thankfully it's Sunday so I don't have to go on campus since during thefull moon is when I find it the hardest to keep my wolf cage and stay in control.After getting done with my shower and wearing something comfortable, I came downstairs for breakfast a
The pale crescent half-moon shone like a bright bulb in the sky, and the cloud looked peaceful while I gazed at the window. As the noises of nature echoed into the room, Blake was deep in sleep. Then a sudden movement on the bed caused my attention to sway toward her, and she slowly raised her eyelashes before shutting them. Since it was her first transformation, it was quite slow, and Blake was subjected to three hours of intense pain, and I got worried and gave her some pills. After taking it, she fell asleep and has been sleeping for close to two hours now. Knowing that the full moon was up, and she could go through her transformation any time, I have been sitting here, waiting for the moment to happen.
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