FAZER LOGINApril “Don’t you want to know what was in the bottle?” His question triggers me to look at the jar automatically, spotting the droplets left in it. I feel like it is a trap, but I seem to have long lost the ability to think logically. “What was in the bottle?” I ask, and he grins slyly, stepping closer. He hands me the jar, and I fold my fingers around it, closing it in my fist. It isn't as cold as I would have expected, and I guess that it is the warmth of Scott’s hand left on the glass that is just streaming into my palm. “I gave the original bottle to the lycans,” he whispers, making me look up at him. “To have it tested, so we don’t know for certain. We suspect that it is some kind of benzodiazepine. The brownish color would indicate some street-level quality or that it was contaminated.” “That would explain a lot,” I observe calmly, and I get enraptured by the sparks the pride flashing up in his eyes creates. “Someone did his research right.” I have to suppress a l
April Snatching my wrist, he pulls me back, preventing me from grabbing the doorknob that was just inches within my reach. “The fuck?” he snarls, turning me around, only to make my back hit the wall. “What did you just say?” I stand my ground, ignoring the pain of the impact pulsating up my back, and refuse to squirm in his grip. “That you tortured me and didn’t mind asking for my help even though you knew it would—” “Not that,” he barks, causing the words to get stuck in my throat. “I took advantage of you? While you were obviously not in a conscious state?” I grit my teeth, wanting to disappear through the wall so I could escape him holding me hostage. “That’s not even the worst you have done to me. At least this time, I didn’t have to live through it. No way this is the only thing, in all that I told you that you registered with that fast brain of yours.” “The fuck, April?” he growls, baring his fangs that look like they are growing. “You are not calling me a rapist. You were
April “I beg your fucking pardon?” My hiss makes him flinch, and even if it is barely noticeable, I am hella proud of myself. Taking a step forward, I finally release my fingers, feeling them totally numbed. “You will take that back or I will slash your fucking throat,” I reach him, holding a finger into his face. He laughs, obviously not seeing me as a threat, but I can still see a confusion light up in his eyes. Is he really taken aback by my reaction? These men really don’t use their brains as they used to. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” he chuckles, literally causing my blood to swell over at how much it is boiling by now. “What the fuck is wrong with ME?” I gasp, straightening my spine as if it could make him look down at me less. “What the fuck is wrong with YOU?” He is still grinning broadly when he lowers his head, shaking it like I was some deranged, petulant girl. Inhaling, he is about to spit some more bullshit, but I stop him efficiently. “Don’t you
April Scott closes the door behind us, locking us into what looks like an empty office. It is clearly recognizable that it hasn’t been used for a bit by the stuffy air, even if it looks like it is tended to lovingly, because I can’t even spot the slightest layer of dust. I keep my gaze fixed on the neatly arranged desk of massive dark wood, trying to ignore the electricity rising in the air as he takes a few steps back into the room to stand directly behind me. Forcing myself not to react out of instinct or discomfort and turn around to look at him, I freeze myself in my spot. “What is it?” I ask, praying that I sound as unbothered as I plan to. My nails claw into my upper arms as I still hug myself as if I wanted to stabilize myself and not fall apart under the pressure created by his proximity. Even if I don’t feel cold anymore, I can feel the goosebumps prickling on my skin. I sense his hand moving around me, and I am pretty proud of myself for not acting on my instincts and
Scott I tear my eyes from her, catching myself just as my gaze reaches the brink of her backless dress, just above her waistline. In the desperate attempt to cover my slip, I push out the first thing that comes to my mind to get her attention. And end up exposing how much my brain got into a tilt. “...Gorgeous,” I blubber out, mumbling, getting April to turn around. “I beg your pardon?” she asks me with a raised brow, clenching the stem of her champagne flute a bit harder. ‘Were you trying to make her a compliment?’ My wolf wheezes, mocking me. ‘Say it again, you simp. I don’t think she heard your weak-ass flirt attempt.’ My wolf cracking up in the back of my mind is not even the worst part, as April loses her bright smile instantly, which she was flashing a nurse of her pack just a moment ago. ‘If you continue to stare at her like this, she will end up breaking the glass in two before you will be able to utter a decent phrase.’I clear my throat, repositioning on my feet while
Scott I am practically yearning for the excuses being thrown around, her screaming voice spouting them like venom to scorch into my skin. But they don’t come.It is eerily quiet when I step back into her quarters, spotting Ana sitting with her hands clasped under her thighs. She is shaking like a leaf, her head lowered, while her gaze is directed to the floor with a void look. I sigh in exhaustion, pulling my hands out of my pockets to crouch down. Her slight flinch, which signals her suppressing the urge to look at me, is barely noticeable, and I cross my hands, forcing myself to keep a calm tone. “Did Albert show you what they found in one of your drawers?” She wets her lips with her tongue before hissing, “It was my underwear drawer. How could you?” “You know that this is not the issue now, right, Ana?” I ask, squeezing my hands together as I keep myself from skyrocketing up and ending the conversation. “Did they show you what they found?” She inhales sharply just to blurt o
April The next few days go by faster than I would have expected. I would have imagined them to be a dragging pain as I still need to face the stupid Alpha about his warriors as if nothing happened. The only thing that really keeps me going is the fact that all the patients that I have under m
April My first instinct is to scream. But my lungs give up the service, only functioning to provide my body with its air supply instead of following my instinctive impulse. Gasping for air, I barely sense Scott reaching me, feeling his arms wrapping around me, and I get overwhelmed by the spa
April I open my eyes, blinking myself to reality, and I am amazed to see that I am lying in a hospital bed. With a deep sigh, I close my eyes and open them again, slowly, hoping I would magically wake up in my bed at home in the Black Amethyst Pack, realizing happily this has all just been a drea
April - A few moments before “You don’t have to do that,” Daniel sighs. “These assholes should be left to their own fate after they tried to poison us.” I put on my shoes, before I straighten up, tapping the tip on the tiled floors. “THEY didn’t poison us. And you know that I am a doctor. I can







