I swore I only blinked, but when I opened my eyes again, I found myself looking at a shabby ceiling. I felt something cold resting on my forehead so I raised a hand to check it out. A wet towel.
"Ugh," I groaned as I sat up. I was in the same room that was prepared for me, but this time, I wasn't alone. Dylan sat beside the makeshift bed, dozing off with his head leaning against the wall. I was feeling a lot better after that nap. A slight headache pounded against my temples and I assumed my fever had gone down. My stomach was still churning weirdly a little, but barely. It was both fascinating and embarrassing to fall that sick over a mere three-hour trip.Craning my head, I stared at Dylan's sleeping face. His forehead was a little bit creased as if he was having a bad dream. I instinctively reached out a hand to smooth them out, softly rubbing my thumb across it, but the sudden contact stirred him up. I automatically retracted my hand and froze, hoping that hDylan's frown deepened as he clutched the manila envelope tighter. After listening to Enzo's annoying recap of his instructions, he crushed the burner phone with his hand and threw it into the nearest road drainage. He had heard the whole thing over and over again for the past week, but despite his constant assurance that he already memorized it like the back of his hand, the blonde werewolf still insultingly felt the need to remind him.The image of Isabella, his now-pregnant mate, popped up in his head, making him feel even more annoyed than he already was. The last thing he wanted was to leave her alone in such a state, especially if she was with another male werewolf who used to supply her with pheromones when he wasn't around. It took all his might to not transform and throw a tantrum right then and there.After taking a deep breath to gain his composure, he walked towards the Hayes estate. He never imagined that a day like this would come—when he would walk u
"Isabella, come quick!" Upon hearing James's voice filled with such haste, I automatically jumped to my feet and turned towards the door in attention. While occasionally darting my wide eyes to the surroundings in hopes of finding some kind of clue as to what caused the hurry, I brisk-walked out of the room. I didn't understand the ruckus, but his alertness was kind of contagious. "W-What is it?" I asked as I watched him bend over to his knees to catch his breath after a jog. He then pointed a thumb over his shoulder while still struggling to even out his breathing. "Television. News. Right now. Dylan—" The moment I heard his name, I went running in the direction that he was pointing at. I had no idea where he was telling me to go exactly until I saw Enzo standing by a doorway of another cabin. He looked at me as if he had been waiting for me, so I stopped just a few steps away from him. "That was fast," he said flatly before pushing himself off the doorframe to head inside. I
Dylan groaned, dropping his pen to massage his temples. With a quick glance at the wall clock, he just then realized that he had been working on some paperwork nonstop for six hours now. He was aware that he had always been a workaholic, but this time, he was trying to wrap things up so that he could return to his pregnant mate. The thought of leaving the girl alone was making him antsy. Well, technically, Isabella wasn't alone—she was being looked after by another werewolf and some other male humans whom he never really bothered to get acquainted with, which was probably worse.When he looked back at the documents scattered all over his desk, his vision spun slightly, so he rubbed the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. He didn't like wearing his glasses but as the situation already called for it, he reached for the top drawer and fished out a plastic spectacle case.Just when he got back to working and signing papers again, Dylan heard a soft knock on his
"The thing is, sir…" Isaiah spoke before taking a deep breath. He then lifted his chin to look at his eyes directly. "They want a political marriage arranged as soon as possible.""Marriage?""Yes, sir. A political marriage between you and their alpha's daughter, Amelia Crawford."Dylan could feel cold sweat running down his spine—not only because they wanted him to get married, but also because that marriage would mean the dissolution of whatever conflict they have had with the other pack in the past, present, and the future. Rather than a mere partnership, it would be closer to what the humans would refer to as 'friendship'.Any werewolf's pride would not handle giving in to such requests."That's no good," he replied, burying his forehead into his palm. "If I agree, the pack would lose the little trust they have in me."No werewolf would want to serve an alpha so weak that he had to resort to a political marriage, he thought to himself.
Enzo touched my forehead with his palm to feel my body temperature. Despite not liking his touch, I was too weak to do anything. My breaths were short and ragged while my vision tunneled. According to the doctor, it was to be expected for me to suffer from severe pregnancy symptoms since my human body wasn't strong enough to carry werewolf genes, but that didn't mean that I was up to it. I hated getting sick the most."You're still burning," he mumbled under his breath before bending down to reach for the tub of ice water he had brought minutes ago. I heard it splash as he wrung out the towel and placed it snugly on my forehead."Thank you," I told him. My voice was small and raspy, but the silence in the room made it possible for me to be heard. "You didn't have to do this."Despite his usual nonchalance, it was no secret to everyone at the camp that Enzo had been dutifully taking care of me whenever my pregnancy symptoms kicked in, may it be morning sickness, cravin
"And in exchange for their assistance, they want us to get married."It took me a while to recover my voice, and when I did, all I managed to croak out was, "What do you think about t-that?"Dylan retracted his hand and my cheek immediately felt empty. He turned his body to stare at the shabby ceiling. I didn't understand why he was more fascinated by moldy wood rather than my gaze but chose to not say anything. Well, with my voice backing out, it wasn't like it would be easy to."To be honest, it's a great opportunity to get things done faster and easier."My chest throbbed.I hummed in reply to let him know that I was listening."The pack was fine with the proposal, too," he continued, still staring at the ceiling. "And it's not like…""Like what?""It's not like I'm attracted to her or anything.The way he trailed off made me think otherwise.I wanted to scream 'no' but didn't want to spoil the undoubtedly perfect opp
It was hard to open my eyes the next day. Crusts of dried tears shut my eyelids closed but after a quick rub with the back of my hands, they fortunately came off easily. As my mind began to recover from the sleep, I realized that there was something soft and warm pressed against my cheek. The harsh sunlight made me squint for a moment until my vision adjusted to the brightness. Enzo was staring down at me with a strange look on his face. He usually wears a stupid grin but today, he let his emotions run bare."Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked with a raspy voice. My fingers wandered to my cheek and true enough, that his hand was there. His expression softened even more, his eyebrows furrowing in concern. "I had a talk with Hayes last night. From the looks of it, your reunion with him must've been unpleasant."Memories of last night flashed in my head and my heart immediately throbbed painfully at the reminder. I propped myself onto my elbows before resting against the wall.
"That's enough," I heard him say. Not a second later, the television screen went black and I found myself staring at Enzo's reflection instead, a hand reached out to point the remote towards it.There was nothing about the press conference that I didn't expect, except maybe for the fact that the marriage was announced a lot sooner than I thought. The unpleasant surprise rendered me speechless and unmoved on the couch with my tightly clenched fists sitting on my lap. I could feel Enzo's sympathetic gaze on me but I didn't dare meet his eyes.I was heartbroken but strangely didn't have the energy to act on it. My eyes stung but no tears ran down my cheek. Despite the rush of a horrible mix of emotions, my head was clear—an idea popped up."Enzo," I called out. From his reflection, I saw him flinch, his eyebrows raised up in question. "Put me out there.""What do you mean?"This time, I unclenched my fists and stood up to face him. The determination in my eye
Felix watched the cherry blossom trees through the window. A book that he was supposed to read sat on his lap, but the last thing he wanted to do was study. The weather seemed too nice to spend the day doing something as exhausting as studying. If his tutor would allow him so, he would’ve run out to the grassy field outside and laid down as pink petals rain over him while he admired the clear skies. He heard the door creak open and he failed to suppress his groan. Begrudgingly, he took his book and opened it to a random page to pretend that he had been doing what he was supposed to be doing all this time. “It’s been a while.” He looked up from the page he was staring at and found Addie hovering by the doorway. She was wearing a dress and light makeup while a small smile hung on her lips. It was his first time seeing her in a couple of months, and in such garb at that! Felix let his book fall onto the floor as he jumped out of his seat to run to her. A
“So, you’re still not over that plan of yours to convince humans to cooperate with us?” Addie questioned Enzo with a raised eyebrow. She sighed and leaned against the backrest of her chair. “I thought we were going to use the high-security personnel? They don’t hire humans for that.” “You see, that security team’s strength is in numbers,” the werewolf began to explain. “They are excellent individually, of course. But their strength is amplified by much because they work as a single unit.” “And so?” “Dylan. Ash. Ethan,” he said as he raised a finger for each name before pointing a thumb at himself. “And me. We’re going to be taking them on one-by-one, as much as we can.” Felix gasped in amazement. “Wow, really?” “Yes. Then…” he leaned towards the table, pressing his palms against it for support. His red eyes glinted with mischief, just as it always did whenever he comes up with an idea he’s confi
Addie took a cautious step back into the hut. At the opposite corner of the room, she found her father sitting on the floor with his hands handcuffed behind him. She expected Felix to at least land a punch, but surprisingly, Mr. Barlowe was unscathed. She wasn’t certain whether Felix being able to overwhelm her father by his pheromones alone was frightening or impressive. The scent of familiar pheromones still lingered in the air, but it wasn’t enough to make it difficult to breathe. To her right, she saw Felix opening a window to air out the room. She then removed her helmet and goggles to properly meet his gaze. “Hey,” he said with a small smile. With a tilt of his head, he gestured towards Mr. Barlowe who was sitting silently in the corner. “If you want to talk to him, you should do so before he passes out.” That’s when Addie realized that Felix had deliberately avoided leaving any noticeable injury on her father out of consideration for her. She smiled ba
Addie realized that it became easier to breathe. Her lungs didn’t burn and the lightheadedness was gone. She took a deep breath and true enough, Felix had stopped emitting his pheromones. He was only a half-blood but his pheromones could easily overwhelm full-blooded werewolves. She shuddered to think about just how strong his father, Dylan Hayes, was. “Do you feel better now?” Felix looked up at her, his eyes back to their ordinarily dark hue. Without the golden eyes, his features were prominently Isabella’s. “Yes. Thank you.” Then, they pulled away from the hug. He thought about how nice it felt while it lasted and was guilty for thinking that his sudden pheromone outburst had at least amounted to something. Felix grabbed his goggles and helmet that were left abandoned on the dirty floor moments prior to put them back on. But just when he was about to, Addie spoke. “About earlier…” His hands froze and he felt her gaze on him, but for some re
It had only been a few months but the nostalgia hit Felix harder than he expected. It was difficult to properly look at the familiar poorly maintained streets and shanties through the dark tint of the van windows and his oversized goggles as they drove through. There were a bunch of stalls and carts set up on either side of the road, just as it always did at this time of the year. Though many were still skeptical about the whole werewolf-human coexistence propaganda, it had become a tradition to treat the presidential visit in the outskirts as some kind of a festival. Some stalls had a display of an assortment of homemade delicacies while others advertised fun games. Felix remembered running around the neighborhood as a child with a few loose change in his pocket. All the games and food made him excited so James would make him wear contact lenses despite his protests. When he grew older, they would have their own business set up on the road instead of celebrating. Ei
“It might snow today.” Felix turned to his right and found Addie. She had her head tilted up to join him in staring at the night sky. Thick, gray clouds made it impossible to see a single star. “Seems so.” “You nervous?” She craned her neck to meet his gaze. He should’ve felt embarrassed to be caught staring, but he kept the eye contact, letting himself drown into her now -familiar silvery eyes. Addie stared back, a small smile slowly making its way to her lips, “You’re nervous.” “Does it show?” “Yes,” Addie held up a hand to cup his face. Gently, she grazed his cheekbone with her thumb. “Your eyes turned yellow again.” She had her hair up into a ponytail and he wondered whether the cold wasn’t bothering her at all, so his gaze trailed down to her red ears then to her bare neck. Wordlessly, he took off his scarf and wrapped it around her. She seemed to be surprised at the gesture but grateful nonetheless. It was the scarf his mother ha
Isabella’s bullet wound had reduced into an almost-scar. There was still some noticeable redness and swelling on her skin, but she already regained full mobility on her right arm. Nonetheless, when she decided to finally get out of bed that morning, Dylan insisted on assisting her. Despite finding his concern flattering, she couldn’t help but get slightly annoyed at the exaggeration of it all. Craning her head to her left, she cocked a brow at her lover who had a strong arm snaked around her waist to support half of her body weight as she walked. “Dylan, my injury is on my shoulder. Even if my wound isn’t healed yet, I can still walk just fine on my own.” It took a few weeks for his pheromones to heal her wound as the bullet was lodged quite deeply into her flesh, almost penetrating through her back. But for a human, that was already more than impressive. “But…” he looked back at her with a frown and an adorable subtle pout. “What if you fall and hit
“You should live on without me.” Dylan’s voice echoed in her ears, drowning out the sound of the breeze blowing and the curtains flapping. Amidst her shock, she only had enough strength to slowly shake her head and say, “No. I-I don’t want to.” “Without my pheromones, the first few months would be difficult,” he smiled wider as he explained, but the bitterness in it and in his voice was still evident. “But since you’re human, your body can adjust to it slowly.” No, that’s not what I meant, she thought. Tears blurred her vision, and the painful lump in her throat didn’t allow her voice to come out. Isabella wanted to argue or move to embrace him and keep him from leaving. How can I live without you? He cupped her face and wiped away her tears with a thumb. His touch was gentle…too gentle. It felt as if he was paranoid about bruising her skin again. “After all, this bond wasn’t meant to happen in the first place.” His
The sound of the gates creaking open gave Isabella the strength to snap out of her fear and push Lucas away. She spotted a familiar figure standing by the gates through her peripheral view and she swore she felt her heart drop to her stomach right then. Slowly, she turned her head and, true enough, Dylan was right there, out of breath and shooting daggers at Lucas with his dark eyes. Lucas, confused and annoyed at the interference, followed her line of vision and found the werewolf standing a few yards away from where they sat. He sighed and stood up, returning the same menace he was giving him. “I assume your Isabella’s husband?” “D-Dylan…” Lucas briefly looked at her past his shoulder before scoffing at him. “‘Dylan’? I heard people around here call you ‘Kent’.” Dylan didn’t bother replying. He turned his gaze to Isabella, who remained frozen in fear on her blanket, and took brisk steps towards her. He noticed how her eyes darkened with his every st