“One way or another, Paul and his crew are going to find out about her. Once they do… you are going to want to be close to her so you can protect her. Volanas are very strong, some might actually be dangerous if they had lost their way. But something tells me that Lila isn’t dangerous at all, and sh
Enzo’s POV The scent of honeysuckle grew stronger the closer I got to the packhouse. What was she doing there? School starts tomorrow; there isn’t a reason why she would be over. Although, I have been ignoring her calls and texts. So, maybe she was there because she wanted to talk to me. What
It wasn’t until Dee loudly cleared her throat that we stopped. “Maybe you should take this somewhere more private?” She suggested trying not to look at us as she continued cooking. Lila’s face reddened as I put her down. I grabbed onto her hand and pulled her with me. She went without hesitati
Lila’s POV HOLY HELL!!! Did he do what I think he did??? “Yes!” Val chuckled. “Lila! We’ve been marked!!” Enzo just marked me. I reached my hand to touch the tender mark on the back of my shoulder blade. It still hurt a little, but not much. It didn’t hurt when he did it; in fact, it felt
“You mean that?” I asked, peering up at him. He reached his hand out for me to take. “Of course,” he said with a smile. “Now, let’s go get dinner.” I breathed out relieved as I grabbed his hand and allowed him to pull me out of bed. I walked with him, my hand still in his, as we walked out of
Lila’s POV I stared at Dee with shock; she had seen the mark so quickly. I didn’t even realize she was standing there. Soon, murmurs erupted from around the dining room, and everyone was excitedly chirping. “Did the Alpha mark her??” “Had he finally found his mate?!” “I knew something was
Enzo turned to me and smiled. “Hold on, let me fix myself a plate,” he said as he continued to place food on his plate. Dee went back to work and others were talking amongst themselves. Once Enzo was done, we went over to the dining table and sat down. I stared at my food with a frown as Enzo
Enzo’s POV My mother sat in the backseat with bruises and cuts occupying her face. Her hands and feet were bound together, making it impossible for her to move, despite her desperately trying. Her mouth was also covered in tape, so she couldn’t speak but I heard her screaming through the tape. I