~ CHAPTER ~ 74 ~ I WAS NERVOUS~ ROMEO~ I felt the tinge in my spine as I could foresee what was coming my way. I knew she was going to reject me, but I was not letting her get away from me that easily. I was already pissed after losing the agreement with those men who ran the alpha circle. And what she was about to say drove me crazy. Secondly, Chase did the 'last- touch' when he stopped beside her and called her 'Warrior'. I didn't want her to get involved with any of them. It only agitated me. More than I could ever be. As soon as they all passed her without forgetting to inspect her with their eyes I reached to her in less than a breath, before she could even sense me or turn her head to see me coming, my hand was already on her throat that I was resisting myself to break her fragile swan-like neck. I had to resist myself to do anything impulsive but I couldn't. I could never control myself when she was anywhere near my vicinity. I let out on her by saying anything to stop her
CHAPTER 75~ RHYTHM OF MY HEART~ ROMEO~ The rhythm of my heartbeat was increasing with every passing second. I could hear my heart thumping louder than usual. Usually, my heart beats four times slower than anyone. It was not like this before, it used to beat like a normal heart but with time I learned this art of controlling my heartbeat. It helps me beat my enemies more easily. They think I died because of my slow heartbeat, however, that was when I seized the opportunity to kill them. To tear them apart. However, if it was a blessing to be the master of a heart that beats slower than anyone, it sure came with a curse of feeling everything more than anyone. In slow motion. At this moment, that blessing of a slow heart was killing me more than I could reflect it on my face. When she was standing in front of me with tears pooling in her eyes, blood running out of the cuts on her arm was hurting me, more than it was hurting her. It was that god damn mate bond. If someone asked what w
CHAPTER 76~ HER BROTHER ~ ROMEO~ And then she laughed, she laughed so hard and manically that she had to clutch her stomach because maybe it started to hurt by the amount she was laughing. I stared at her and kept staring at her, wondering what must have crossed her mind, amidst the tension we were in? I just have threatened her with the life of Veronica. “Do you really think I would give a damn about the woman who is about to abandon me for her own good? Do you really think I would never know the drastic change in her behavior? DO you think I am a fool born yesterday?” She said in between her attempt of stopping her laugh. Her eyes were crinkled with a few drops of tears which I could not decipher if they were because of her laugh or because of some kind of hurt. Maybe both. I shouldn’t have felt this way, because I was somewhat happy or maybe relieved to see that I still have some effect on her. I could still play with her mood. But the things that she said made me narrow my e
CHAPTER 77 ~ RING A BELL ~ ROMEO~ “Stop her,” I said as soon as I kicked that door opened and it hit the wall behind it so loudly but that motherfucker didn’t even flinch or bat an eye, if it were someone else I would have expected a different reaction, One. as to jump up with that sudden sound. And two. curse out. But no, these were never his reactions, his only reaction- when he saw me so fucked up, blood still dripping down my chin that I coughed out after being rejected by her, my disheveled hair, and the same goes for my expensive tailor-made suit- was disgust. He kept looking at me as if I was some of the most disgusting things he had ever crossed in his entire life. He was half naked, and his signature black ripped jeans were the only piece of clothing on his giant body, motherfucker never went to the pack's training ground, and said, it’s filthy to sweat along with disgusting wolves, so he does his workout in his gym, in that gym he doesn’t let anyone do their workout,
Chapter 78 ~ NATALIA~ Thump. Thump. Thump. The sound of my shattered heart was resonating in my ears like the bass music of some party. But unfortunately, it was not that, it was the mourning of my heart. Of my mate. Of the mate bond. Because of the person, my heart used to beat once upon a time. All the time I was delusional about my strength, I thought I had it in me what it takes to reject my mate because I had been repeating this moment in my head several times before to prepare myself. Because deep down I know there will come a day when I must reject him for my sanity. However, all that preparation didn’t help me an ounce when I rejected him. It was a good thing that I didn’t throw up in front of him, I held onto my ground and acted bravely and didn’t let him see my pain. Because he was standing tall, it rubbed more salt in my wounds to see him standing unfazed. As if all of this never really mattered to him. The rejection. The fact that I was no longer going to stand his dir
CHAPTER 79 ~ NATALIA~ I didn’t know there was so much left for me to endure. I thought once I rejected that jerk, I would be able to live again the way I had been before I came back here. A carefree life. When was the last time luck was with me? Only for this moment, when that unknown woman saved me. Now I wish she would have never saved me… As she towered over me while I was still on the floor, catching up with my shallow breathing, she and Danny were having intense eye contact. “Tell me the exact reason why you are here?” Danny’s words were sounding like a threat as if he was threatening her to go back from where she might have come but they lack the authority to stop her. “You must have forgotten two things, Daniel MacAllister. One, Who I am, and Two, that I’m not yours to be obligated to answer your question.” She raised her index and middle finger to make a peace sign, at least that's what it looked when she counted those two things but she ended up showing her middle f
~ NATALIA~ I always wondered what would it feel like if someone loses a part of their memories and then once they remember all of those long lost memories. At that certain moment in time, what would they feel like?Would they be glad that they have remembered an important part of their life, or would they feel miserable because those memories were more painful for them than the current hell they were living in? Or maybe it’s both. Because now I have the answer to the question I always wondered about. I was glad and miserable at the same moment. I was glad because I remembered who was in my past that I could not remember and was living my life to the fullest.I was miserable because those memories were the horrible truth and a part of my life. For a moment I was dying with the pain of rejection and the next moment I was forced to remember all those memories and I had to acknowledge the fact that I had a brother who was always by my side but never tried to stop the monster who was
I was watching my real parents enjoy a meal in a wooden cabin. My eyes were getting filled with tears as I saw us all together, we looked so happy. I giggled and then my giggling turned into a laugh as my mother started to tickle me. When she finally stopped she said that I will become a brave werewolf warrior just like her father, Owen. I looked at the man, who now I know was my real father. Owen Mcallister. I could see how proud he was feeling when he heard my mother say that I would take after him.I then looked at Daniel, my brother, and pointed at him with my little index finger. He was devouring his food as if he would never get to eat this again, so I asked my mother, "What about Daniel?" My mother glanced at him and when he heard his name, he looked up with curiosity. It looked like he too wants to know what he will become once he reaches his age.When my mom saw the excitement in Daniel's purple-colored eyes, she must have felt overwhelmed because his eyes are of the same co
NATALIASitting there with Romeo, just shooting the breeze, out of nowhere, this crazy pain hit me like a freight train. Water everywhere – turns out my water broke, and I wasn't supposed to pop until next week. Talk about the unexpected, right? Now, our pack's got this rule about having to pop out your pups right here on our turf. No escaping that one. So, here I am, dealing with this delivery agony a week ahead of schedule. Romeo's flipping out, screaming for help. Pack folks start swarming in like bees, all wide-eyed and worried. Picture this: me, in the middle of a makeshift delivery room surrounded by anxious wolves. Pain's getting wild like some primal force taking over. Romeo's there, clueless as ever, and I'm just pushing through the chaos. Let me tell you, delivering twins is no joke. Contractions hit like a sledgehammer, each one dragging on for what feels like forever. The pack's trying to help, but they can't take away the grind of it all. It's a full-on battle, not just p
SYDNEYMy fingers danced nervously over the phone's keypad as I dialed Romeo's number. The urgency in my chest fueled the anxiety in my voice when he finally picked up."Romeo, it's Sydney," I blurted out, the words tumbling over each other. "I need your advice. Should I head to Natalia's now? Something just doesn't feel right, like there's an eerie cloud hanging over her due date."There was a pause on the other end, and then he asked, "What's going on?"It's hard to explain," I began, struggling to find the right words. "It's like there's something malevolent inside her, something beyond the ordinary. I can't shake this feeling that the child she's carrying isn't just a bundle of joy. It's like there's a darkness, and it's threatening both her and the baby."I could almost hear Romeo furrowing his brow on the other end. "Darkness? What do you mean?"I mean, it's as if there's an evil presence in her womb," I confessed, my voice dropping to a hushed tone. "And I'm afraid that once that chi
ELVINAAlone in the dimly lit chamber, the oppressive weight of my actions hangs in the air, suffocating me like a dense fog. The flickering candles cast dancing shadows on the intricately carved runes etched into the cold stone floor, each symbol a testament to the forbidden path I've tread. Natalia lies motionless on the altar, her presence a fragile vessel for the soul I sought to resurrect. As the cold reality settles in, doubt snakes through my mind like a relentless serpent. The initial madness that drove me to perform the forbidden ritual now morphs into a gnawing unease. Regret, thick and palpable, permeates the atmosphere, saturating the very air I breathe. What was once a desperate bid to bring back my sister now feels like a pact with shadows and echoes. A solitary tear traces a path down my cheek, its journey mirroring the torment within. Natalia, vulnerable and unconscious, is now the unwitting conduit for a force beyond her understanding. The chamber, once filled with th
DANIELI was seriously frustrated, like a fire about to explode, as I gripped Elvina's shoulder. My eyes shot a warning, trying to convey the urgency of what I was about to say. "I warned you, Elvina! Stay away from Natalia!" You could practically feel the echoes of my caution lingering in the charged air around us. Elvina's eyes were a storm of defiance as she forcefully pulled my hand away from her shoulder. Her words were sharp, cutting through the room. "You can't control me. Unless you want her to die, that is. The child she's carrying is the reincarnation of my sister, and her soul is not something anyone can dictate or tolerate."The room turned into an emotional battlefield, with unspoken truths and the weight of our complicated history thickening the air. I was torn between protecting Natalia and trying to wrap my head around the profound connection Elvina felt. The room's dim light created shadows on our strained faces, each expression revealing the depth of our internal stru
DANIELI was seriously frustrated, like a fire about to explode, as I gripped Elvina's shoulder. My eyes shot a warning, trying to convey the urgency of what I was about to say. "I warned you, Elvina! Stay away from Natalia!" You could practically feel the echoes of my caution lingering in the charged air around us. Elvina's eyes were a storm of defiance as she forcefully pulled my hand away from her shoulder. Her words were sharp, cutting through the room. "You can't control me. Unless you want her to die, that is. The child she's carrying is the reincarnation of my sister, and her soul is not something anyone can dictate or tolerate."The room turned into an emotional battlefield, with unspoken truths and the weight of our complicated history thickening the air. I was torn between protecting Natalia and trying to wrap my head around the profound connection Elvina felt. The room's dim light created shadows on our strained faces, each expression revealing the depth of our internal stru
NATALIAMy heart raced like the staccato beat of distant drums as I approached Romeo, the flickering candlelight in the dimly lit room casting shadows on my face. The air crackled with the anticipation of finally meeting my twin sister, Dahlia— a reunion I had yearned for since the moment I discovered her existence. "Romeo," I began, my voice a delicate symphony tinged with excitement, "have you managed to reach Sebastian? I can't bear the agonizing wait any longer—I need to see Dahlia."Romeo's eyes, a canvas of uncertainty, met mine as he shook his head, "I haven't been able to get in touch with him yet, Natalia."A surge of frustration tightened its grip on my chest, like a vine constricting around my heart. I knew all too well the significance of Sebastian's elusive approval, especially in light of the unique bond he shared with Dahlia. "This is unbearable," I sighed, my impatience echoing in the hushed room. The scent of aged parchment and ancient secrets hung in the air, underscor
NATALIAAs the soft pads of my fingertips caressed the gentle curve of my burgeoning belly, I found solace in the quietude of the moment. The room was hushed, and the only symphony that mattered played within the confines of my body—the rhythmic ballet of life unfolding. A tender smile graced my lips, a testament to the profound connection I felt with the two tiny souls growing beneath my touch.Their kicks, playful and spirited, transformed my womb into a lively arena. Each flutter echoed the promise of an impending joy, and as their tiny feet danced beneath my skin, laughter escaped me—an involuntary melody in response to the enchanting rhythm of life within. It was as if my body had become a sanctuary, a haven where the language of kicks and twirls spoke volumes.Overwhelmed by the sheer magic of it all, tears welled up, glistening like dewdrops on the petals of a delicate flower. These were tears of joy, a manifestation of the profound emotion that coursed through me—a blend of grat
NATALIASo, picture this: I'm casually strolling through the garden vibes early in the morning, right? The sun's doing its thing, making the whole place light up like a chill paradise. The flowers are showing off their colors, and I swear, even the birds are in on this morning's party. Sarah, my partner in crime, joins me on this nature expedition. We're just soaking in the good vibes, you know? The air is all fresh and crisp, and there's this subtle aroma of blooming flowers, like nature's own perfume. As we mosey along, Sarah throws in some real talk and grabs my hand like we're in a cheesy movie. "Natalia," she says, "I'm seriously so pumped for you and those soon-to-be little adventurers." Her grin matches the sunshine, and I'm just standing there, feeling like life is hitting the perfect notes. Our garden hangout is like our secret spot. The flowers are like our cheering squad, and the whole scene feels like a happy conspiracy. At that moment, I was just overwhelmed with gratitud
NATALIA My body's like this bloated spaceship carrying two tiny passengers, and we're six months into this twin adventure. Let me tell you, it's a marathon of discomfort. Every step feels like I'm lugging around a ton of bricks – a constant reminder of the two little miracles growing inside me. Now, nights used to be my chill zone, but oh boy, that's changed. I'm haunted by these crazy nightmares like there's some evil plot unfolding in my belly. Mornings roll around, and instead of shaking off the bad dreams, they stick around like unwanted guests. The kicks and flutters? Yeah, they used to be cute, but now they're like tiny reminders of something I can't quite put my finger on. It's not just the physical strain; it's like I'm emotionally unraveling too. You'd think expecting twins would be all rainbows and butterflies, but there's this weird sense of doom hanging over everything. It's like there's this intangible darkness camping out inside me, and I'm starting to doubt if this is