“Why would I ever consider giving myself off to you after you sent people to kill me?!” Tyler growled, trying to contain his fury.
“My dear Alpha, we have much in common.”
“No, we don't!” he shouted.
Sofia was hurt by his anger but her voice was calm. It was a tactic to lull him into a sense of security and she didn't want to lose any time.
She had to know about what he was thinking about that kept him so glued to his thoughts when she got in. She figured if she could get into his thoughts, so she concentrated on his aura and buried herself in his aura, sinking herself into his thoughts.
“You don't belong here!” he yelled at her.
The basement door opened. The two of them stepped inside and locked it behind them. It took a few seconds for their eyes to adjust to the gloom and darkness in the basement. Once their eyesight adjusted, they were greeted by the sight of Emily chained up, sitting on a metal table. Gerald pulled a seat next to her and sat in front of her. He glanced around the room and motioned to Eric. “Have two chairs brought in. We need to start working right away. This place is not suitable for conversation.” The men complied and left the room. Eric slammed the door behind him and locked it. The werewolves began speaking in low whispers. “I still don't understand why we're doing this,” Eric began. “Because it makes sense,” Gerald replied curtly. “So why are we torturing her?” “To make her talk. She's the only one who knows how to handle the Blood Book. And we need her to relay information to us.” “How are we supposed to torture her? Isn't she
Tyler woke up that morning, naked, in bed and full of life and energy. But the energy drained from his face leaving him pale yellow when he reached out beside him and the lady he met at the bar last night wasn't there. In fact, she was gone from his apartment, her clothes strewn across the floor, her purse open on the coffee table next to her empty glass, and the scent of expensive perfume still clinging to the pillows they shared. He got up and went into the kitchen for a cup of coffee and looked around him. No one had been here. He wondered if maybe she’d left early. Maybe she didn’t want to stay anymore. Or maybe something had happened after they drank too much wine or something like that… Tyler sighed. She probably didn’t have a problem with drunk me, as it turned out. He’d just be lucky if she even wanted to get back together… Tyler rubbed the back of his neck and sighed again. She was gone. Before he went out that night, to go clear his head, he was told that the D
And now he was here. At a place of evil. At the heart of an anti-werewolf rebellion. In a club filled with people he trusted less than a second ago. People who hated and distrusted him. People who thought he was weak and useless because of his lack of magic. Because of his human blood. He had made up his mind to stop hiding, to take matters into his own hands. He had made up his mind to confront the Dark Wand Pack himself. And then, maybe he would be able to protect the empire. Maybe he could make the Dark Wand Pack realize that they were wrong. He could show them that it was okay to join together to fight against the Empire. But he also knew what it meant when you stood against the Empire. You could die. So instead he waited silently in the bathroom, staring up at the ceiling. His breathing slowly became less shaky as time went by. When the door was opened a few minutes later, he snapped his head forward, almost jumping at the sudden intrusion. But it was the girl he
A smirk tugged at his lips, and he leaned down to place a light kiss on her lips. “You. Me. Alone. Just us." "You can have it," she whispered. She let her fingers brush the fabric of his pants and he sighed deeply at the touch. Suddenly, she jumped away from him, turning back around to pull the straps of her dress over her shoulder. A second later, she was standing before him in only one strap, her bare breasts shining in the dim light of the room. He stared at her, unable to take his eyes off her. The dress looked so good on her. But he knew better than to say that aloud – it wasn’t the first time he had caught himself staring and wondering whether to kiss her. She was a beautiful woman and he hadn’t known what to do with all those thoughts. It took him quite some effort, but he kept them to himself and concentrated instead on the task at hand. He could admire her naked body later. For now, he had important things to do. As always, her beauty had him captiva
They left to an apartment down the lane before day break, but she left before he awoke the next morning. He was angry about that, she didn't even leave her name or an address to find her. He didn't know she wanted to be far away from him. He took her advice, taking a couple aspirin before falling asleep once again. When morning finally arrived, he woke up with a pounding headache, feeling extremely exhausted. He got dressed, deciding to take some pills. Then, he went outside to take some fresh air, heading for the nearest bench and sitting down. He gazed up at the sky, admiring the brilliant color of blue. It reminded him of her eyes. He sighed. How many women in their lives did he think he’d ever met? Not counting his sister, obviously. He wondered if there were any others he’d meet over the ye
It was Eric. Her former mate. Before everything that ruined their relationship. She felt hate and anger brew in her for all the times he couldn't help her or stand by her. It’s been almost two moons since she saw him last, but she knows it’ll be a long time before he gets over the attachment. She wishes he would at least try to find happiness elsewhere. There is no love lost between them, despite their friendship, so why don’t they move on with their lives. But the universe just doesn’t seem keen on helping that happen. She had tried telling him how she really feels about him and what happened, but as usual, he was a stubborn ass. Like she said before - the way Eric was raised didn’t do much for people like her. He’d always believe whatever lie he fed himself because it never occurred to him to question his assumptions. Or may
Katrina knew Tyler too well to let him venture out on his own after their last phone call. He sounded too worried about something he was not willing to share. She knew she had to find him before he messed himself up. She set out for him almost immediately he dropped the call. She was mind-linked to him, but he had suppressed it. All she had now to track him down was his scent and her powerful nose. She didn’t have to follow his trail very far until she found him in front of a bar. A familiar place. “Tyler!” He turned slightly and smiled slightly upon seeing her. Relief spread across his features. “Hey, Kitten. You found me," he greeted happily, moving further down the street and letting her catch up. "Ho
"I think you might not have been kidding about inspiring me to try harder. But, I guess that means you've been keeping secrets too!" he teased with mock severity. She smiled lightly in response. "What about you? Any interests or passions?" He considered for a moment before shaking his head, "No. Not really." "That's odd. Most people usually have some interest or passion in their life." "Yeah, well..." he trailed off lamely. Then he laughed suddenly, "I used to play the saxophone. I never actually learned, of course. My brother convinced me it would improve my singing. I guess I should have listened to him instead of thinking for myself." She raised an inquisitive eyebrow, wondering whether he ever thought for himself, or simply blindly followed the instructions of others. Tyler noticed her hesitation, and gave her a sideways look, "Something wrong?" he enquired softly. "Not at all," she replied, offering him a smile. She turned to stare blankly at the d