Emmanuelle was perplexed by the way things had snowballed. Everything was senseless and out of proportion. None of this should have happened, not on her watch, and her honor as a noble vampire was at stake. For one, she was known as a pacifist and hailed as a talented diplomat. She was taught and able to reason with any creature, especially vampires. Two, her beloved's transformation had been so quick and unexpected that she was now unable to keep a cool head. The presence of the wolf meant only one thing: confrontation. She and Augustine worked hard to keep the already thin thread of understanding between their two species within the bounds of cordiality. Despite her natural confidence, Augustine had repeatedly warned her. "It is good to remain extremely vigilant when men are involved, clan girl of mine. When I say men, I mean males, of course. There is nothing in this world more stupid and inconsistent than males with bruised egos. A scorned honor is only important if
Emmanuelle's voice died in her throat. She saw the colossal wolf revert to human form just as the vampire's sharp fingernails had come dangerously close to Harry.The morbid sound of bones quickly snapping back into place surprised all the vampires still alive.A loud crack sounded, followed by Emmanuelle's scream of terror. She had leaped forward, giving a powerful impulse into the tree trunk. The force used was so strong that she ended up breaking the wood so that she could quickly get closer to her beloved and, thus, protect him. Emmanuelle felt chills run through her body as she found herself pressed against the Alpha's bare chest.Harry held her against him with one hand, and with the other, he crushed the vampire's throat between his claws.Emmanuelle met the wolf's warm gaze and felt instantly reassured. Tender purrs vibrated in his chest, giving her skin tender caresses.Harry buried his face in his Mate's neck and took a deep breath, seeking to reassure his wolf.Emman
Emmanuelle walked furiously towards her house. She was horrified by what had happened. Dark thoughts filled her mind and froze her heart.Her beloved was following her at a distance of ten steps under the order she had given him. Harry's mind was entirely focused on her.She still shivered as she thought of Harry's cold, murderous stare. There had been no spark of warmth when she had confronted him. Moreover, he had only looked at her and had not even spoken a word when she had forbidden him to touch her.Emmanuelle knew that it was his wolf who had acted on impulse. But by the way her beloved had looked at her, she realized that he had no regrets.Harry was following her, his mind in perfect sync with his wolf at the moment. She had ordered him to stay back, very good. He did not want to touch her right now either because he could feel what his Mate thought of him through their bond. She tried to make him feel guilty when he felt he had done the right thing. He felt absolutely
Harry simply tossed the blanket onto the bed with a sharp motion and crossed his arms against his chest. "Get dressed," Emmanuelle ordered, challenging him with her eyes. Harry leaned forward so that he was at the same eye level as her. "Tell me, little Mate. How is my nudity disturbing since it's just the two of us?" he asked with an amused look. However, Harry and his wolf were still disturbed at the thought of other vampires lusting after their Mate, worse, biting her. Emmanuelle squinted before crossing her arms under her chest. She was far too proud to admit that her beloved's words were admissible, but there was no way she was going to admit it out loud. She was still a highborn vampire, and she wasn't used to people standing up to her. "It is daylight," was the only answer she was able to give him. Harry stood still for a few seconds before wrinkling his nose. "And?" he asked. Emmanuelle pressed her lips together before running an annoyed hand through the length of her
Emmanuelle saw the door close on Harry. She had the ignominious feeling that she had made a severe mistake. Moreover, she hadn't had time to say anything else, as Harry had already turned away. She looked down at her cell phone before sighing deeply. "It is me," she said for any announcement. "Why can I hear the melancholy in your voice, dear Emmanuelle?" Augustine asked patiently. The vampire stood up and walked towards the large bay window overlooking the outside of her domain. In front of her, fertile fields spread out under the song of the cicadas. In the distance, the village church tower stood alone. A human being would have had difficulty seeing the roofs, but Emmanuelle could discern every tile and every stone that had survived the ages. She could not hide anything from her surrogate father and felt a lump of emotion rise in her throat. "I am completely lost..." she whispered. On the other side of the globe, Augustine immediately tensed up. The handle of t
Emmanuelle had to clench her teeth not to shout at her substitute father's confession to her. "What do you mean, you do not know anything about it? Are you making fun of me? Is that the reason you never introduced yourself to her? Is this the odious reason why you never travel in person to meet me anymore? Is that why I am always the one to come to you?" "Emmanuelle...," called the Elder gently. "I am not listening! I cannot listen to you when I have heard you tell me for centuries that our loved ones are the most precious thing to us!" she said, cutting him off. She felt a black rage take hold of her. Everything made horrible sense now. "This is why you chose me. That's why you started to have the same diet as me. From the beginning, it was not for my sake, for the love of me, as you so often told me. You knew that your beloved was going to be born. Who else but me would have been better able to care for her safety while she grew up and matured? Who else but me would have given yo
(At the same time, Emmanuelle was making a phone call to Augustin). Harry had come down the steps. His step was heavy with the cry of his wolf. The last words spoken by his Mate continued to echo in his mind like a funeral oration. Everything was hurting him. His skin burned, and his eyes heated under the tears he held back as best he could. And he kept stretching and relaxing his fingers in order to get rid of the tension in his joints._Mate... Mate chased us away because she couldn't think when she was around us. Mate doesn't want us around, and we only make Mate unhappy. We are not worthy of Mate," Till kept repeating in Harry's mind. The young Alpha finally reached the bottom of the stairs, where he met Bianca. The young woman held a silver tray with steaming cups of coffee in her hands. She looked at him in surprise before leaning forward to Harry. "Is everything okay?" she asked, concern audible in her voice. Harry sat up and nodded slowly. Bianca squinted her eyes and r
Harry had spent several minutes in silence after receiving the call from his Beta. He and his wolf were now in the midst of an internal debate. What should they do? What to choose? Why choose? His Alpha DNA was screaming at him to get back to his pack and put an end to the prowler's threats. It was intolerable for him to know that his status was once again being questioned. He'd had to prove himself, day after day, to prove himself worthy of his rank as Alpha. He had never given up, drowning his grief at the loss of his parents in the violent, painful training he was subjected to every day. Another part of him begged him to stay until they could finally mark their soul mates. Then he and Emmanuelle could return to their pack and live in harmony. But what would his Mate say when she saw, no sooner had she arrived in the Red Moon pack, that Harry's position as Alpha was already under threat? Harry had hidden his face in his hands. What's more, his chest felt crushed un