Enya pov
I found a job. A real job, for the first time in my life. And I did it all by myself- no help from my father or others around.
The day I killed Diego was the last time I held a gun. These days, I avoid picking up a knife unless I have to help the staff in the kitchen. At first, everything seemed complicated, but I figured out the system free humans have in no time. Their lives are so different from what I was used to; everything still seems a little surreal. My first stop was the hospital, and as it turned out, I couldn't get any help because I didn't have ID or health insurance, let alone money. Although I say I did everything myself- that's only partially true. At the hospital, I met an old lady who offered me a helping hand. She took me home, called her son over to get rid of the hunter's trap, and invited a friend who's a
Vincent povFirst of all, it's not as easy to get a discharge from a hospital shortly after waking up. The doctors and nurses, as they say, want to keep me here overnight for observation, but that's not going to happen.The first thing I did was call the Council of Elders to claim my title. They weren't so happy about the change, but a little pile of paperwork helped my case. Aros is incapable of dealing with the stress and responsibility, so they had no choice but to send someone to revoke his title and give it back to me. What pissed them off the most is that I have the right to come up with something they have no say in. Even though I was the former Alpha, regaining my title still gives me the freedom to make a decision. Of course, I already know what I'm going to do with this power, but I'm keeping it to myself for now. Just to pis
Enya povHe's here. He's alive, safe, and God so damn good looking. I have no idea if it's the mate bond and its effect on me, but I could swear Vincent is way more handsome than I remember him. He's dressed in casual clothing, all black, but the leather jacket and raged expression on his face make me want to jump his bones. Damn, it's the mate bond- I've never thought about things like that, but now all I can think about is how good and skilled he must be in bed. I need to get out of here, away from Vincent and everyone who heard him call me his mate. Panic seizes me, but Star holds me so tightly I can't move.Out of nowhere, Sam shows up to scold the shifter Vince just injured and hugs Vincent. How long have they known each other and why didn't I know that? Whenever Aros came here, Sam didn't give him a bit of attention, let alone was as f
Vincent povIn my experience, being an Alpha doesn't put me ahead of the responsibilities I have for my pack but also some people in town. Long ago, we agreed to live in peace, even if the Alliance didn't know it, and therefore I've been helping people in the town. Once, I rebuilt a house for an old lady, and today, she suddenly asks me to come over. I can't arrive empty-handed, so I drive around town to see if any store is open. Surely, my stupid ass forgot to give Enya even half the stuff I got for her, but I'll call Sam when I'm done visiting and bring everything to his diner.After what feels like a whole eternity, I manage to get the last flowers I could find and a few things for her home. Older people usually don't splurge on unnecessary things, even if some of them are vital. For example, they wouldn't buy an expensive bar of soap, bu
Enya povThe fact that Vincent came to town, not Aros, surprised me more than anything before. Yet, one of these days, I'll give Aros a piece of my mind. How could he tell Vince where I am and where I'm working? I thought we had a damn deal.A couple of things piss me off even more than his sudden visit, though. First, the shifters weren't too pleased with Vince's outburst, not that I was too pleased with it myself. I'd handle the situation just fine without his help. Then he comes, pours his heart out, and leaves as nothing happened? Who does something like that? Not to mention the walk home. As promised, I accompanied Star home, and the whole way there, she couldn't keep her mouth shut. First, she went on a five-minute rant about how good looking Vincent is and how she would love to have him if only he weren't "mine". Then, of course
Vincent povEnya can call me an asshole. She can throw a fit or try to run again, but none of her actions will have any bearing on the decision I made long ago. On the way here, I thought I'd give her a chance, a little more time to think things over, but as fate keeps bringing us together, I don't think that's necessary anymore.She looks at me wide-eyed, but her gaze is so fixed on my belt that I don't think Enya's listening to a word I say. It's been a while since I found out she is my destined mate, but the mate bond works on her the same as it does on me. It's pretty weird, but I won't be the one to complain. As long as she's as obsessed with me as I am with her, we'll get through anything.I take a step closer to her, which seems to bring her back to reality. Enya
Enya povThe morning feels like a fairytale. It's been a while since I last woke up and felt this safe. Even though I can defend myself, it feels good to be with someone who stands in front of me like a rock wall. No matter how many imperfections and cracks Vince has, he won't budge an inch when it comes to my safety.I turn to look at the handsome man I'm proud to call mine. There are millions of women, but he has eyes only for me, despite the scars and burdens I carry. I place a hand on his cheek and sigh. I didn't think this day might come.Thinking back to the days I spent in the Alliance, I did feel safe, but only because I slept with a gun under my pillow. Now, I don't need a gun or a knife at hand- I have Vincent, the mate I don't deserve. Whoe
Vincent povThe drive back to the pack is silent. Enya refused to pack what little she had, so Claudia had to help me solve the problem. Well, as best she could- she went downstairs to talk to my mate while I yelled around like a maniac, asking which things were hers and which weren't. Surely, Claudia was the one talking to me because Enya refused. She's not even looking at me. The surprise I left in my car didn't move her either. As soon as I opened the door and told her it was all for her, Enya whispered something in Claudia's ear, and grandma announced that my mate didn't like chocolate or flowers. So much for trying my best.As we near the pack's territory, I lose it and speak up. "I get it; I screwed up again. But you don't need to focus on the silent treatment right now; instead, you can tell me what I can do to fix this mess. I
Aros povVince took Enya home two days ago, and to say their relationship is rocky is an understatement. They live in the same room, but they live like roommates, not mates. At least, judging by the information I got from Vince. When it comes to Enya- she's not talking to me. The only person she talks to is Bella, and most of Enya's time is spent with the little girl on the floor of the Omegas. They run around, laugh, and play when no one is about, but as soon as Vince, me, or another pack member shows up near her, Enya disappears. Not necessarily Enya as a whole human being, but the joyful woman and bright personality fade quickly. Sometimes I feel like she leaves the shell out in the open and hides deep within herself just to avoid everyone.Today, Enya was supposed to attend the pack meeting, but she locked herself in the bedroom an
ENYAA week ago we got married. I didn't wear the traditional white dress. Instead, one of the Omegas made a beautiful fire pattern dress for me to pay my respects to my father and his tribe.There were too many people around for us to end the evening on a somewhat quiet note. His father walked me down the aisle, Aros was Vince's best man, and my mother helped Brent care for their newborn daughter. My little girl was given the honour of being the flower girl. Yes, we chose to adopt- the child that grew closest to me. We adopted Bella, and since that day, we have been an official family. I think it all worked out for the best- all three of us were robbed of family and found each other when we needed it most.Vince and I decided we don't need a honeymoon- our
Enya povIf it hadn't been for that lovely lady, I wouldn't have been able to accept the news as fast as I did. Everything the pack doctor told me felt like a punch below the belt. Still, I'm glad she told me the truth and offered to tell me more about the history of werewolves. If Mother Nature decided I couldn't have children, so be it.The only person I'm really worried about is Vince. He was at the hospital and stormed off as soon as the doctor told him everything. It's been hours since Aros tried to mind-link him and about thirty minutes since Aros left the packhouse. I hope he finds him as soon as possible and drags this stubborn man home. Vince needs to sit down with me and talk. And while I know the news hurts him- there are some things in life we can't change. And this, unfortunately, is one of them.
Vincent povI'm lost.So fucking desperate for an answer. Or at least for someone to jump around the corner with a camera in hand, yelling "jokes on you".I've been wandering the woods for hours. I don't have it in me to go back to Enya and break her beyond repair. Although she dreaded the possibility of pregnancy, I know she wanted to be a mother later. Neither of us ever had a real family, and now we have no chance to start our own.I hoped that getting some fresh air would help me think, but it doesn't. All I can picture is the pain in her eyes when she encounters a pregnant pack member or one of those kids. Enya is stuck in a place that will constantly remind her of everything she will never have.
Vincent pov Before I leave Enya in the bedroom, I check her forehead to make sure she doesn't have a fever. The fact that she has heat after such a short period of time from the previous one is strange. I have many responsibilities, and I should discuss a few things with Melinda, but instead of getting to work, I take a detour to the hospital. As soon as I open the door, I see a bunch of nurses. They all stop and wait for me to acknowledge them, but I won't. Not because I don't respect them, but these women gave away their plan without thinking that I might hear these rumours. The nurses and some Omegas decided to find out how loyal I am to my mate and basically tried to set up their Luna. I'll deal with them later, now- I'm a man on a mission. I walk past the nur
Enya povI'm speechless. As I stare back at those pitch-black eyes, I forget how to breathe. I notice a shift between the colours in his eyes-Vince is fighting back, but I doubt his wolf will let him have the upper hand. Now that the beast has the upper hand, he'll use it for the alone time he's been trying to get for so long.Damian reaches for the faucet and turns off the water. I don't expect much from a wolf; he's supposed to run on all fours and be an animal, but to my surprise, he acts kind of human. He steps out of the shower, holds my hand as I follow, and reaches for a towel. Though I assume he'd need it, Damian wraps it around my body and grabs another to dry me off."Mate can't walk wet, will catch a cold." He mumbles to himself once again, surprising me so much that I can't beli
Enya povHer words make sense, so do her intentions, but deep down, I'm hurt beyond repair.All my life, I've been nothing more than a puppet in someone's hands, and it was foolish of me to think that would stop. It wouldn't. Sooner or later, someone would find a way to use me as they pleased. The same as my newfound mother did.She can tell me she had only good intentions, but I heard what she said. I heard her claim that she wanted to hear those screams. To me, it sounds more like she desired revenge more than anything else. Maybe we'll get closer and learn to understand each other after a while, but I need time to get there."Vince, can you please walk me to the bedroom? I need some alone time," I don't look at my
Vincent povI accompany Melinda to the kitchen and show her where she can find anything to her liking. Like her daughter, she complains that she is allergic to basil, which makes sense.However, a few details confuse me, and I hope Melinda has the answers I'm seeking. "Melinda, can I ask you a few questions?" I turn to her, but I see half of her body peeking out from behind the refrigerator door.She closes the door and grins at me. Melinda's mouth is covered in frosting. Yeah, a true lady there. I roll my eyes, and my attitude doesn't go unnoticed. "Sure thing, Pussysaurus-Rex." She bursts out laughing. "Sorry, I couldn't resist the temptation to use that brilliant nickname. And don't look at me like that; I've been complaining about being hungry for weeks- my prayers have be
Enya povMy hands tremble, my grip on Vince's hand tightens to the point where I feel him flinch in surprise. But a moment later, I push my mate away from me and free myself from his grip. Step by step, I move closer to his cell. Though Vince is doing his best to hold me back, there will be no end to the suffering of those who hurt me. Starting with the man who pretended to be my father."Vince, Melinda," I whisper, but apparently, I'm loud enough to get their attention. I can't look at my mother, nor can I address her as such. I have no right to do so- I killed the man she loved, I slaughtered my own father and spilt his blood like a pig. If anything, I have no right to be near her, so I cast my gaze to the dirty floor. "I need you both out of here. Please," my voice breaks and tears run down my cheeks as memories flood my mind. Both of the
Vincent povMelinda hasn't changed a bit. She's still the same loving and bubbly personality I remember her to be.On our way to the packhouse, I keep throwing glances at Enya. She's visibly anxious, and while her mother keeps asking questions, the only moment my mate speaks up is to answer a question. She doesn't ask her own questions, though I know she has many. Perhaps in time, I'm sure Enya needs a moment or two to get used to the situation. After all, it's not every day that your dead mother comes back to life and appears in front of you. I couldn't blame Enya because I would react the same way.After a moment of awkward silence, Melinda turns her attention to me. "Vincent, how is your father? It's been a while since I last met Roma. Oh, and I'm sorry about your ste