Dirk pov
"God damn it, they set us up!" I throw the papers on the floor and stomp them. The fucking monster leader gave me coordinates to shitty second-hand stores. We had a deal, and he tricked me-he's going to pay for this. My advisor shifts in his seat and chuckles. I don't know what's so funny about this situation, but if he doesn't shut his mouth, I'll personally cripple him. I turn around and glare at him. "What's so funny? You want to share it with me so we can both have a good laugh?"
His eyes widen, and he instantly shakes his head. "I'm sorry, Leader Dirk, I meant no disrespect. I chuckled because we couldn't really expect the wolves to play our game fairly. We never bothered to play a fair game ourselves, so it's no surprise they responded with the same attitude. We still have one location, and if you send the sentinels there, at
Vincent povWe did it... We raided the damn Alliance headquarters and blew it up. The rest of the packs involved set out to raid the hideouts- by the end of the day, there will be no trace of the Alliance left. They'll go into history the way they operated, in the shadows, unknown to humanity.We evacuated the whole place, taking only a few men as hostages. I found the girl I was supposed to spare, and she was right- that little thing couldn't hurt a fly. Still, I have to give her credit for her courage. She put herself before the others and offered herself just to save them. No wonder Enya called her a friend- they're very much alike. I mean, they sacrifice a lot for the ones they love, but my Enya has the spirit of a true warrior. I shake my head to get rid of the thoughts. I can't call Enya mine just because we're mates. Our union is impossible.
Enya pov For some stupid, forsaken and god-awful reason, I'm still alive. Why couldn't he let me die when I wanted it that way myself? I'm done with life, every crime I've committed, and all the shit I've been through. I don't feel pain; in fact, I don't feel anything. I'm in a new room, but it doesn't smell like a hospital, and I've never seen this wallpaper before. Weird. I sit up in the silly excuse of a bed and groan. My chest is wrapped in a bandage, so I can assume the doctors helped me. It's probably because of Vincent- he made them do it. If he's not around, I can try to find some doctors and give them the pleasure of killing me. Then when I'm gone, they can use a medical excuse to get Vincent off their backs. Doctors don't do magic, some patients go, and there's nothing they can do about it. I wa
Enya povI can't believe I'm up against the same men I once called trainees. I have forced myself to forget, or rather repress, some of the memories of the Alliance, but a few things are still there. Even though we never called each other friends- those men grew on me because we spent so much time together. Especially James. We had our ups and downs; many called us 'enemies to lovers' because we couldn't stand each other at first. But as time went on, we even discussed the possibility of running away together. I could call this man my first love if I knew what being in love felt like. But of course, the good things that happen to me don't last- my time with James came to an end. My father suspected there might be something between us and did everything he could to keep us apart. I wonder if his feelings have already faded...I grip the handles of the kniv
Vincent povAfter that conversation with Emmy, I have no more questions to ask or anything to say. I sent a couple of my warriors to the old packhouse to check if everyone was safe around there. We arrive at the packhouse after the women and children are back to safety, and as soon as I enter my office, Katie invites herself in.I turn my back on her. I have so much on my plate right now; I couldn't possibly take any more shit. Every time this woman showed up next to me, there was trouble coming along with her, so I don't think she'll ever bring anything good. Not for my pack or me. I groan as I walk closer to the window. "Katie, I'm not the one to fuck with, and you know that. One more, just one more of your games, and I'll banish you from this pack." That's a fair warning for someone I have already done my best to be patient with. I don't
Enya povI'm surprised that the warriors listened to me. They did take me to the cells, but the place is new, and there's no sign of Roma around me. I guess Alpha Asshole decided to separate me from his father so the old man won't feel sorry for me. I can't blame him for that. Whatever happens next has to be for the best- it's better to be kept locked away than living in the wilderness. God knows when I'll lose my mind and create carnage wherever I go. I know that I'm unpredictable and pretty much unstoppable when I'm in the wrong state of mind.I try to look around the cells and notice anything that might distract me from the thoughts that keep coming back like a damn boomerang. Something makes me feel like the wolves are holding me here on purpose- to keep me in the place I once tried to destroy. It's not like I have any regrets, right? I sit in the far
WARNING :This chapter should only be read by adult readers. It contains triggering details. 18+, please.Also, please remember that every part of the story is important, and there IS a reason why things happen the way they do. Enjoy xEnya povThe silence is killing me. I open and close my mouth again and again, but no words escape. My father is silent, his gaze fixed on the hallway. If only he could tell me what he's thinking, even if they were the worst, most painful words I've ever heard- that might help me feel at ease. At least a little.After a few more minutes, I finally gather enough courage to speak up, but the squeaking sound of the door opening interrupts me. I take one look at my father and whisper: "Back up in the cell, if anything happens now, I'd better take the first place in line. Torturing me will wear t
Vincent povI hate myself.I hate myself so much that I'd rather become someone else. Anyone. Anyone but Vincent Romano.Yet, my life isn't a fairytale, and I can't change skins with others or escape my life at will. Deep down, I knew from the beginning that Enya would be both a blessing and a curse to me. But the ways of the Moon Goddess are unpredictable. No one could have guessed that she would give me a mate at thirty-two, and I won't even mention who she is. I can't escape her anymore. Everywhere I look, everything I do reminds me of her. Though I'd like to rid myself of the memories, I can't let her go. It's not just the pack and how they'll view me after I free a murderer, it's also my selfish nature. The fact that she's in my home, even as a prisoner, somehow makes me feel better ab
Enya povI think I fainted, for when I open my eyes, I'm surrounded by complete darkness. I'm not sure if it's because it's late or someone decided to turn off every light source in these cells. I try to sit up but end up on my knees, barely able to hold my head up. A strange wave of pain erupts in my chest, and my hand instinctively reaches out."Father?" I whisper. I don't need him, but for some reason, I know I'd feel a lot better if I knew he's around. This must be a family thing.After a few minutes, there's still no sound or at least movement, so I call out to him again. This time he crawls closer to the bars of his cell. "Child, it's late; you need to get some sleep," he sounds calm, but I can hear the panic in his words.
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