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She shakes her head, and I notice how quickly her shoulders sink. It's not just an answer, it's her giving up, and I hate it when Enya gives up. I have come to know her as the woman who would cross any line to fight for herself. The woman sitting in front of me is nothing more than a broken shell left of her. I wish I was in a position to help her, to hold her and slowly put her back together. But I can't. Responsibility comes before love. "None of that, Alpha Romano. Just because I asked for something in return for the information does not mean I'll die for it." She says bitterly. I don't know what's wrong with her or why she won't say my name, but I fucking hate that she calls me by title and last name. Sure, she's respectful, and all that crap, but Enya is the last person I want to avoid my name.
An idea comes to my mind. I can try to tease
Vincent povOne moment she's here, in my arms, lips pressed to mine. The next moment she's in the hands of the paramedics, who are obviously done helping her. Some of the nurses gave me dirty looks that only stopped when I barked out commands. I don't care who they think they are- if I say they have to do something, no one has the right to disobey orders.I spend about half an hour by the operating room, and I'm already tired of waiting. I can't stand around here like an idiot and do nothing. Whether she survives or not is in the hands of experienced doctors and time. That's all.I have enough shit to deal with. I mind-link Aros and ask him to gather all pack members of age in the arena. It's the only place they can all fit so I can explain the rest of the plans to them. On my way t
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