Roma pov
I notice Enya looking at me as she hangs on the wall. I feel bad for the kid; she's not as bad as everyone thinks. It's just that her life wasn't really in her hands. Decisions were made for her, and choices were taken without her being around. I've always believed that there is more to a person than meets the eye. This kid is just another example of how right I have been all along. She may think I'm asleep, that I didn't hear the exchange of words between her and my son, but I heard it all. Every word that passed her and Vincent's lips. It's a shame that the two of them found each other only to let everything and everyone get in their way. I'll never understand young people. Ever.
I watch her as she takes one look at me and immediately turns her face away. She looks rough, beaten to a pulp, and still breathing. It's not long after my son leaves
Roma povI stare at the kid as if I have just noticed some kind of miracle. I clear my throat and speak up. "I heard what you just said, but I could swear by the Moon Goddess that your words sounded like you didn't fight." Though I probably sound like an old fool, I ignore it all. How could this young woman, of all people, enter the arena- go against my son and refuse to fight him? Is this a joke, or does she have hidden masochistic tendencies?Enya giggles as I stare at her, my jaw dropping. "That's probably because that's exactly what I said." Finally, a faint smile spreads across her lips, warming my heart. No matter how many people tell me she's a killer, I know she has a bright soul. Enya is the kind of person who walks into the room, pushes aside her sorrow and makes everyone feel better. She is the ray of sunshine for everyone whos
Enya povThe moment the guards release me from the chains and cuffs, I swear I feel like I've been reborn. I've never felt so free as I do now.My gaze wanders to Roma, who sighs as he sits down on his bed. I know he only wants the best, but his efforts will never turn into success. He can help anyone but me because I don't want to be saved. Roma is a wonderful man, even though I didn't initially think so as I do now- he has proven to be the kindest and most understanding person I've ever met. He has made my journey that little bit more special.The guards replace the old iron cuffs for shiny new ones and tug at them as they drag me on. There's no need to be aggressive because I don't bother to fight back or run away, but I guess this is the side of them I haven't seen before-the ug
Vincent povShe 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