Dirk pov
"Perimeter clear, no sign of intruders," I hear the guard's voice over the radio. After the alarm went off, I dispatched one of our best teams, but it's been hours, and they still haven't figured out what triggered the alarm. Now that my daughter isn't here, the loyalty of Alliance members is starting to crumble. Many new members are refusing to follow orders since she was taken away right in front of them. Not to mention the rumour of Enya's death making the rounds. They can talk their heads off, but I am confident my daughter is alive. I raised her to be a warrior, a weapon that can't be destroyed. I'm sure she's alive, trying to break free or waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Just a bit of time, then I will come for her- no monster will keep me from my child.
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Enya povI bite my lower lip. Maybe, just maybe, it's not a good idea to address a crazy-ass wolf by a short name, especially when he's leading a whole pack of monsters. The awkward pause makes everything worse, and only his father, who clears his throat, doesn't seem to be bothered. I close my eyes and lean my head against the cold wall. Whatever is to come- that's on me."Son, may I say something?" I hear the old man's voice, but part of me wants to ignore anything they might discuss. The other part, however, wants to be curious and keep listening. It's a difficult decision to make."Sure, dad," the monster doesn't sound angry. Is it possible that his father is the only person he can't feel anger towards? But then again, I get it. I couldn't be angry at my father if he tried to kill me. T
Vincent pov When Enya starts cooking, pretty much all the members of the pack go to their rooms. We don't like to stay up late- everyone has to get up early, so we have little to no time to rest. I sit at the kitchen island and listen to the melody she's humming. I'm sure she thinks I can't hear her, which makes this experience even more special. My eyes fall on her tiny frame, and I can't help but wonder how a woman like her can be on the Alliance’s side. Sure, I know she has some fire in that small frame, but her role in their plan still doesn't make sense to me. As silly as it is to admit, I like her name; it definitely fits her better than the nickname I gave her. Of course, I won't give up that nickname anytime soon. Her voice brings me back to reality. "Would you like some?" I stare at her in shock. As I don't trust my voice anymore, I just nod
Enya povIs it just me, or is this man far too curious? "Why so?" Vincent asks as he stares at the dishes. He looks like there is nothing more fascinating than the thin layer of bubbles covering them. The focus in his eyes and all over his face is way too intense. Weirdo.I shrug and rinse my plate. "I don't know. I'm the only one without someone back home. Maybe it's just because I don't believe in love? Neither does my dad, so I really don't know if it's real. I don't believe in things I can't see." Explaining anything even remotely related to feelings is a pain in the ass for me. Since I was about three years old, my father has told me how dangerous it is to feel. If I ever let anyone get too close, they could use it against me. Letting down the walls I have built seems like the biggest waste of time. It took me so much time to get to where I am now, a
Vincent pov The time I spent with Enya was everything I thought couldn't happen. She's fun, easy-going, and kind when she wants to be. I have this voice in the back of my head reminding me that she's a hunter, but to my surprise, it's not Damian. My wolf didn't bother to show up and lecture me for being nice to someone who has brought nothing but sorrow to my people. I'm sure she wasn't involved in every Alliance attack on us, but that doesn't make her any less guilty. Yesterday, I couldn't fall asleep. First of all, the idea of her taking my bed was ridiculous. There's no way I'm going to sleep on the couch tonight. I laid down on the sofa and watched Enya sleep while my thoughts kept returning to our conversation. It was funny to see someone so eager to learn about love while claiming that she doesn't believe in such feelings. I
⚠️ GUYS, I'M SO TERRIBLY SORRY! As I wrote the previous chapter, I had to deal with so many distractions, phone calls, and way too many questions tossed at me that I made a mistake. Allison is Vincent's STEP-SISTER, not half-sister. I already made changes in the previous chapter, just waiting for them to be approved. Again, I am so sorry for the mess up. ⚠️Vincent povI don't think my life could get any worse than it is right now. I hang up on Allison and toss my phone on the desk as Enya enters my office with a plate of food in hand. I know I should hate her; I should despise her and let her rot in the cells. I need to start asking questions and find out what the Alliance is planning, but I can't. The spark of excitement dancing in her eyes, and the slight smile she tries to hide, make me melt. There's something about her t
Enya povIt's been two weeks now. Two horrible, stressful, and just plain ridiculous weeks at the Alpha Asshole's side. I'm annoyed beyond limits - things are going downhill. First of all, there's no sign of my father or the Alliance. Sometimes I feel like the promises they made, along with the tattoo I'm wearing, meant nothing from the start. For some reason, they have forgotten my existence, and no one has even tried to come to my aid.The second problem is Allison, the annoying and way too clingy step-sister. She does her best to stay close to Vincent, and because of that, I can't leave his side for long. Part of me really misses the smelly cells and countless questions from the old man.My third and biggest problem of all is none other than the fucking Alpha of the monster pack. As soon as he
Vincent povA ray of sunlight breaks through the blinds and shines straight into my face. There's no better way to wake up than being blinded by the sun. In fact, there are better ways, not only better but more exciting. I can think of at least two; surely, there are more. However, that's not something I should think of when I wake up, at least not while there's a hunter in my bed. One day, when I find my mate, if I have one at all, she will sleep beside me, and I'll do anything to make her mornings more pleasant.I stretch my arms and yawn, waiting for Enya to let out another exasperated groan. She's really not a morning person, and the constant bickering about when I woke her up is starting to get on my nerves.I rub my eyes and hold my breath. Nothing. She doesn't complain, moan or hide her he
Vincent povEnya nods her head, and we stand frozen in place. I hear Allison yell that someone should set the timer for her headstart so the human doesn't try to cheat. Her comment amuses me- an adult shifter showing concern for a human who might try to trick her. In any case, she has many advantages, we're stronger, and our senses are sharper than a human's. Besides, Enya's eyesight is not exactly the best either. I clear my throat and hug Enya, resting my chin on her shoulder. "Be careful out there; I mean it. Be careful if you see an older tree. The ground can be littered with branches; if you trip over one, it could be your downfall. Also, Allison will do anything to sneak a win. Be quiet and listen. She'll probably be hiding somewhere to catch you off guard. Promise me you'll come back." I'm putting too much faith in Enya- she's still the enemy. But if there's one thing I know about hunters, it's that they do
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