Jemima’s POVThe voice was very familiar, irritatingly so. Ignoring the pain in my hand, I brought myself up to a seated position and tried not to get carried away by the beauty of the room. For the first time, I saw the face of my attacker and was momentarily stunned speechless.He was otherworldly beautiful with his copper red hair and emerald green eyes. But unfortunately, he was also a scoundrel. “Why am I here?” I queried. “Weren’t you supposed to kill me?”The ghost of a smile hovered on his sensuous lips. “So you would rather be dead than alive? Interesting.”“Why didn't you just kill me?” I asked again.“I changed my mind,” he deadpanned. “You should focus on regaining your strength instead of asking me questions. You are going to need it.”With that, he rose from the richly embroidered chair and strolled out of the room. Just as I was still battling with the many confusing thoughts in my head, the door opened and a young girl who couldn't be more than nineteen walked in wi
Adrian’s POVThose first few seconds had to be the most heart-wrenching moment of my life. I had sensed the previous night that she was up to no good and I felt pretty stupid for not being more alert. Why the hell had I fallen asleep?My eyes ran through the words on her goodbye, searching for any clue as to where she might be headed. And what did she even mean by she had to leave to protect me and the rest of the Pack? Who told her she had any right to just do that?If I found her, I was going to kill her myself. After hurriedly putting on my clothes and boots, I dashed out of the apartment and headed straight for the forest. It was nearly four-thirty in the morning, she couldn’t have gone that far. My suspicion was confirmed by her scent that permeated the forest strongly. She had been there and hopefully, she might still not have gone out of the forest. I remembered her saying something about the circle of stones the previous night and decided to check there first. Disappo
~Jemima Wolfsbane Pov....Her Mate's PackI have always wondered where my mate, Connor was always disappearing to every day. He always went to his penthouse around this time and curiosity made me follow him. I made sure to stay far away from him so that he would not pick up my scent. I watched from a distance as he ascended the stairs of the penthouse and a woman came out to hug him. My eyes widened as they kissed.I refused to believe what I saw, my eyes were deceiving me. I watched as the both of them went inside.Who was that woman?!My heart pounded in my chest as I ran towards the penthouse. I quickly ascended the steps of the penthouse as quietly as I could despite my beating heart. I was driven by an unshakable feeling of unease that had already settled inside of my chest.Ever since I had gotten married to Connor, I knew that he was not really satisfied with me. But, he always strived to treat me well. Still sometimes he would be distant, his gaze cold and other times he would
~Jemima Wolfsbane Pov....Her Mate's PackThe words slashed through my heart with each syllable sharper than a chef's knife. I felt my heart begin to constrict inside of my chest as our omega bond rose to the surface. He could feel my pain too now, because it was now more than I could bear.My mind were bombarded with all kinds of truth and realizations; the fact that he never wanted me even when he touched me, the fact that he did not even love me, the fact that I was nothing to him and yet he had intended to use me and even the fact that all those promises and wedding vows were all lies from the pit of hell.“Connor, please don’t,” I whispered to him in pain. I could not take anymore of what he would dish out.“Oh, what is wrong with you Jemima ?” Tamar taunted me with a malicious glint in her eyes. I could tell that she liked to gloat about whatever was befalling me. “Did you really think that he would choose you, over me? Oh come one! No one would, even you would not pick yourself
~Jemima Steele Pov....Her mother's home, eleven years ago from now.Well, this was how it all started from eleven years ago. I do not exactly recall many details about the night that I was born from what my mother always told me. But I do remember that she had described it as a rather stormy evening with the rain hitting the windows so loudly that one would not have even been able to hear their own thoughts. She had always had this distant expression pressed onto her face whenever she told me about it as if she was immersed in that memory and kind of hesitant to return from. And I wondered why.I never knew who my father was. My single mother never bothered to tell me and I never bothered to ask either because I was smart enough to know that it was a forbidden subject. My mother never talked about him. She always refrained from conversations that would lead to talking about him.My mother was not the ideal type of loving mother. She was a sharp witted and stubborn woman who always l
~Jemima Steele Pov....Her father's home, eleven years ago from now.We travelled all night along the major roads. When I roused in the wee hours of the morning, it was to my mother roughly veering off into a minor road. I took a guess from her obvious relief that we were close to our destination.She turned into a path which curved and meandered into a beautiful setting. I gazed out of the window at the landscape, observing the tall trees and pondering if I would ever return to my home with my mother.She eventually came to a halt at a house at the end of the road. The appearance was aged yet cozy and illuminated by the bright lights. There was a lovely front garden that was just beautiful. I felt fear as I wondered why we were thereShe parked the car and asked me to stay still. Then she got out and went to the house. She knocked on the door and a woman opened it. They talked for a moment and both went inside. I heard loud voices in the house and sometimes later, my mum came outsid
~Jemima Steele Pov.....The Pack's ForestIt had rained cats and dog al through the night. And the downpour had only seized a few minutes to dawn. It was refreshing, the morning after, with the smell of rain water.The sun rose in the sky after that at its usual time, just as my step mother began to scream profanities at me. I sighed internally as I skipped out of the house before she would unleash her hidden demon. Her latest string of insults still burned in my ears.Besides, it was just the perfect weather for me to go into the forest, to the little water body there and bath in the water which the sun would warm up.It always felt real good.I took a deep breath while letting the quiet of the trees drown out her words. I inhaled that familiar scent of damp earth and wild flowers, of green leaves and rain water combined the moment I stepped into the forest. I stopped to bask in the soothing feeling that it always brought to me. It was like a symphony, a remedy to every trouble in m
~Adrian Blackthorn POV....The Pack’s ForestThe moon was high, its light spilling over the forest as I ran. The air was cool, carrying the smell of damp earth and flowers. My paws hit the ground in steady strides, but something felt off tonight. My chest was tight, like I was waiting for something to happen.Kieran, my wolf, growled inside me. He was restless, pacing in my mind. It made me uneasy. He wasn’t the type to get worked up without a reason. I tried to focus, breathing deeply to calm both of us, but the forest felt different. The usual peace wasn’t there.She’s here.The thought came out of nowhere, gripping me tight.Who? I asked, even though I already knew.Our mate. She’s close. Kieran’s voice was clear, full of longing. It was sharper than I’d felt in years.I stopped running, my fur catching the moonlight. My heart was racing. The word mate hit me like a shock, filling me with both excitement and fear. After losing Sienna, I promised myself I’d never take another mate.
Adrian’s POVThose first few seconds had to be the most heart-wrenching moment of my life. I had sensed the previous night that she was up to no good and I felt pretty stupid for not being more alert. Why the hell had I fallen asleep?My eyes ran through the words on her goodbye, searching for any clue as to where she might be headed. And what did she even mean by she had to leave to protect me and the rest of the Pack? Who told her she had any right to just do that?If I found her, I was going to kill her myself. After hurriedly putting on my clothes and boots, I dashed out of the apartment and headed straight for the forest. It was nearly four-thirty in the morning, she couldn’t have gone that far. My suspicion was confirmed by her scent that permeated the forest strongly. She had been there and hopefully, she might still not have gone out of the forest. I remembered her saying something about the circle of stones the previous night and decided to check there first. Disappo
Jemima’s POVThe voice was very familiar, irritatingly so. Ignoring the pain in my hand, I brought myself up to a seated position and tried not to get carried away by the beauty of the room. For the first time, I saw the face of my attacker and was momentarily stunned speechless.He was otherworldly beautiful with his copper red hair and emerald green eyes. But unfortunately, he was also a scoundrel. “Why am I here?” I queried. “Weren’t you supposed to kill me?”The ghost of a smile hovered on his sensuous lips. “So you would rather be dead than alive? Interesting.”“Why didn't you just kill me?” I asked again.“I changed my mind,” he deadpanned. “You should focus on regaining your strength instead of asking me questions. You are going to need it.”With that, he rose from the richly embroidered chair and strolled out of the room. Just as I was still battling with the many confusing thoughts in my head, the door opened and a young girl who couldn't be more than nineteen walked in wi
Jemima’s POVI hadn't wanted to fall asleep but eventually, I had dozed off listening to the steady beating of Adrian’s heart. Thankfully, he was fast asleep when I woke up and it was still very early, about four in the morning. It was my opportunity to do what I had planned. As gently as I could, I got out of bed and searched his drawer for a pen and a piece of paper to write a goodbye note. Mentally applauding myself for not giving in to the temptation to give him one last kiss, I tiptoed out of the bedroom. My wolf howled in sadness but I didn't have any other choice. No one else was going to get hurt because of me.Sneaking past the soldiers who were patrolling the territory was the easiest past. I had been working on mastering the art of stealth since I was a child.Before disappearing forever from the Pack, I decided to pay a visit to the Circle of Stones in the forest. There must be something there for me. Something to help me overcome the hardships that were sure to come.
Adrian’s POVIn what seemed like no time at all, we were done with the dishes.“That wasn't so hard now, was it,” my mate said with a smug smile and for a brief moment, she almost looked like Sienna. I hadn't thought about it before but they had the same smile, especially when they were right about something. “Spend the night with me.”The words were out of my mouth before I realized it. But I didn't wish I could take them back. I wanted her in my arms that night and perhaps every night from that day onwards.She blinked in surprise. “Are you sure?”“Of course. You allowed me to spend the night in your room last night. I think it's only fair that you sleep in my room tonight,” I replied.There was a flicker of disappointment in her eyes and I mentally cursed myself for making it seem like the only reason I had asked her to spend the night with me was just to return a favour she granted me.Still, I couldn't bring myself to tell her that I needed her. I wanted her to move in and spe
Adrian’s POVMy body flared with desire at her suggestive words. I was tempted to take her up on her offer but knew that she was only trying to distract me.Something was certainly up with her. I could see it in her eyes.“Don’t try to distract me, Jem. No matter how much I want to be sexually intimate with you all the time, I won’t be controlled by that. Not especially when something is bothering you.”She smirked. “Never would I have thought that you would ever pass up an opportunity to be intimate with me. I would have to record this date in my diary.”“Whatever,” I murmured. “You will find loads of snacks in the pantry. There is even a tub of ice cream in the refrigerator if you like chocolate flavour.”Her eyes lit up a little at that and I made a mental note to stock up more on chocolate ice cream.“You are the perfect host,” she said, rising from the sofa. I mentally rolled my eyes. “Host? It seems too formal. We are mates.”“You are the perfect mate,” she replied with a grin
Jemima’s POV“Is that supposed to be the witch?” Piper queried, coming to stand behind me and then she let out a gasp. “Isn’t that Abigail?”“The one and only,” I murmured. She tutted. “At this point, she has got to be connected with everybody and everything.”I dragged my gaze away from the picture and my eyes found the desk close to the window. I wondered how I had missed it in the first place. As if the sheer number of books in the living room wasn't enough, there was another huge pile of books on the table. Piper followed my gaze and moved towards the table, muttering under her breath about how one could be so interested in books. She reached the table and picked up a piece of paper that had been lying on the book at the top. “I think this is for you.”Curiosity bit deep into me as I regarded the piece of paper she was holding up. “Thank goodness,” my mate’s voice boomed. “I thought the house had absorbed you two.”Ignoring him, I walked over to where Piper was standing and
Jemima’s POV“You came all the way here to find a witch?” I asked a rather grumpy-looking Adrian who wasn't pleased that I had insisted on Piper tagging along with us.He had thought that it was going to be just the both of us but I wasn't ready to spend hours all alone with him.I found my emotions flitting between sympathy for him, then jealousy and a little bit of anger directed towards him if I was being honest. It hadn't helped that he had said her name in his sleep the previous night. Deciding to allow Piper to tag along with us was to prevent me from spilling my thoughts out to him. I didn't want to come off as being selfish and insensitive. “I would go to the ends of the Earth for you if it means that your life will be preserved,” he answered in a bored tone.Piper clapped her hands in delight. “That's so sweet.”Adrian threw her a not-so-discrete withering look and her excitement instantly disappeared. I threw him a warning look and moved closer to her. “Just ignore him,
Jemima’s POVAfter Adrian had slept off the previous night after telling me about Sienna, I stayed awake thinking. I had tried and failed to fall asleep, so I had given up and paced my room, allowing several thoughts to run through my mind. It was obvious that my mate had allowed his guilt about Sienna’s death to eat deep into him. I could only advise him to let it go but he had to make that decision himself. No one could force him to. I felt uncomfortable knowing that he still hadn't let go of her but I also couldn't help but empathize with him. If something like that had happened to me, I might not have been as strong as he had been. It was a terrible thing to lose one’s mate and even worse when you are the one responsible for it. But still, I didn't want to have to compete for his affections with a dead ex.If only he could allow himself use our bond to heal. “You should also try that too,” Kiona said. “You still haven't totally let go of the pain Connor caused you.”I heav
Adrian’s POVI must have dozed off again because the next time I woke up, Jemima was no longer by my side. Her side of the bed was cold which meant she had been up for quite some time. I wondered if she was in the bathroom. I stretched and let out a tired yawn, feeling somewhat drained. It was part of the reasons I detested visiting the memories of the past. Memories that had to do with Sienna. With a sigh, I rose to a sitting position and my eyes went to the clock on the far end of the wall. My eyes instantly widened in surprise. It was almost ten-thirty. I wasn't supposed to have slept for that long. Jemima walked in just as I rose from the bed and the first thing I noticed was how sweaty she was. Her blouse clung to her chest tantalizingly and my eyes followed a bead of sweat as it rolled down her neck to disappear into her cleavage. She cleared her throat loudly and I reluctantly dragged my gaze back to her face. I wasn't even aware of when she shut the door behind her. “