Jemima’s POVMesmerized by the sight in front of me, I took a step forward. “You are supposed to be at the Pack House.”I whipped around to face Garrett, the spell cast by the stones broken in an instant by the sound of the Beta’s angry voice. An apology was just at the tip of my tongue but I changed my mind. He should have known better than to interrupt whatever it is that would have happened had I gone close enough to touch the stones. Something would have happened. I was sure of it.“So are you,” I said to him, not bothering to hide my irritation at his presence. He muttered something under his breath and then closed his eyes to take a deep breath. When he opened them, I saw that his anger had vanished. “It's not safe for you out here. Let's head back. I'm not going to tell Adrian about this even though it's the right thing to do. He is going to be really mad.”I shrugged. “You can tell him if you want. I didn't ask you not to.”Without waiting for him to say another word, I
Jemima’s POVA shriek of surprise escaped my lips as he carelessly flung me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.I was well aware of where his palm rested – right on my butt. “Adrian, this is not how you sweep a lady off her feet, in case that’s what you are trying to do here,” I said. He chuckled. “You should have known by now, dear mate, that I am not a gentleman. Don't worry, you are going to get used to it with time.”I snorted and didn't speak to him again until we reached my bedroom. The short dress I was wearing, rode up dangerously higher as he gently lowered me to the bed.His gaze latched on to my exposed thighs as he straightened just before I got the chance to adjust my dress. “Don’t,” he murmured, stilling the motion of my fingers. “You do not have to cover up when we are together.”My fingers tightened on the hem of my dress as I fought to control the sudden wave of anger that washed over me. “Jem, are you alright?” he queried. His tone was laced with concern.
Adrian’s POVI left Jemima’s room feeling like a piece of shit. She didn't deserve this. She didn't deserve to be punished for my past experiences but I couldn't help it. It had been easier to pretend that I thought the reason she was mad was because we had sex. Easier than admitting that I had pulled away and talking to her about Sienna. Thoughts of her still hurt and it wouldn't be a good thing if my mate thought that I was still so affected by my dead mate. “You look so lost,” my beta said, startling me. I hadn't noticed his presence.His eyes sparkled with mischief. “You know you can come to me whenever you want with your woman problem, right?”“Coming from someone who has no experience whatsoever with a woman. Go to bed, Garrett,” I replied. “That is not true,” he protested, grinning. “You can ask Piper about it.”I made a face. “Certainly not interested. Now, if you don't have anything else to say, allow me retire to my bedroom in peace.”“How did it go with Abigail?” he que
Jemima’s POVThe way he said my government-issued name was enough to make me shudder with desire.I was well aware of my nipples hardening and poking through the thin material of my shirt which I held to my chest even as I jutted my chin stubbornly at him. It was as though there was a force pushing me to vex him as much as I could. A force I couldn't resist.“You have no right to tell me what or what not to say, Adrian Blackthorn. You can't control me like the rest of your Pack members.”A muscle in his jaw clenched at my provocation and then his gaze lowered to my chest, eyes lighting up with fascination at the way my hard nipples were threatening to poke through my shirt. My mouth went dry as his gaze darkened with a combination of fierce hunger and anger. “I guess I should head back to the Pack house,” Piper said, her voice barely above a whisper and turned to leave.Neither the Alpha nor I turned to acknowledge her. I found out that I couldn't barely move. The heat in my mate’s
~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’s POVThe way he said my government-issued name was enough to make me shudder with desire.I was well aware of my nipples hardening and poking through the thin material of my shirt which I held to my chest even as I jutted my chin stubbornly at him. It was as though there was a force pushing me to vex him as much as I could. A force I couldn't resist.“You have no right to tell me what or what not to say, Adrian Blackthorn. You can't control me like the rest of your Pack members.”A muscle in his jaw clenched at my provocation and then his gaze lowered to my chest, eyes lighting up with fascination at the way my hard nipples were threatening to poke through my shirt. My mouth went dry as his gaze darkened with a combination of fierce hunger and anger. “I guess I should head back to the Pack house,” Piper said, her voice barely above a whisper and turned to leave.Neither the Alpha nor I turned to acknowledge her. I found out that I couldn't barely move. The heat in my mate’s
Adrian’s POVI left Jemima’s room feeling like a piece of shit. She didn't deserve this. She didn't deserve to be punished for my past experiences but I couldn't help it. It had been easier to pretend that I thought the reason she was mad was because we had sex. Easier than admitting that I had pulled away and talking to her about Sienna. Thoughts of her still hurt and it wouldn't be a good thing if my mate thought that I was still so affected by my dead mate. “You look so lost,” my beta said, startling me. I hadn't noticed his presence.His eyes sparkled with mischief. “You know you can come to me whenever you want with your woman problem, right?”“Coming from someone who has no experience whatsoever with a woman. Go to bed, Garrett,” I replied. “That is not true,” he protested, grinning. “You can ask Piper about it.”I made a face. “Certainly not interested. Now, if you don't have anything else to say, allow me retire to my bedroom in peace.”“How did it go with Abigail?” he que
Jemima’s POVA shriek of surprise escaped my lips as he carelessly flung me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.I was well aware of where his palm rested – right on my butt. “Adrian, this is not how you sweep a lady off her feet, in case that’s what you are trying to do here,” I said. He chuckled. “You should have known by now, dear mate, that I am not a gentleman. Don't worry, you are going to get used to it with time.”I snorted and didn't speak to him again until we reached my bedroom. The short dress I was wearing, rode up dangerously higher as he gently lowered me to the bed.His gaze latched on to my exposed thighs as he straightened just before I got the chance to adjust my dress. “Don’t,” he murmured, stilling the motion of my fingers. “You do not have to cover up when we are together.”My fingers tightened on the hem of my dress as I fought to control the sudden wave of anger that washed over me. “Jem, are you alright?” he queried. His tone was laced with concern.
Jemima’s POVMesmerized by the sight in front of me, I took a step forward. “You are supposed to be at the Pack House.”I whipped around to face Garrett, the spell cast by the stones broken in an instant by the sound of the Beta’s angry voice. An apology was just at the tip of my tongue but I changed my mind. He should have known better than to interrupt whatever it is that would have happened had I gone close enough to touch the stones. Something would have happened. I was sure of it.“So are you,” I said to him, not bothering to hide my irritation at his presence. He muttered something under his breath and then closed his eyes to take a deep breath. When he opened them, I saw that his anger had vanished. “It's not safe for you out here. Let's head back. I'm not going to tell Adrian about this even though it's the right thing to do. He is going to be really mad.”I shrugged. “You can tell him if you want. I didn't ask you not to.”Without waiting for him to say another word, I
Jemima’s POVI really wanted to go with Adrian to see my stepmother who seemed to be involved in the tangled web of mysteries that surrounded me. But it was a wise decision for me to stay behind. Abigail despised me and wouldn't want to give me anything I desperately needed, which in this case, were answers to my questions.Why was I so different from the others? And why did it seem as though my life was being targeted?Perhaps, if my mother hadn't cruelly abandoned me, I wouldn't have been as confused about my abilities and why I had them.Her abandonment was something I was never going to forgive. Because of her decision, I had suffered at the hands of my stepmother and her daughter. The most painful part of it all was that my father had done nothing to protect me.“Jeez, stop glaring at the forest already or you are going to set it ablaze.”Piper’s voice pierced through my thoughts, abruptly pulling me back to the present. I regarded her friendly expression for a moment. She was
Adrian’s POV“I think I now remember who it belongs to,” I continued. “Abigail.”Her brows furrowed in puzzlement at the mention of her stepmother’s name and then I felt the mockery directed at herself for forgetting that the name was quite common and not reserved for only her. “Was she a member of this Pack?” she queried.“Jemima, we are talking about your stepmother here,” I replied. Her eyes widened in surprise and I watched as she visibly struggled for what to say.“I'm sorry I didn't tell you this earlier, but a few weeks before the fight in the forest, I ran into her when I was following a trail. I think she is somehow connected to all of this,” I revealed.“You think?” my mate queried angrily. I didn't blame her. It wasn't right for me to have kept that piece of information away from her considering the relationship between them.“Why the hell didn't you tell me about it earlier?”“Calm down, Jem,” I murmured. “I just didn't think it was necessary at that time.”“But it certa
Jemima’s POVAfter Adrian hurried out of my room like a man who was on the run for his life, it felt like he had taken all the warmth with him. The room had suddenly become too quiet and I could feel the tendrils of loneliness reaching out to squeeze my heart. I hated the feeling.The whole betrayal I experienced with my former mate, Connor, had made me vow that I was never going to fully open up to another man and let myself be vulnerable. Damn the stupid mate bond. Perhaps, if I hadn't sensed how he hesitated to mark me and how he withdrew into himself right after our intense love-making, I would not have been experiencing the crushing feeling of regret. Being intimate with my mate had crossed my mind several times since we first met but I always managed to push those thoughts to the furthest parts of my mind. The Pack’s troubles had also helped me not to focus on stuff like that. I was still surprised at how the intense desire to mate had suddenly hit both of us at the same
Jemima’s POVAfter Adrian hurried out of my room like a man who was on the run for his life, it felt like he had taken all the warmth with him. The room had suddenly become too quiet and I could feel the tendrils of loneliness reaching out to squeeze my heart. I hated the feeling.The whole betrayal I experienced with my former mate, Connor, had made me vow that I was never going to fully open up to another man and let myself be vulnerable. Damn the stupid mate bond. Perhaps, if I hadn't sensed how he hesitated to mark me and how he withdrew into himself right after our intense love-making, I would not have been experiencing the crushing feeling of regret. Being intimate with my mate had crossed my mind several times since we first met but I always managed to push those thoughts to the furthest parts of my mind. The Pack’s troubles had also helped me not to focus on stuff like that. I was still surprised at how the intense desire to mate had suddenly hit both of us at the same
Adrian’s POVAs I settled my head between the moist juncture of her thighs, every thought that I had to take it slow and tease her mercilessly, nearly fled from me. She smelled so good that my mouth watered and it took every ounce of willpower that I had in me to keep from immediately digging in.I took deep breaths to regain control but the soft sounds of pleasure she made as my breath tickled her centre, nearly made me lose it again. Fighting for control, I rubbed my palms gently along her thighs as I kept on torturing her with my breath against her moist heat. When her clit started to pulse with pleasure, I knew I had lost the battle. With a sigh, I allowed my tongue to taste her and it nearly drove me mad with pleasure, her cries only made things worse. My dick throbbed painfully but I was determined to satisfy her needs first.I lapped at her centre like a hungry dog, allowing her taste and smell to cloud my senses.At that point, I was certain that neither of us would have