Dragana POV Art’s kiss still lingered on me, as did his scent. There was something comforting about him. Did I feel sparkles? Yes, indeed. Connection – absolutely. But he was not Roman, I thought, it was not the same. “If I may interject”, I heard Aisha’s voice. “Please Aisha. Please tell me what you feel”, I said, feeling almost guilty for taking advantage of her advice whilst I still did not fully connect with her. It felt as if I were taking advantage of her, and I did not like that. I was going to apologize to her, but I needed to hear what she wanted to say first. “First of all, do not think you are taking advantage of me. I know what you are thinking, Dragana, and I know this is new to you, but both Vasilla and I are aware of your thoughts, your fears, your desires and wants at all times. I know this is new to you, but this is how shifter bonds work. Essentially, we are one, and whatever you feel, we feel. Whatever you want, we want. Whatever hurts you, hurts us. Now, do not get
Artemis POV My heart was singing!!!! She kissed me back, and I could smell her arousal earlier on. The connection was there. She wanted me!!!! “Aisha tried to reach out to me too”, Emir was musing, ever so happy with the situation, proud of himself. “And??? Did she say anything?? Were you able to talk to her?”, I asked, a little bit apprehensive about the response. I knew if I stood any chance with Dragana, her wolf had to be on board with all this, she had to accept us too. I also knew in my heart that she had feelings for Roman. I did not know how I felt about this. Part of me was jealous, extremely jealous! If he were anyone else, I’d go and kill him and rip him to shreds, right there and then, even though I knew I had no right to do so. But this was Roman, my brother from another mother, my childhood friend. And he had given me his blessing, fully knowing my feelings for her, even though I suspected he had feelings for her too. This was getting confusing and complicated. I loved R
Alice POV “You are weakening me. I cannot come forth!!”, I heard Rina whine in my head. I knew the bracelets were keeping her at bay, but I needed to do what I had been tasked with. How – I did not know. But what I did know was that if I did not kill him, the Dark Lord would kill me. That much was clear. Besides, my father was dying already. “Father is dying, but do you even understand what you are doing??? Do you understand the sacred bond between a parent and a child?? Especially a parent such as our father who loved you all your life, supported you???” I heard Rina whine again. She was right, her voice was getting weaker and at times I could feel her energy slip away. I did not know if she was there or not, but I dared not take my bracelets off as the little courage I had to complete my task would likely have gone away. Walking up to Roman’s office, I needed to notify him about leaving. I did not know if he would notice anything different and I prayed to all the Gods he would not
Dragana POV Art’s kisses tightened my stomach, and I could feel excitement building within me every time we kissed. I felt safe with him. It was a very different type of a kiss than Roman’s – not that I had many with him to compare. However, my body reacted very differently to them both. I knew I craved Roman with an almost animalistic desire. The soft kiss on the morning I left, while completely innocent in comparison to his previous ones, showed me once and for all that I was in love with this man, and that I wanted him. With Art, it was different. I knew I cared for him. I looked forward to seeing him every day. I purposely wore outfits and special clothes just for him. I was excited. I would think of him before I went to bed. But none of this was the fated mate bond I read so much about. I needed to do some more reading on the books I got from the Library, that much was clear. “We are different. We do not feel a mate bond until each of us finds him”, Vasilla now chimed in, noting
Dragana POVHis question caught me off guard. I did not know how to respond or what to say. The internal struggle I had with the two men was about to expose itself if I said anything, even though in reality I had no real relationship with either of them. Truth be told, I was very, very confused and conflicted. Could you love two people??? Equally? Could you be mates with two??? I did not know the answers and perhaps I was scared to probe. Perhaps it felt safe to have Art here and pine for Roman. The two of them never meeting after we left, me, never having to push myself or analyze or ever really make a decision. “We are not cowards!” Aisha came forth, agitated at all this. “Great grandfather”, she purred to him. “Perhaps I can help address something here”, she said confidently. “Please Aisha, my beautiful girl”, he said. “Dragana, you may not want to hear this, especially given the circumstances, but when I shifted at the pack several night ago, Caleb saw me”, she explained. “I was a
Dragana POV So Roman knew he had a mate and still decided to marry somebody else???? Still decided to follow whatever fake bond that was!! He had likely learned about the prophecy too – and nothing. He did NOTHING! There was only one possible explanation for this. He did not want me. I do not know why I should be surprised about this, as for many years, while I lived in the pack, he never showed any interest in me until recently. And even that was not about me. He was not interested in me, but in the fact that I could be his breeder. I felt like a fool!! Who did he think he was?! I held onto the memory of that morning kiss as something precious to me – some type of indication that when he kissed me it mattered, that it was real, and that he cared for me. For a moment, I allowed myself to feel, to believe – even if I thought we could never be, even when I thought that his mate-bond was real! I remember wanting to turn back to admit my feelings and agree to anything, but based on this,
Dragana POVThe large glass shreds were sticking out of Art’s back and blood was seeping;, however he did not seem to care. “Art… Let me pull them out, at least, please.. you must be in pain!”, I urged him, while on the outside we could hear whole hell breaking loose. Cybela was spitting fire in somebody’s direction and growling like thunder, her large, outstretched wings blocking my view. The skies had darkened into a misty black color and clouds appeared out of nowhere. I knew Solomon left, so this attack, just shortly after his departure, was more than suspicious. I made a mental note to discuss this with Jasmine later – we obviously had a traitor in our midst. “Never mind the glass Dragana, Emir will heal me. We need to get you to safety, that is most important!”, he replied, his voice laced with urgency and concern. His handsome face was serious, his eyes darting everywhere, but I could see pain flash as he tried to dress himself. I could not let him go injured anywhere. I quickl
Dragana POVI was running as fast as my legs could carry me, my chest burning up from the pressure, the wind whipping up against me, but I did not stop. There will be nothing to stop me from getting to Cybela. I focused my magic further and engulfed myself in blue flames of magic, radiating electricity from my very being, killing our enemies in the process. “Let me out!!! We need to shift. We are faster as a Lycan”, Vasilla urged me. “I must be able to channel the magic, Vasilla, I must help Cybela! She is being attacked by dark magic”, I screamed. “We can do that, that is our power, you can use your powers while shifted!! You are a Tribrid.”, she reminded me. She was right and she was going to be faster. I had to get to Cybela as quickly as possible, I had to save her! The injuries from the bows were getting darker by the minute and I knew those were not ordinary weapons. I needed to put a shield over her. Mid-run, I shifted and Vasilla gave haste, running directly towards Cybela. Lo