Cecil came down to join me on the carpet as I picked my phone out of my purse to check the cause of the vibration. It was a message from both Victor and Damon. Damon was asking me to hurry up because he wanted to get the speech over with and have a fun night, and Victor was telling me I looked gorgeous, probably killing any men who saw me on my way here.I tried to fight the smile and blush as I looked up to the rooftop. The fairy lights strung across the edges of the building illuminated their faces as they were both on the rooftop, holding a glass of wine each and staring down at the peopleI avoided looking at Victor because I know I might just burst into a blushing mess, so I just gave Damon a curt nod and turned to Cecil.”Who's making you blush?” Cecil teased, peering over my shoulder.“No one,” I quickly replied, slipping my phone back into my purse.“Lover, huh?” She smirked. “You should have seen your face.”I nudged her playfully. “Damon is about to have a meltdown. We'll be
I watched as he walked away, and only when he went down the stairs did I turn back to glare at Penelope. Her nonchalant expression made my blood boil. “The next time you try that shit again, I’m throwing you off the building. Keep your distance, Penelope,” I said, my voice low and threatening and I liked it, I wanted to sound as cold-hearted and not-caring as I could and I knew I aced the expression when I saw Victor from my peripheral view smiling smugly.She opened her mouth to reply, but I didn’t wait to hear whatever excuse or retort she had. I spun on my heel and walked away, feeling Victor’s presence close behind me.As we moved down the stairs and through the crowd, my anger started to simmer down. The music was loud, the lights were dim, and people were dancing, oblivious to the situation around them. Victor just stayed silent, letting me cool off. We made our way to a quieter corner of the venue, away from sobber prying eyes and curious ears. I leaned against the wall, taki
Victor begrudgingly sat up, rubbing his eyes. I stood between his legs and began to unbutton his shirt, he took of his watches as I did so. The room was a bit warm, and I hoped that taking a little nap would help him recharge fully.As I unbuttoned his shirt, I noticed a flower tattoo that sprawled from his abdomen to his chest. It was a couple of black roses with red highlights, and it was absolutely beautiful. I couldn't resist running my fingers over it, wondering if it felt just the way it was. “It's amazing,” I muttered softly, tracing the petals with my fingertips. It was really beautiful.He smiled, watching me with a hint of amusement in his tired eyes. “I got it last night, You like it?”“I love it,” I replied, still marveling at the artwork. As I looked closer, I noticed tiny letters in faded red inside each flower. They formed my name. I looked up at him, a mixture of surprise in my eyes.Really...?..Did he...?.“Is this...?” I began, but my voice trailed off.He nodded,
I wondered if something had gone wrong somewhere. Or was it the period?Cecil still ignored my questions as she climbed up the stairs with her drink. She wouldn't stop no matter what I said, so I just kept quiet and followed her into her room.She almost slammed the door on my face, and that was when I lost it.“Can you please fucking answer me? Did I do something wrong? What did I do?” I slammed the door shut behind me and turned to see her glaring at me.“When were you going to tell me about you and Alpha Victor?”I felt my heart drop to my feet."About me and Alpha Victor?"“Yes, don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about,” she snapped, her eyes blazing with anger and I could already feel my heart trying to slip out.She knew?How the fuck did she know?I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. “Cecil, uh... Why do you think Victor and I are a thing?”She scoffed, downing another shot of vodka. “Oh, please. Do you think I’m blind?” She sighed. “When I got tired of st
After Cecil and I made up, we shared the last bit of vodka from the bottle. It burned a little going down, but it was a good kind of burn. The kind that made you feel alive. She gave me a tired smile and then headed downstairs, probably to rejoin the party and forget the drama for a while or maybe search for her mate.I stayed back and pulled out my phone. I texted Zara to check who the occupants of the other rooms were and I was sure she understood the tasks. She replied almost immediately, saying she was on it. Once that was done, I headed back into the room where Victor was. He was awake now, his eyes open and staring at the ceiling. He was still shirtles.“Hey” I said softly, not wanting to startle him, which was a very absurd thought, knowing he must have heard me coming.He turned his head to look at me, a small smile playing on his lips. “Hey.”“Feeling better?” I asked as I gently closed the door and walked over to the bed.“Yes,” He admitted, sitting up slowly. "I didn't mea
“I swear, if I find out you're joking, I'm going to kill you. Like, really kill you,” Cecil said, swirling the reddish hangover liquid in the ceramic bowl, watching me with a suspicious eye.She’d woken up about eighteen minutes ago, demanding to know what had happened and how she ended up drunk with a very non-human alcohol. I had brought the bottle with us to show her when she woke up. I wanted her to see how careless she’d been.“I have to make lunch, Cecil. Stop keeping me here,” I groaned, uncrossing my legs and crossing them again.“Well, the story doesn’t line up,” she said, placing the bowl on the counter. “I got really, seriously drunk, and somehow you found me in the car of this insanely hot redhead who said he is my mate, right?”I nodded.She continued, “And then you took me away from him with a promise that you were going to set up a date for both of us to meet since you didn’t trust him that much. And you collected his number. Then he helped you take me into the Parkhous
I knew it wasn’t right to worry someone who was on a date, so I grabbed my bag and the rest of my essentials and bolted out of the house the moment I got a call from Victor. He told me to come to Hatty's Hospital immediately.A bloody fight had broken out between two women. The offender was found dead—or in this case, she was too weak to heal and died halfway to the hospital. The victim suffered traumatic brain shock, internal fatal trauma, and third-degree burns all over her body. The burns were caused by wolfsbane and may have been the main cause of death.**1 HOUR, 30 MINUTES AGO**Cecil twirled in her dress in front of the mirror, giggling while I packed all her makeup and put it back in the boxes. And people think a Luna gets more respect and rest. “Okay, seriously, you need to go. Haven't you heard of the saying; if you keep staring at your reflection, you're going to be ugly. You haven't heard of it?” I pushed the boxes under her shoe shelf since I wasn't tall enough to put
Damon still had that worried look on his face, and he looked so uneasy that I started to wonder why. He was usually a deranged asshole who didn’t need or appreciate the care I gave him. But if he was this worried, then I feared whatever it was about had a way of affecting me too.Victor and I approached Damon, Selene, and Zara where they stood at the front of the ward. Probably where the victim’s body was. Zara collected my bag and handed me a bunch of papers about the victim. It was too much to read, so I handed them back to her, telling her to brief me later as I was more interested in whatever discussion Victor was going to have with Damon.“Is he done running the tests?” Damon asked, his eyes darting from me to Victor.What tests?Victor nodded. “Yes, nothing. Not a witch.”I looked at Victor. “A witch?”“The doctor thinks it was a witch, since finding wolfsbane is normal for them. The defendant doesn’t remember what happened, and that is not normal.”“Her head was bandaged, thoug