"I don't understand why we are going to the human world," Harper frowned at Saint. "We have much more important things to do! You should train me!" "We will have time to train later." "When?" "Later." Harper growled, and Saint bit back a laugh. According to Harper, they looked funny standing next to each other. She was wearing washed-out jeans and a leather jacket, while her mate was wearing a luxurious black suit. Compared to Saint, Harper deemed she looked like a child. Saint towered above her and seemed to be in his later twenties, while Harper judged herself to have childish features. It wouldn't surprise Harper if women in the human realm flirted with Saint and disregarded her as his little sister. The ugly duckling that didn't inherit any sexy genes. She was prepared for the worst. "I think seeing your friends is important," Saint said and grimaced as if thinking about something unpleasant. "But I'm reluctant about following you to the human realm..." Harper lifted a
Harper and her best friends sat inside a luxurious Italian restaurant and stared at Saint as he ordered their food. Tanja and Frida seemed immune to Saint's pheromones, and Harper wondered if they had supernatural mates of their own. Not that she had time to think about that right now.No, not when all the women working inside the restaurant had their eyes on Saint. The owner was especially fond of him and had offered to serve their food for free. That's why they were here.Harper sharpened her ears to listen to the woman working the cash register. She was batting her eyelashes at Saint. "Say, how about you and I get away from here? You're just so gorgeous, and I would love to see what is under your suit."A tsunami of jealousy washed over Harper. The brunette working the cash register had big breasts and wavy, shiny hair. Her skin was a rich brown, and her makeup was on the spot. She was gorgeous—there was no way Saint would say no to her offer."I just want the food," Saint said co
"Thank you for taking me to see my friends today," Harper smiled at Saint when they stood before the portal. Her cheeks flushed when he caught her gaze, and she put a strand of brown hair behind her ear. "It was nice to see them today, and you're right—revenge isn't the answer. I was blinded by hatred after my father died, but… I think I'm on the right path now." Saint peered down at her in the dark. The moonlight illuminated some of his features and showed the faint curl of his lips. "I'm glad." He studied Harper's face for a long while before sighing. "I'm sorry we didn't get to your father in time. If I had paid more attention—" "It's not your fault," Harper gave Saint a pained smile. Her chest felt too tight, and her heart a little too big. "Don't blame yourself for my father's death, Saint. It's not your fault at all. Liam is the person to blame." "Right." "I'm serious." Saint said nothing, and Harper stared down at his shoes. "It sucks that I lost my father, but right now, I
"I don't understand why you're angry at me!" Harper argued while taking off her clothes. There was a growing pain in her heart that she couldn't chase away. "What have I done?!"Saint didn't reply, and Harper grew sadder.Her friends were sleeping in the room next to theirs. Harper deemed them safe since Saint had spread vines over the entire castle. He had grown in strength from having sex with Harper."Will you stop ignoring me?" Harper looked up again. "And please don't be angry at me! I haven't done anything!""I'm not angry at you!" Saint threw down his suit over the couch and was panting from anger and frustration. "But I'm not bulletproof, Harper..." "And I can't read minds, so please tell me why you're so upset!""Tanja..." Saint's eyebrows furrowed in misery. His voice was still angry and frustrated, though. "Tanja said Liam is your second mate, and I already know how this story will end. You will fall in love with your enemy—it's how it always goes."Harper gasped and could
Harper was fighting the vines holding her in place. She needed release, but her devilish mate didn't seem interested in finishing the job."Saint..." Harper was close to crying. She was wet and aching for his cock. "Won't you please just finish the damn job? I'm so horny..."Saint was standing above her with a firm grip on his cock. Harper wanted to ride him so severely. It wasn't fair how he was pumping himself. The tip of his cock already glistened with precum, and Harper guessed Saint didn't even need her to finish himself off. "I'm so fucking hard..." Saint inhaled and cupped his balls with his other hands. His eyes closed, and sweat ran down his muscular chest. And at this point, Harper lost it. "Please, Saint," Harper peered up into his green eyes are writhed. Her breasts felt swollen and heavy. "Just please fuck me...I'm begging you... I need you more than oxygen..."Saint lowered herself to his knee and cupped Harper's chin. His touch felt like a drug. Harper experienced wit
"You have to wake up!" Saint gripped the blanket that was around Harper and shook her. "Now!"The room was cold. Harper curled up into a ball and shuddered when she lost the warmth of the fabric. Her tired eyes met her mate's face."What is happening?" Harper's voice was weak. It couldn't have been morning yet. "I want to sleep longer...""I'm sorry, baby," Saint looked apologetic. "But there are intruders on the castle grounds. You have to wake up.""Intruders?"Saint took a deep breath. His eyes were clouded with concern. "The Comet back is soon by our doorstep, my roots are telling me. We should get your friends and prepare for the worst."Harper sat up, and Saint handed her some clothes. She was the alpha of her pack, someone supposed to be fierce, but all she wanted was to fall back asleep. The only reason Harper could keep her eyes open was that her fear made her heart pound. She didn't want alpha Liam on her grounds. He was her worst enemy, the man who had ordered his men to s
Things were about to heat up. Liam was growling at the man who shared the same mate. He was one second from attacking Saint, but Jack stopped him. Liam lifted an eyebrow at Jack's raised hand and scowled. "What are you trying to do now?""Helping you."There was a snort. "How?" "Let me fight him," Jack said and turned around to eye Harper. A grin crossed his lips. "Such a young pretty little alpha, but you don't know a thing about fighting, do you? You might be the alpha, but Saint is your greatest warrior, correct? So how about we make a deal?"Harper felt a chill running down her spine. "What kind of deal?"Jack took another step forward. His expression looked grim, and his white hair had frozen solid. The entire atmosphere seemed colder, and Tanja and Frida were shuddering loudly. The frost wyvern-shifter was flexing his powers, Harper realized. Yet she refused to show any indication of fear. She stood her ground and didn't avert her gaze.It made Jack laugh before he finally ta
Harper wasn't sure what she was watching. A few minutes ago, she had braced herself for Saint's loss in battle, but now her mate looked like he had stepped out from a volcano.Every pore on Saint's skin burned and radiated inner fire. He threw himself at Jack's whipping tail, small yet melting the ice, until the frost wyvern screamed in agony.It was a terrible sound that made Tanja act on her pure instinct. Tears ran down her cheek, and she yelled. "Stop! Don't kill him! Please! Saint! Jack is my mate!"Steam filled the cold air, and the temperature was growing hotter. Jack was down on the ground, writhing in suffering. It made Harper make a rash decision. "Saint, don't kill Jack!" Harper shouted with her fingers curled around her mouth. She hoped her mate would listen. "The battle is over—you already won, Saint!"Saint paused from what he was doing and stepped aside from the frost wyvern on the ground. His pride as a warrior wasn't worth more than the love and affection from his ma
Epilogue Years Later Harper sat on the balcony, watching her and Saint's daughter, Caroline, playing in the big garden. She was laughing while their golden retriever chased her around a rose bush. "You can't catch me, Bobby! You're too slow!" BARK BARK!! A smile curled Harper's lips as she listened to Caroline's giggles. Her floral dress was dancing in the winds. And Bobby, the golden retriever, was trying his hardest to get to her. Life was great. Mating with Saint hadn't made Harper into an eternal creature. She wasn't immortal but had remained the same. Instead, finishing the mating ritual had bound Saint's life to hers, and they would die together. It meant Saint could finally rest the day Harper died of old age, which made him happy since he didn't want to keep living on forever without his beloved mate. "So it's here you're sitting all by yourself? Where is my invitation, huh?" Harper looked up, meeting Saint's brilliant smile. Now looking younger than her, Saint wa
It should have felt awkward that Saint had come out of nowhere and plowed his way back into Harper's life. But it didn't. Even if they had spent months apart, all the feelings remained intact. The mate-bond sizzled between them as Saint pushed open the doors to the castle. No one else was awake, but the nymph made sure to shape-shift back into his more humane self. Harper was still caught in his beefy arms. She looked up into her mate's eyes and blushed. And even though she enjoyed the closeness, she wet her lips and forced herself to say, "You can put me down. I can walk up the stairs myself." "What if I don't want to?" Saint shot back with a smirk. "What if I want to keep you tucked safely in my arms and never let you go?" The playfulness in his eyes made little knots spread over her skin. Bees and butterflies buzzed in her belly. She hadn't seen Saint in forever. It made her weaker than usual to his silent charm. And her last resistance broke as she reached out her hand to
Harper was on a mission. She knew that the feeling of something calling her hadn't been imaginary. Whatever was out there on that icy lake had spoken to her soul and reached into her heart. Therefore, she threw on her clothes in the dark and snuck down the stairs while holding a lantern. Her mittens warmed her hands, her earmuffs covered her ears, and she wore a bomber jacket—Harper was ready. She carefully opened the door, hoping no one would hear her leave the castle behind. Tanja thought she was crazy, as did the rest of her friends. They thought losing her mate had driven Harper mad; maybe they were right, but Harper needed to get out there on the lake. The reason was that Harper believed in miracles. She was pregnant with Saint's child, which proved that blessings were real. Saint had told her nymphs couldn't have children, but here she was. Perhaps more incredible things could happen?Harper didn't know, but she had hope. It gave her the strength to walk through the sno
HarperSix Months Later"Dear Saint," Harper leaned against the big tree Saint had become after the battle six months ago. "As you may know, I'm pregnant. The baby belongs to you, and sometimes when I sit here, I want to bawl my eyes out... Why did you have to go?"With quivering lips, Harper wiped away tears with her mittens. "I know it's a horrible thing to ask for... But sometimes... Sometimes I wish I could be where you are... I know I'm pregnant, and while I love our baby, I'm... I'm unsure how to do this on my own... How am I supposed to handle parenthood on my own?"Harper's eyes traveled to where Tanya and Jack were making snow angels, and then she blinked at Frida and Asher standing further away. Everyone seemed to have found their happiness. Everyone except Harper because she had lost it. She had lost Saint. And the pain was constant. It didn't come in waves. No. The grief made her want to constantly cry. Even now, Harper fought her tears. She was all alone and didn't
Saint was deathly tired. He had used most of the magic flowing through him, and enemies were still coming in. He needed to recover, but there wasn't time. Harper was carrying him on her back but was tackled by another werewolf. She whimpered, and Saint flew down in the grass.It hurt as he bounced into a bush, and he coughed. Jack was screeching above them in his wyvern-form, blasting wolves with ice, but more and more enemies were appearing. There wasn't an end to them. So many packs wanted only one thing: get to the portal underneath the castle. They were fighting to the last breath to reach it, and Saint widened his eyes upon seeing Harper scream."No, get off me! You fucking cunt! Ouch, you bit me! Let go!" Harper was no longer in her wolf form. She had turned back to a human from exhaustion and punched at werewolves trying to murder her. Her legs kicked and flared, and blood splattered over the grass.This was bad.This was so fucking bad.Further away, Asher was being torn a
Jack couldn't relax, and his heart wouldn't stop pounding. The mate he claimed he didn't want, Tanja, was out conjuring up spells to throw at the werewolves attacking the castle. She was screaming and fighting, doing everything to eliminate the enemy. A sight to behold and watch.Jack worried about her, but he was supposed to protect the alpha he worked for. Liam was supposed to be his mission, not Tanja.Yet his eyes kept steering back to Tanja as she defeated werewolf after werewolf. His little witch was terrific to watch. Her hair swept around her face, and her eyes doe-eyes were huge with battle spirit. Looking at her made Jack's heart clamor.He had opened up to Tanja and told her about Clara. And Tanja? His mate had been hanging on his every word. She had listened to him so patiently that he experienced flutters simply breathing the same air as her.Tanja was amazing.But Jack could tell she was growing tired. The last couple of spells had been sloppy. Tanja's legs weren't
It was nothing short of frightening to wake up to snarling werewolves. Harper opened her eyes in haste and blinked up at Saint. She was in his arms, cradled to his chest while roots grew from his legs.His skin had taken a more greenish gue, and his eyes were eerie black while he hissed at the werewolves surrounding them. His voice came out loud and melodic, like a singing siren. But Harper knew it was a warning to the wolves. His legs had turned into tree trunks, and some of the roots came up from the ground to grab two werewolves coming for them. Whimpers filled the air as Saint's roots and vines curled around them. It was frightening to watch. Harper shuddered as the werewolves were hit against the ground multiple times until they no longer moved."I'm sorry you have to witness this," Saint told Harper, tightening his grip around her. "But it seems the castle is about to get attacked by some unknown pack. Some of the werewolves are headed there, while others are here in the woo
Harper was excited about her training with Saint. She was waiting for him in the garden outside the castle. The flowers were dancing around her feet in the wind. There were only a few clouds in the sky—the perfect weather conditions. "Nice to see that you're in time."Harper turned around to the sound of Saint's voice. He hadn't spent the night with her because he claimed he wouldn't be able to keep his hands to himself. But when Harper's eyes landed on his toned body, she was suddenly the only one wondering how to focus. Saint waltzed toward her, wearing only a pair of tight grey sweatpants that hugged his bubble butt and showcased his v-lines. Tanned skin, abs, and a confident smirk—Harper was already close to experiencing withdrawal symptoms. She wanted to touch him!"Harper?"Saint gave her a questioning look when Harper repeatedly blinked, and she plastered on a smile. "Yes?"He bit back a laugh. "Did you listen to me?""Uh..." She blushed. "Not really.""Because what I said
When Saint arrived at the sunset island, Harper laughed so much that she fell off her mate's head. "I can't believe you accidentally swallowed a freaking seagull!"Saint caught Harper in his palm while desperately grasping for air. His eyes were red from tears, and he could barely breathe. It felt like there were feathers in his throat. And the cherry on top was that the freaking seagull hadn't been tasty either—Saint was confident the bird had been so scared it had shat itself when he ate it!"I think I'm going to be sick..." Saint pulled himself up on the sandy beach and made sounds that reminded Harper of a puking dog. "I hate my life, Harper... The seagull tasted like... Tasted like shit!"Harper cracked up and rolled off Saint's palm into the warm sand. Her rib cage hurt from laughing so much. "You're such a scary-looking guy, but really such a goofball!""Don't laugh at me..." Saint transformed back into his original, tanned self and coughed up a feather. He grimaced. "I need s