“Never. There is nothing you can do to make me betray him, not of my own free will. Alexander is a great man and my lifemate. I willingly exchange my life for his.” She waited to be struck down. There was a silence, long and empty. She couldn’t hear him breathing, couldn’t hear his heart beating, if he had a heart. Her long lashes fluttered as she regarded the master demon standing so motionless, looking like the statue of an ancient god. It took a moment to realize there was no entrapment in his voice, just plain black magic. His voice simply made one want to comply with his every wish. “Why aren’t you forcing me to do your bidding?” she asked curiously, sweeping one hand nervously through her long blue-black hair. “I do not need the aid of women in my battle.” She felt a whip of contempt in his words. “I find it rather astonishing that my brother has grown so weak he has allowed this mortal you guard to remain alive. What do you see in this mortal that you would prefer his compan
Luther must not mean her any real harm. That was the only answer. He was baiting a trap to draw Alexander to him. She knew Alexander could read her thoughts, was sharing her mind. She should have realized Luther was sharing Alexander’s mind as well. His laughter came again, that soft musical symphony of beauty. “Now you see the futility of struggling against one such as I. This human child, though she is rare in this world, cannot fool one such as I by pretending to sleep. You cannot protect her from me, not with your safeguards, and not by trying to hide her from me. What Alexander knows, then so do I. When I wish to make her my slave, I will do so. Right now it is tedious to think of such a burden.” “Luther.” Alexander said the name softly, gently. “You grow tired of your existence. There is nothing to hold you to this world. You chose to lose your soul and follow the path of darkness, yet you gained no emotions, no power you had not already wielded. Allow me to aid you in leavin
She seemed to be free of all outside forces. He sighed softly, releasing her before his sudden, unexpected surge of anger transmitted itself to Shaina. She had been hideously abused and the raw wounds in her mind would forever leave scars. She was an extraordinary young woman with rare insight and gifts beyond measure.But the man who should have loved and protected her had been the very one to initiate and perpetuate the abuse. Alexander was careful to breathe deeply, wanting to appear completely calm and in control. He knew that Shaina would be terrified by any masculine displays of temper. Luther had already destroyed Shaina’s abusers one by one. He had taken the girl’s enemies as part of his little chess game with Alexander, to show he knew what Alexander knew. “Did you see anything in there that changes your mind about wanting to take me home with you and Miah?” There was a challenge in Shaina’s soft voice but her gaze had slid away from his the instant he released her. Alexan
In a scene of grandeur and tight security, Alpha Alexander of Bluemoon Pack, a well-known billionaire and the most powerful Alpha in European territory, travelled in a large, shiny black SUV with tinted windows. He was accompanied by two carloads of bodyguards, both in front of and behind him. This impressive sight was especially notable along the route to the distant Italian village of Maronola, just a few miles from the nearest boundary of the Whitemoon pack. Despite the distance and the unusual procession, everyone recognized Alexander immediately because his human grandmother was a familiar figure in the area, and it was a well-known tradition for him to visit her on Easter Day.In a world where humans and werewolves coexist, a delicate balance has been struck through carefully defined borders and rules. Both communities have come to acknowledge and respect each other's existence, understanding the need for mutual understanding and cooperation. Within these boundaries, humans were
Ireland, UKWhen Miah Baker spotted her twin sister, Mirabella, emerging from a strikingly unfamiliar fire-engine-red sports car, she was flooded with a mix of exasperation, bewilderment, and impatience. But underlying these emotions was a strong sense of relief that tied them all together. “Thank God, she’s back,” she murmured to herself.Miah dashed downstairs, a petite, slender blonde with a cascade of silvery pale hair and clear aquamarine eyes. Swinging open the cottage door, Miah unleashed a torrent of questions in a breathless rush. "Where the hell have you been all this time, Mira? I was worried.”“Come on, sissy,” Mirabella just rolled her eyes.“You promised to call, and you didn't! I've been worried sick about you! And where did that fancy car come from?"With amusement twinkling in her eyes, Mirabella sauntered forward. "Hey, sis, good to see you too. And that car? Yeah, right, it's mine."“Whatever,” Miah said, embracing her sister. "I've been going out of my mind with wo
It's hard to find someone with a kinder heart and who's more loving and supportive than Jessa Baker, the twins' mother. Sadly, their happy family was torn apart by disasters over the past two years. First, their brother Sean and Mirabella's boyfriend Patrick died in a car crash. Then their father got cancer, and their mother stayed strong through it all, refusing to give in to despair.But things got worse when their father recovered from cancer and left their mother for a younger woman, taking half of their home and business. Miah felt heartbroken watching it happen. She realised she couldn't trust her father anymore. Despite being well-off as an accountant, he wanted a share of their family home and the small business their mother had built on her own. Money can change people and make them do terrible things. Now it seemed like Mirabella was caught up in the same mess.“Pay the money back,” Miah urged tightly. “You can’t marry some foreigner you don’t even know for money.”“Well, I
Miah wrapped her arms around her mother, feeling her own heart break as memories of happier times flooded her mind. It wasn't fair for her mother, who had always loved and supported them, to lose her home and business. "Mirabella's home, Mom, and she has good news: she's met someone serious—"Her mother looked at her in surprise. "Really?""Yes, and Mirabella and I have sorted something out with the money too," Miah said vaguely. "You might not have to sell the house.""That's not possible," Jessa exclaimed."Miracles can happen," Miah said, thinking of ways to secure financial arrangements based on their earnings.She was surprised by her own boldness. She was usually the sensible one, avoiding risks. But family came first, and she wanted to help her mother and resolve the divorce settlement. As they drove home, Miah struggled with her thoughts. Was she willing to marry Alexander Bluemoon, or had she given her mother false hope?A few minutes after she walked in, Mirabella whispered
"Come here, Miah, sit down," the alpha insisted, his Italian accent adding a melodic lilt to his words as he invited Miah to join him. His wolf seemed to echo his excitement, yearning to claim her. Miah, feeling a hint of shyness, accepted his invitation and settled in.As Alexander watched his football team play, he casually inquired, "Do you follow football?"Miah shook her head, admitting, "No, not at all, Mr. Alpha, sir," her words causing a raised brow from Alexander and a furrowed brow from his guards."Call me Alpha or Alexander," he chuckled, his attire reflecting a casual elegance with his pushed-up sleeves and dishevelled jacket. "Okay, alpha," Miah replied softly, noting his untidiness and sensing his aversion to constraint. His authoritative presence exuded a restrained energy, akin to an impending storm.Alexander was taken aback by Miah's indifference to football, a stark contrast to the women who typically feigned interest in the sport for his sake. "You don’t like foot