Lucas left Marcella seated in the sitting room and went to the guest room to inform Anna of their new guest, which he figured she already knew about given the knowing smile she had on her face as soon as she saw him enter her room."How is she holding up?" She asked, concern etched in her voice.He gently closed the door behind him and leaned against it, looking tired all of a sudden. "Kind of okay for someone who just lost their only surviving family member. I couldn't bear the thought of leaving her all alone at her place in her grief."Anna nodded understandingly, "The bond is helping her manage the grief well. You did the right thing, Lucas. Providing her with a safe space and support during this difficult time would help her move on faster."She got up from her bed before coming to grasp his forearm, offering a comforting touch. "I can see how much she means to you, even if she may not fully realise it yet."A flicker of vulnerability crossed Lucas's features briefly before his g
Marcella woke up the next morning in Lucas's bed feeling more well-rested than she had experienced in a long time. The covers smelled so strongly like him, and she found herself blushing as she sat up and brought them closer to keep on inhaling the addictive scent. There was something about it that kept sending wonderful tingles down her spine and when she noticed she was beginning to get a little too excited, she sprang up from the bed in embarrassment and went to freshen up.When she stepped out of the bedroom, she found Lucas and Anna already engaged in conversation in the living area. It was a chill Sunday and the two of them seemed at ease with each other, their interaction carrying an underlying sense of respect for each other even though it looked like Anna had been teasing him, judging by the spots of colour she saw on his cheeks. She briefly wondered what they might have been talking about. He noticed her presence and greeted her with a smile that made her insides feel all
It must not have lasted for more than a few seconds but it had shot a hot jolt of electricity running through her veins and from the sharp intake of breathing she had heard him take, she wondered if he had felt it too. Were all kisses supposed to feel that way? During that brief moment, her mind had been blissfully empty of her grief and loss, replaced only by the warmth and tenderness of Lucas's lips against hers. But as quickly as it began, she pulled away, her eyes wide with surprise at her audacity as she settled back on her feet.Lucas was staring back at her with his eyes blown wide, his expression one of complete astonishment as a heated silence enveloped them, charged with a newfound tension. She could hear her heart racing beneath her chest as she seemed to realise what she had just done. Had she crossed a line? Had she risked ruining the friendship and solace he had been providing her just because she'd been unable to quell her crush on him? As her mind crackled with unans
Lucas had stayed the night…again! Granted, she had shyly asked him if he would and when he had agreed she had been over the moon. There was something about his presence that she found addictive and whenever he was around her, she just couldn't explain the effect he had on her… she felt very safe. A part of her had been hoping for a few more kisses but he had been perfectly courteous towards her and she didn't know how to ask for it. It seemed her courage had been used up for the night but she didn't even mind. They'd had the cake he brought and she even discovered that he had a wicked sense of humour; she'd laughed so hard at his jokes that she found herself crying. It was arguably the most perfect night she'd had in a while.After finding out that she wouldn't be going to the bar for her shift that evening, he left her that morning saying he had a few things to attend to in college but would be back later in the evening to take her out but before he left, he had given a simple foreh
Lucas left Marcella's apartment early that morning with his body thrumming on a high he had not experienced in a very long time. Since losing Cassie, he had not been with anyone else as his wolf had always found the scent of other females irritating.He recalled the very first time he had seen her, a few months ago in that bar and knew he must have felt something for her because even though his main aim had been to track down an enemy rogue werewolf, he had been unable to resist helping her. He suspected that the reason he had come to her aid that night and saved her from the rude customer was because deep down, his wolf must have recognized her as his and subconsciously prompted him to act. So seeing her looking dejected the night before and realising she would have spent her birthday crying and alone had made him feel even more certain that he had made the right choice by coming over to her place, as he had contemplated just having the cake delivered to her. A part of him had felt
Lucas's heart pounded in his chest as he drove at full speed back to Marcella's apartment, his mind filled with worry and panic as the bond connection now felt very faint. He tried calling her multiple times, but each attempt went to voicemail. His anxiety only increased with every unanswered call as he tried desperately to remain positive. Faint connection was good. Faint meant she was still alive. When he arrived at her apartment building, he practically leapt out of the car and rushed to her flat even though he hadn't sensed her presence as he approached. It was more like he needed physical confirmation that she wasn't there.He knocked urgently at her door, "Marcella! Marcella, are you there?" he called out, nearly shouting, his voice tinged with worry.There was no response as expected, and his anxiety only increased. Some of the neighbours in the other nearby flats were peeking out from their doors to try and figure out what was happening but he probably looked crazy and was g
Marcella felt like she was drifting in a haze, her mind clouded by a thick fog that seemed to muffle all her senses. In the darkness, she thought she heard her name being called, a distant and faint echo. She tried to reach out, to call back, but her voice felt trapped within her throat. It was as if she was floating in an endless void, disconnected from the world around her.Slowly, the fog began to lift, and she felt a gentle touch on her shoulder. The voice calling her name became more clearer and distinct, until finally, she could make out the words. It sounded awfully familiar…"Marcella, wake up. It's me, Esmeralda."Her eyes slowly fluttered open, and she squinted slightly at the sudden onslaught of light before staring up at an unfamiliar ceiling. Her vision was a bit blurry, and it took a moment for her surroundings to come into focus. And then, hanging over her head was the face of her dear friend looking at her with a worried expression. "Esmeralda?" She croaked, her voice
As Lucas slid into the driver's seat of his car, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, he felt the pull of the bond with Marcella guiding him like an invisible thread, leading him to the unknown location where she was being held captive. It was a sensation he had never experienced before, a deep connection that went beyond anything he had felt even with his pack. He had full trust in it because there was no time to analyse it; Marcella's life depended on it. "I can feel her," he said to Anna who had joined him in the passenger's seat, his voice filled with urgency. "She's terrified out of her mind.""Stay strong, Lucas," Anna said, her voice soft yet filled with conviction. "The bond will lead us to her. We'll bring her back home."He pressed his foot on the gas pedal, the engine roaring to life as they sped through the streets. The bond seemed to grow stronger with every passing moment, pulling him in a specific direction. It was as if Marcella's presence was imprinted on h