The birds chirped outside and she realized the daylight already came. Days passed just like that since that night. All she did was staring at the ceiling of her bedroom while her fingers were touching her lips. There was no word to describe the feeling she had when he kissed her a few nights ago. It felt sinfully right. Was it a sin to have her mate kissing her? Probably not. That was what should happen when a werewolf had a mate, but she never expected her moment would come—not after what she had been through. Her childhood wasn’t exactly the prettiest experience she had. The painful experien
“He did what?” Ophelia questioned Dalton. “It has been four days and you’re telling me now?”If it wasn’t because of witnesses on that night, Dalton would never speak a word abo
She stood behind the tree once more, watching intently across where the Alpha’s office was. There, she saw Cohen talked to several of his Enforcers. He paced back and forth around them as if he was discussing a strategy. It wasn’t her intention to stalk him but after he defended her in front of the Commander, Mira realized Cohen would never back down until he got what he wanted.
As he thought his morning would get better, the Alpha groaned in annoyance as phone calls from the Werewolf’s Council came endlessly. He knew he would receive punishment for what he did a few nights ago, but he also understood it was worth every risk. If the Werewolf’s Council had her, he doubted her return. There was only one punishment for a highly wanted rogue.
“We shouldn’t meet after what happened in the pack mansion,” Mira said as she walked to Karmille who waited for her at the Black Soil, the uncharted and unclaimed territory.There were many
She stood there, frozen by the realization. The monster wanted to kill her mate. His blood would be on her hands. She would lose her own sanity by the pain of losing him. Then, the monster would take over her body, mind, and soul permanently because killing a mate was the easiest way for one to lose their sanity. As Peter had said before, Damien was hell-bent to break her away from her sanity and humanity. And the key to that was by killing her mate. That’d surely make her lose it all.
Mira opened the door slightly, listening for any sign of Cohen still in the cabin. Then, she heard the sound of soft snore coming from the living room indicating he was already asleep. She walked silently to the living room, checking for him. Mira grabbed a blanket from the cupboard and used it to cover the Alpha who was sleeping soundly on the couch. She added a few more firewood into the fireplace, keeping the fire alive. Werewolves didn’t need fire to keep themselves warm. Their own body temperature was warm enough to keep them warm even if they were in a snowy area. But like her, warm did make them feel normal.
He was born to be tough in life, no matter what he encountered along the way. He was born to mask his true feelings so he wouldn’t get too personal with everything. He lost a few people closed to him, but he could mask the feeling.When the war ended one by on
Cohen threw his fist onto Vincent. The latter had a short time to avoid his fist. Vincent staggered backward, holding onto his jaw. He ran upstairs and Cohen chased after him. The Alpha tackled him causing both of them to fall out of the window to the backyard. His anger was evident inside his eyes.
A week passed and he only bunkered down in the apartment. For the whole week, Cohen reminized the six months he spent in his wolf form. For six months and the remaining three months, he spent trying to regain control of his own mind. He couldn’t control it fully but it was the best he could do at this moment. He tried to remember the things he did when he was in his wolf form. He didn’t know much about the people he hurt along the way as his memories were too fuzzy for him to remember anything much.
The crowd cheered as he landed another attack on his opponent. He panted heavily before retreating to the corner of the ring. The crowd cheered even more when his opponent collapsed.Then, the countdown began. The crowd counted with the host. By the time the countdown reached ten, his opponent was still on the f
Days turned to weeks. Liam continued to expand his search in the hope of finding Cohen somewhere. He asked the help of his allies to cover more ground. But everyone hit a dead end. It seemed Cohen disappeared in thin air.
The travel to the address of Mira’s safehouse took Cohen half a day. But he was glad for the location. It was far from his territory or his allies. He had to stop an oil tanker to travel to the safehouse. Vincent was right.
Cohen ran and just kept going. He was running aimlessly until his entire body felt exhausted from the running. He collapsed near a river and shifted back into his human form. The shift was proven painful as his wolf still wanted to force him to stay in his wolf form. He curled on the river bank, covered in mud and dirt.
An invisible force dragged Mira’s body to Amanda’s reach. She grabbed the broken glass and sliced her palm before hovered it above Mira’s slightly opened mouth, hoping that her blood was good enough to resurrect her back. Amanda ripped her own shirt to wrap around her bleeding hand and she put her hands on Mira’s neck, enchanting silently and the chain materialized. Breaking this chain had many outcomes. One of them was unleashing the demon wolf.
Damien laughed maniacally as he threw Mira off across the room. His laughter echoed into the throne room. He had just eliminated the last obstacle of his reign. Now, no one would challenge or question his reign. The throne was his alone. He had no more blood related family or relatives. Mira was the last one. Therefore, he became the sole heir to the throne according to the law. He never believed it at first when he read his father's will. His father decided to put Mira's mother as the new Queen and Mira as the first in line to the throne, making Damien the second in line. That was the reason why he decided to torment her. If she w
Vincent collapsed to the floor, looking up to the ceiling as he tried to control her emotions using the temporary mind link. He was whispering to her, hoping her to see the good memories within herself.
She was sitting on the floor before the double glass door. Her hand was reaching out as if she was trying to touch the moon. The moonlight shone exactly where she was sitting. Cohen watched her in silence. Mira had been acting weird since the wedding. At one point, she was looking very happy. Then, she looked distant and sad. He got up from the bed and sat down behind her, putting her in the middle of his legs.