Jonathan's pov:
She had purposefully accepted all of his touches and even initiated some. She had not shrugged his arm off in the cinema theater. She had brushed her hand against his so he would hold it. She might have even kissed him when I had gone to bring Katherine along. And who knew what else she might have done when he had dropped her off. All of her cunning smiles, her giggles, and her flirtatious attitude had driven me crazy with jealousy, and I had snapped and kissed her despite my resolution not to –though I did not regret it.
I was almost ashamed to say I had dragged a fellow werewolf into my mate’s little game; but then again, it wasn’t like Katherine minded it one bit. On the contrary, I was sure she’d have no qualms bedding me on the first opportunity she thought she might have. She had even gone as far as try to tempt me last night, with her following me into my room after we had come back to the pack house in nothing but a flimsy
oooh, What's Karl going to tell him? Stay tuned for updates <3
“You must know that even though Jasmine doesn’t show it, she’s scared of werewolves,” He began in a flat tone. “I know,” was my deadpan reply. I had looked into that incident I overheard her talking about, and was told that she had come impossibly close to both rape and death, all because of rogues. She had been saved in extremis by her warlock cousin, Karl. And although she had gotten out of that encounter physically unharmed, she’d been mentally scarred. Quite the trauma. “But what she’s even more scared of is losing herself,” he added on a sigh. I cocked an eyebrow at him in question while giving him a quizzical look, “What do you mean by that?” He let out yet another sigh, looked around the kitchen for a split-second before shifting his gaze towards me, “That is to mean she’s a little bit of a control freak.” “Huh?” my eyes narrowed. He lost me there, my wolf interjected, breaking through the wall I
I had woken up just in time to put on the first thing that came my way, grab my backpack from where it sat on the floor, hurry down the stairs and then shout out I was leaving. After that horrible nightmare, I had been comforted by Karl and then lulled into a deep dreamless sleep; and that resulted in my not hearing the alarm clock and only waking up at the sound of my phone going off – Seth had arrived to pick me up, like usual, and he was waiting for me. Damn I hate Mondays, I mentally scowled at the prospect of having to endure school. I entered the car, greeted him gruffly and then closed the door with more force than I intended. “Someone’s grumpy,” he chuckled. “Just drive,” I sighed, checking in the mirror if there were any bags under my make-up free, light blue eyes, and thankfully finding none. I sincerely hoped our ride to school would be spent in a comfortable silence. “About yesterday,”
The hallways were as usual bubbling with life, annoyingly noisy as I left Seth, waved goodbye at him and then went straight to my locker. Needless to say, I hadn’t been approached by anybody… what, with my having Seth as my only friend, there was no wonder there.I retrieved what I needed, slammed the door of my locker shut and then, sighing, rested my forehead against its cool metal, trying – and failing – to clear my mind a little bit.All of a sudden, the bell rang, startling me out of my musings, making me realize that that failed attempt of mine had taken much more time than one would have thought. I straightened up and then turned around, preparing myself for some running-in-the-hallway exercise, but found my gaze caught under the spell of those mesmerizing electric blue eyes I had desperately tried but failed to hate… true, I hadn’t gotten to the point of loving them but I most definitely did not
And it had been a long day all right.All through our morning classes, Jonathan’s gaze had not left me at all, and it had both unnerved and excited me. And, naturally, the excitement part of my body response made me angry at myself, and that in turn made me even more unsatisfied at having him by my side as I walked into the cafeteria.“Will you cut it out already?” I sighed, giving him a sideways glare.“I didn’t do anything.”The flat way he said that made him almost sound clueless as to what was unnerving me at the moment. “You’re just following me around like a lovesick puppy. Other than that, you didn’t do anything,” I rolled my eyes as I got in line to get lunch.“Mates are impossibly attracted to one another but they don’t fall in love at first sight, you know,” he drawled, his serious tone making me turn my head to look at him, “Yo
The ride had been pleasantly silent. I had been in no mood to talk about my outburst and Jonathan had – thank god – chosen to let me be. When he finally parked the car after who knows how long, I realized we were at the woods.How typical! Werewolves and their forests, I mentally snickered but felt grateful really. I liked nature, it represented all which I was not at the moment, a still and contained force –it calmed me.It also made me contemplate all that had happened.He grabbed a blanket out of the backseat and the Chinese take-out he had bought on the way here and then laid it on the grass. He cocked his head to the side in a silent invitation, not breaking the comfortable silence, and I obliged.It all felt absurdly domestic, but I had to admit I liked it.OK, I did more than just like it, I truly appreciated it. I was, truth be told, plainly grateful.“Thank you,” I muttered as I ate a forkful of the del
“Is there something you’d like to share with us?” My father only used this sickeningly sweet voice when he was seconds away from exploding, and it made me wince on the inside.“I don’t think you really need me to tell you what happened,” I pouted, knowing he must have been informed of all the gory details before I even got to eat the Chinese take-out with alpha dearest earlier.“Humor me,” he drawled, his tone somewhere between a warning and pure sarcasm.“Jonathan made me flustered and I took it out on the tree,” I sighed, looking up into his usually warm brown eyes to show him I didn’t have anything to hide.“Flustered?” he chuckled darkly, “just flustered, neither angry nor furious?!”I nodded in dismay.“Besides your emotions running obviously high, the problem is you didn’t purposefully take it out on the tree, am I wrong?” the at
“Where are we going?” I wasn’t very fond of silence and, admittedly, I was curious to know too.“To a small Italian restaurant,” I could see a smile tugging at his lips. For an alpha-ultra that had to call for an eraser because his mate had messed up, he looked in an awfully good mood. It kind of pleased me to know I had this effect on him.“Oh.” So, he hadn’t lied when he had told me to dress casually. We weren’t going anywhere fancy but somehow, I was sure it’d be worth it.“It may be a small familial business, but the food is fabulous,” he briefly turned his face towards me, temporarily dazzling me with his beautiful eyes, “trust me on this one.”“Fabulous food, huh? I can live with that,” I teased after my dysfunctional brain decided to work properly again. I was smirking like a fool for no particular reason by the end of the sentence. It felt as if his goo
The Italian restaurant wasn’t quite as small as I imagined it. The store front might have been admittedly a bit small and the first floor not that spacious, but the atmosphere was really agreeable, jolly even. We followed a waiter upstairs and I was surprised to find out that the 2nd floor’s dining room was noticeably bigger. There were only 3 couples already eating and that made the atmosphere somehow more intimate – the dimmed lights played their part well too.It was love at first sight and I was sure I would be revisiting many, many times.“So, what’s she like?” I asked as soon as we had sat at our table and the waiter had left us with the menus, “The Oracle, I mean.”“Is that all we’re gonna talk about?” How he managed to sound half annoyed, half amused was beyond me.“Hey, you brought her up,” despite my defensive tone, I was impossibly excited to know more abou
No attention, no boys, no drama, no troubles.The idealistic motto I had been fond of for years seemed really far away when I looked wistfully out of the window. Jonathan had undoubtedly turned my world upside down. I, who had been more than mildly reluctant to find a mate, was actually quite happy with the outcome of the alpha’s seduction.Being in a relationship with Jonathan had been easier than getting over my fear of werewolves. Indeed, it barely took me two months to fall head over heels for him, whereas I had to spend several months challenging werewolves before I was finally able to vanquish my fear. And damn had I needed to do it! No alpha-ultra’s mate should be afraid of werewolves. That would be completely and utterly ridiculous.When graduation came, I was only too happy to be rid of high school. That said, it wasn’t all I put behind me that day. Loving an alpha-ultra wasn’t just about status and power. With it c
“Set spells are risk-free,” I saw my father’s eyes narrow slightly at that, so I hurried to continue, “or to put it more correctly, set spells are those in which the risk, if any, is known. On the other hand, improvised spells can give the desired result, but the risk is unknown; they are to only be used if there’s no other way.”Reciting such a basic rule, as if I was a grade schooler, was not my idea of testing the results of my special “witchcraft lessons”. Set spells were, for the most part, old, written in Latin, and proved to be efficient. Every witch knew that much. I sometimes wondered if this oral test wasn’t some kind of late punishment for my blowing-up-a-tree episode. With the ten days I had taken off school, I was able to learn a bunch of set spells other than the rudimentary ones. And most importantly, I was able to fully commit to my training.Controlling my newly found ability was no easy feat but I
Johnathan's pov:I knew that Blake could be intimidating, and that such trials weren’t for the faint of heart, but I truly believed Jasmine could hold her own. Hadn’t her cousin killed several rogues in front of her already?Karl killed the rogues for her sake. Don’t compare a defensive kill to a cold-blooded execution, my wolf reprimanded.Yeah, well, it’s not like the pup wasn’t at fault here, what are you sulking for?I don’t like the idea of a vampire doing such things to our kind, no matter the reason. Alpha genes could be quite bothersome at times. The wolves weren’t the easiest to deal with. Rationalizing with them could get pretty hard.You’d rather we remained at war with vampires?I didn’t say that.You just wish you had been the one to get the idea for the pact, I teased.I had been in my early teens
Although Thomas shifted just a few feet away from me, and was growling like there was no tomorrow, I wasn’t feeling as scared as I thought I would be. Having come close to a rape-slash-death experience with the rogues a few weeks ago, I had truly expected, when this whole trial came into perspective, to be more afraid – I suffered from enough nightmares to prove the incident wasn’t behind me yet… but then again, I knew no harm would befall me.That said, I was frozen to the spot in fascination. Blake The Troublemaker was making a show of his obvious superiority. As the five-feet-something brown wolf attacked, teeth bared, seeking blood, he dodged with ease and swiftly kicked him in the gut, earning a surprised yelp. The kick sent the werewolf crashing against a tree which creaked loudly in protest and then broke, making him fall back in an ungracious heap. A low growl was heard as Thomas straightened and then lunched himself again at Blake who, just l
“Well, I am Blake The Troublemaker and I’d like to know why you killed a vampire this morning,” the dangerous-vibe vampire smirked humorlessly as he approached the werewolf unfazed by his growls.Holy shit! Blake The Troublemaker was in town and he wasn’t just visiting. He was the one who established The Devil’s Pact, the peace treaty that ended the era of wars between species. All supernatural beings abide by its laws to keep the harmony going, and all crimes are investigated and punished.Vampire, black hair, green eyes, dangerous vibe, impossibly sarcastic. How could I not have figured it out sooner?“I don’t answer to you,” the werewolf was trying to act brave, but one could hear his voice shaking ever so slightly on the last word.“Well, I’m interrogating you,” Blake retorted calmly, unperturbed by the lack of cooperation.I’ll take a wild guess and say he won’t be j
“So, where are we going?” Jonathan and I were on our way to our sixth date already and I could say I was starting to get used to letting my guard down around him.“Today is not going to be a normal date I’m afraid,” Jonathan drawled as he drove his way into the city.“What do you mean?” I stiffened, becoming wary instantly. Although on some level, I trusted him not to harm me, his tone just didn’t bode well.“We need to stop by the pack house first,” he briefly glanced towards me before continuing, “I want you to see something.”“Okay,” I couldn’t help but wonder why he was being so secretive all of the sudden, “Can’t you tell me what it is?”“I’d rather just show you.” His tone told me to drop it and for some unknown reason I didn’t argue.He looked a little too stiff for it to be just a normal werewolf get-tog
Just dig in, girl.I grabbed a slice and bit into it. Seconds later, I was moaning at the taste. It had to be, hands down, the best pizza I ever had – even more reason to come back again. As I heard Jonathan’s unexpected low growl, I snapped my eyes open in fear.What’s going on? I turned my head around frantically, dumbly looking for a threat, and finding none –or at least recognizing none. Two of the earlier three couples were still at their tables, no newcomers, and the waiter didn’t really scream ‘danger’ to me… but then again witches’ senses weren’t as sharp as werewolves’ so I couldn’t say for sure.“What are you doing?” He sounded genuinely intrigued and yet somehow there was a hint of amusement in his voice.“Why did you growl?” I countered puzzled, cocking my eyebrow at him, my delicious pizza sadly forgotten.“You moaned,” he drawl
The Italian restaurant wasn’t quite as small as I imagined it. The store front might have been admittedly a bit small and the first floor not that spacious, but the atmosphere was really agreeable, jolly even. We followed a waiter upstairs and I was surprised to find out that the 2nd floor’s dining room was noticeably bigger. There were only 3 couples already eating and that made the atmosphere somehow more intimate – the dimmed lights played their part well too.It was love at first sight and I was sure I would be revisiting many, many times.“So, what’s she like?” I asked as soon as we had sat at our table and the waiter had left us with the menus, “The Oracle, I mean.”“Is that all we’re gonna talk about?” How he managed to sound half annoyed, half amused was beyond me.“Hey, you brought her up,” despite my defensive tone, I was impossibly excited to know more abou
“Where are we going?” I wasn’t very fond of silence and, admittedly, I was curious to know too.“To a small Italian restaurant,” I could see a smile tugging at his lips. For an alpha-ultra that had to call for an eraser because his mate had messed up, he looked in an awfully good mood. It kind of pleased me to know I had this effect on him.“Oh.” So, he hadn’t lied when he had told me to dress casually. We weren’t going anywhere fancy but somehow, I was sure it’d be worth it.“It may be a small familial business, but the food is fabulous,” he briefly turned his face towards me, temporarily dazzling me with his beautiful eyes, “trust me on this one.”“Fabulous food, huh? I can live with that,” I teased after my dysfunctional brain decided to work properly again. I was smirking like a fool for no particular reason by the end of the sentence. It felt as if his goo