I stood by the large window and watched Lorenzo kick a man so ruthlessly that a wave of hatred began to build inside me. Though I couldn't hear what they were saying, I knew the man was pleading for his life, but Lorenzo wouldn’t hear any of it. I watched him grab the man by the hair and say something, then he forcefully yanked his head down. When the man started to move away and Lorenzo walked back toward the suite, I concluded he must have given him a reprieve. I exhaled in relief. Even though I didn’t know the man, I felt glad Lorenzo chose to let him go. But my relief turned into horror as one of Lorenzo's men lunged at the man and, in one swift motion, ripped open his chest. My eyes widened, and my heart began to thump faster. My fingers started to tremble, and my throat tightened. The slashing continued, and blood pumped out like a fountain. I could hear the poor man screaming, but suddenly, his lips shut. Lorenzo's man stooped closer to the man’s neck and ripped out a large c
For the first time since Lorenzo took me from my parents’ house, I actually felt happy about returning to his home. As Leo drove us along the road, I asked him questions about the things I saw outside, hoping to hide my excitement. Leo responded to every question with care, a stark contrast to his usual cold demeanor. Even though his sudden warmth made me uneasy, I tried to act like it didn’t matter. Perhaps he was doing it to keep me from feeling sad about my parents-in-law’s deaths. Whatever the reason, it worked. Otherwise, I would have been lost in thoughts of bloodshed, murder, and the looming fear that I might be next. I pushed those thoughts aside as we arrived home. “Welcome, ma’am…” Lily greeted me, her eyes shining with excitement. “Just Amelia, please,” I corrected her quickly, not wanting to feel distant from her. My stomach growled loudly, reminding me that I hadn’t eaten all day. I glanced at the clock; it was past noon, and I had skipped breakfast. “I made lasagna
My eyelids blinked open, but my vision was hazy. A slight headache throbbed in my temples as I tried to remember what had happened. As my sight cleared, I recognized the figure moving around the room: it was Mr. Onex, with his golden hair catching the light. I attempted to sit up, but sharp pains shot through my back, making me groan. Mr. Onex quickly turned towards me, and in an instant, he was beside me, gently helping me back onto the bed. “You have to relax and let your muscles recover fully. You've been asleep for two days now,” he said, tucking me in snugly. “Two days?” I asked, my voice hoarse and strained. “What happened?” He looked at me with a serious expression, then sighed deeply. “After you passed out and I couldn’t get a response from you, I contacted the pack doctor, Dr. Jenson. He came over and assessed your condition. You had suffered a traumatic experience, and we decided it was best to sedate you. You're safe now, so don't worry. I’ll explain everything soon, bu
"I was going to be used as a pawn in your wild game?" "Talk about Alpha Oris, who lost his life for this. We have to save the packs of Chicago. We are being threatened. This is where your destiny has to save us." "I was going to be a pawn in a dangerous game," I said again, my voice shaking with anger. "And now you expect me to pick up the pieces of a mess you think you're in? I have no obligation to do any of that." "I understand your anger, and I know I have no right to ask this of you," Mr. Onex said, his eyes pleading. "But the packs of Chicago are at risk. If we don't do something, they could all be destroyed. And you, Neil, you have a power that could save them." "My power?" I scoffed. "What power? When you had me set up to control me?" Alpha Oris and Mr. Onex had it all planned. They wanted to test me, which was why Mr. Onex arrived right on time to take me home that night. “It was to make you stronger in heart and strength. But we had no idea there was going to be a shado
“Mother, I need to ask you some questions,” I said as soon as the door opened before me. I stepped into the room and began to pace around while I let my mother shut the door. I had been restless the whole drive down to East Chicago, to the location of my pack, Castros, where my mother lived. Mother stepped into the room with inquisitive eyes glaring at me. I wanted to excitedly tell her I’d found my second-chance mate, but the look in her eyes and the haste to ask her the questions that had preoccupied my mind throughout the day made me ignore that part. “What is it you want to talk about, Neil, that you seem to have forgotten how to be the cordial boy I raised you to be?” Mother’s voice was cold, a sign that she was annoyed. I exhaled as I realized what I had done. I shouldn’t have barged in that way. “I’m sorry I barged in that way, but…” “It’s okay,” Mother raised her hand to dismiss my plea. “What do you want me to help you with that is so urgent?” Mother took her seat with he
“What happened on the day I was born?” I wanted to know what Alpha Oris meant by “something strange.” Mother sighed and sat up on the sofa. “It's fair that you have to know now.” This time, I took my seat opposite her, ready to determine if I would call this the moon's curse or blessing. “When I went into labor—it was the most painful labor ever. Your elder brother didn't give me so much trouble. You had a strong body even as a baby. The full moon suddenly turned red before the lunar blood moon night. The whole forest, which was supposed to be filled with werewolves on the full moon, was suddenly empty. You didn't come out after the first normal contractions, but after we concluded to perform a surgery, you pushed out in your wolf form…” “In my wolf form? I was a wolf from birth?” “Yes. You could transform swiftly into your wolf form from a very tender age, which was very abnormal but also very wonderful. You had to be hidden. I hid you until you were up to the age of puberty when
After calling Neil, I thought of something else to do to keep myself busy until tomorrow. A thought crossed my mind—the idea of doing something to show appreciation to Lorenzo for finally letting me start work. Yes, it was my right to go to work, and I wasn't obliged to thank Lorenzo for that, but I should also try to build a mutual relationship between Lorenzo and me. I'm his wife now; I should try being a wife. With that thought in mind, I rushed out of the room. My feet hurried down the stairs until I reached the living room, where I spotted Leo sitting opposite the door, watching the entrance. He was always bristling around the house, anxious about the unknown. “Is Lorenzo coming home tonight?” I asked as soon as I was behind Leo. He turned slowly, surprised that I was asking about Lorenzo. “Yes, he's on his way already.” I checked the time; it was still early to make dinner. So, I turned and walked towards the kitchen, where I saw Lily doing some dishes. I tickled her sides f
I was only glad to be going to work this morning after facing Lorenzo's outburst last night. I woke up much earlier and realized Lorenzo was already gone to take care of his businesss, good for me.I quickly begin to prepare for work. I put on a blue ball-sleeve dress that barely covered my knees. The slit on my neck showed enough cleavage to make mouths water. I slip into a pair of golden brown cone heels with a perfect matching handbag. I prefer to tie up my hair into a bun and before I know it, Leo is driving me to the company.“Stop me at the cafe.”I order some freshly brewed coffee and Neil's snacks before hurrying off to work. I check the time, I'm almost late, too bad I must leave a good impression on my first day. I urge Leo to speed up.I grab the stack of Holer files from the brunette at the reception area after we exchanged pleasantries. I notice my forehead is sweating but it couldn't match my excitement and anxiety.With Neil's breakfast on one hand and the paperwork on
Neil's POVIt's almost a week now and I've been mourning him, loathing myself for his demise.I felt empty, weak and powerless as he was cremated six feet into the ground. I will bear this scar, this burden all my life, as the one who killed his brother. I can't come to accept any other truth, knowing this would not have happened if I had given thought to what mother said few weeks ago about my brother's disappearance. I should have gone in search of my brother and maybe I would have saved him earlier.But now, there seems to be more to this than just losing him to the monster I am yet to know. A monster that operates with shadow and is as dangerous as hell, capable of possessing the soul of a werewolf.I have to dig into this.Who are the 'they' that are coming? And why do they want to wipe all werewolves? His voice is still in my head.A thin line of tear rushed down my face as I stared at his grave; every werewolf in Castros pack had come to pay him their last respects, including m
Neil's POV"Scythe!!!" I screamed in fury with everything in me. The hairs on my body rose in anger. My blood was boiling and the only way to stop this is to have Scythe down and have him pay for everything he put the werewolves of Castros pack through."Scythe!!" I roared again. Heira was pacing angrily within me and any moment from now, he will push out.The air suddenly went still and an ominous silence fell among the ruins of the pack. Cold air suddenly rushed in from all sides and strange shadows began to take shape all around me. Scythe's power has increased judging from the last time. There are more larger and thicker lumps of shadow penetrating the air now. It was cloning itself... more than one Scythe stood before me, ready to attack."You called me." His voice was unusually deep and menacing, resounding like thunder in the environment. But I cared less, he can display an array of powers as much as he wants, but he is going down today.With gritted teeth, I pounced forward on
Neil's POVOne blissful, amazing night with my mate and we are both crawled into each other's arms. Her head rested on my chest while she slept. She is my mate, my Luna with a wolf spirit; a healer. Not only is she a werewolf now, she is also a healer. At once, I wished I had turned her earlier and Cole wouldn't have had to go through all of those things in Europe to save me from silver.I am proud of her; first she awakened her wolf successfully after one bite which was very rare, she was also blessed by the moon with such rare power. And I think that is only a tip of the power of blue wolves.As I mesmerized myself with the thought of what it would feel like finally presenting my mate to Castros pack, a voice suddenly screams into my head through the mind-link.Alpha! Where are you? The pack is in chaos! It was my beta, beta Damien.What's wrong? What's happening?It's the shadow assassin! The pack members are disbanding in fear. So many werewolves have been killed. We only managed
Amelia's POVShe was very focused and carefully navigated the woods like she had been here before. Also, she is very fast, I could tell by the amount of wind brushing past her fur. Neil was behind us... wait, not Neil. It's his wolf!I chuckled in excitement. It's getting interesting.Lydia is beautiful, I heard Neil in my head as our wolves sprinted through the wood's undergrowth.She's charming and very interesting. I love her already, I reply as I laughed. We were beating Neil and his wolf in the race. They can't keep up with us; Lydia is extremely fast.And she's unusually fast! Damn! Heira is struggling to match up to her speed! Neil complained and I took the honor to be proud. I heard his wolf purr as he increased his speed.Catch me if you can, Lydia screamed in excitement.We pounced ahead. But Lydia suddenly paused and turned to Heira.Ok, I think we have arrived the end of the game.I stretched my eyes and saw it's a dead end - a cliff. Heira swiftly transformed back to Neil
Amelia's POVMy whole body quaked even while Neil was licking the wound. His hot tongue flapped the bite marks but that didn't stop the storm I felt within. He pulled away and looked into my face. I thought he was going to let go, because he doesn't know when my wolf will arrive but instead his lips found mine.My lips quivered in his mouth as he kissed me, lips first until our tongues were almost set on fire. I could feel my thigh getting slicker as our mouths continued dancing with each other. Yet, my whole body was on fire; starting from the mark Neil has just placed on my neck to the very pit of my stomach. I began to feel so strange, so alien to my body. I gasped into Neil's mouth while he kissed me because the pains were almost choking me, but Neil's powerful arms held me steadily against his chest as he tried to ease the pains.My fingers dug into his back as it felt as if I could merge in with his body. The pains were throbbing my head and pounding in my chest, like my body wo
Amelia's POVI know my name is Amelia. I remember that face; the face I wake up with every morning, right on my mind. I remember his name; he is Neil Morreti. All the memories we ever shared all rushed into my mind; including the sex in the pool at Arkans. I remember he had saved me but I can't remember what happened that he needed to save me in Arkans. I remember that monster, Logan; he cut off my pinky and promised he would send it to Neil, which he did.One distinct thing I also remember is that Neil is not an ordinary human. He has a wolf; a dark haired wolf that is so strong.I couldn't stop myself from imagining what it felt like having a wolf that you could call on, even when you are in danger. I would speak to her, hear her thoughts and opinions and not a soul will know what we are discussing. I would make her my gist mate. I would smell things from afar, hear any little sound like I wish to, become terribly fast and my punch will be strong enough to break enough bones.That f
Amelia's POVI know my name is Amelia. I remember that face; the face I wake up with every morning, right on my mind. I remember his name; he is Neil Morreti. All the memories we ever shared all rushed into my mind; including the sex in the pool at Arkans. I remember he had saved me but I can't remember what happened that he needed to save me in Arkans. I remember that monster, Logan; he cut off my pinky and promised he would send it to Neil, which he did.One distinct thing I also remember is that Neil is not an ordinary human. He has a wolf; a dark haired wolf that is so strong.I couldn't stop myself from imagining what it felt like having a wolf that you could call on, even when you are in danger. I would speak to her, hear her thoughts and opinions and not a soul will know what we are discussing. I would make her my gist mate. I would smell things from afar, hear any little sound like I wish to, become terribly fast and my punch will be strong enough to break enough bones.That f
Neil's POVI was shocked to the bone marrow. Not once did Amelia stir as her eyes continued piercing mine inquisitively."Is he the bad guy who cut my finger with a knife and laughed while I cried?" She raised her stubby pinky to me and pouted her lips, ready to tear up.I was short of words. She remembered Logan, Karl, me and every other thing except Lorenzo. She doesn't remember the man who was ruthless and cruel to her in the name of marriage. She doesn't remember how he killed her parents or how he led her to the altar and proceeded with the marriage vows with her. She doesn't remember the mafia boss of Chicago, the one who married her for an heir and made life hard for her. She doesn't remember any of it.But seeing this situation, I am going to seize it. I will make sure she never remembers those horrible nightmares with Lorenzo. She will never remember that Lorenzo ever existed, that he ever lived in her life. And that he was her husband. I will make sure those nightmares are f
Neil's POVThe first thing I did was to get Amelia out of that hospital and take her with me back to America. Cole booked us a room in a hotel to stay and watch out for the time being. The situation in America about being the miscreant who took the lives of hundreds of workers in a refinery explosion hasn't been laid to rest yet. But I am not that bothered about it; now I have all that I want, an undisturbed life with my mate.It was late by the time we arrived America. Amelia was sleeping on my shoulder all through the flight. And she looked so weak and sick. The kind that moves me to pity, but it's not pity speaking. I am not pitying my mate. I am deeply concerned about her condition and if Neil Morreti will survive if he loses her. I'll become a shadow of myself and I may not be what you expect me to be anymore but; a loner who has lost control of his emotions and his whole self. I let her freshen up alone and treat herself to a nice meal.I took Amelia to watch the view around the