I don't know if I'm to shed tears or ignore the news I just got. But I couldn't stop my tears from flowing. He sold me out for nothing. He gave me out to bondage without a cost at least to maintain my dignity and Lorenzo played him real well. I continue sobbing in the car, unable to control my emotions. I am not sure if I'm crying for the fact that I mean nothing in this whole setting or the fact that my father is dead. I try to hold in my tears when I see Neil approaching but instead, the tears poured out. Neil rushed over to my side in the car and held my shoulder.“What's wrong?“ He asked.I feel my throat clog from tears, affecting my voice. “I know he's selfish…” my lips quiver, my chest begin to rise and fall in tears. I see him as a victim. He fell prey to Lorenzo's trickery because he's obsessed and selfish while I got caught in the middle. “But still—he doesn't deserve this…”Neil's arms cross my shoulders and I feel so warm under his arm. His hand rub my bare arm to soothe
I shift uncomfortably on the seat, aware of the tension in the air. “How… how did you know?” I ask Leo, my pulse quickening in fear. I can't even imagine what will happen if Leo tells Lorenzo I left the office without him.“You shouldn't have done that. Do you know how dangerous it is out there for you?” Leo takes ones short glance at me and turns back to the road. “The capo is still battling the Farem group and it isn't funny, yet you take risks that could jeopardize him…”“I thought he said he isn't capable of love. What does it matter to him if I die?” I find myself saying the first thing that comes to my mind without thinking twice. Isn't that what it means? Lorenzo clearly stated he can't love me, so that I won't be used to get to get him. So that the famigilia and his business will not collapse because of love.“It matters to him because you haven't given him an heir! Do you get that now?” Leo shouts. “Lorenzo can only protect you. He can't love you, because caring for someone l
At first, I felt Amelia and I had began to connect. But for the past one week, Amelia has been withdrawn unlike the first day she resumed work. She takes up so much tasks in the office without getting tired and she is extra-punctual. I've tried asking her what the problem is but she doesn't want to say anything relevant, just a couple of “oh, I'm fine, Neil.”Have you tried asking others maybe her bodyguard? Sphinx suggests.I quickly stand from my seat at Sphinx's suggestion and head out of my office instantly. I pass Amelia's office and sight her engrossed in whatever she is doing on the system. I silently walk pass her desk and head for the lobby, where her bodyguard, Leo is.“Hey,” I move closer and sit opposite Leo. His eyes are cold and the way he stares at me and doesn't reply force me to start painting what Amelia must have suffered in Lorenzo's hands to make her become less-human and more of a machine.“Can we talk?” I ask.“If it's something worth discussing,” Leo replies wi
My arm is locked with Lorenzo's as we are greeted by various people in the ballroom. Lorenzo holds me like a trophy and heads warning that if his trophy—his property is touched, then you will be thrown to the wolves. He had cancelled my going to work today for his Famigilia function in New York and had insisted that I go with him or I'll stop going to work—”after all, I have more than enough to take care of you,” he had said. This is the second time he's interfering in my job since the first month.I am dispirited because of this. I won't get to see Neil for God knows how long. I remember his seizures, what if it happens again and there is no one around to help him? What if he dies to it? And he has refused to go to the hospital.The thought of not seeing Neil… I can't help but feel anxious. I want to be there for him. I remember his eyes as he looked at me, the way he held my hand. There was something in his gaze that told me he needed me, even if he didn't say the words. I feel like
Lorenzo tosses me into the bed in the hotel room he booked. I fall flat on the bed. I try to scramble backwards, away from him, but my limbs are heavy and uncooperative.Lorenzo stands over me, his face a mask of rage and his hands clenched into fists. He takes a step towards me and I flinch, my heart pounding in my chest.“Who is he? How did you get to know that bastard?” Lorenzo asks, his ringing voice resounds through the whole room.I shudder. “He was in a meeting at the company…”“And you let him touch you that way?” Lorenzo cut in, his voice sharp.“He is too strong. What would you have me do?” I wanted to ask him how it felt losing a fight to someone, but I bite back the question.“Where does he live and how is he here in New York?”“Because his company is here in New York,” I reply and curse myself inwardly for saying that. Now he would ask how I got to have a business meeting with someone who is based in New York.“Henceforth, no more meetings with any male. Every male busine
The cold water from the shower work its way around my body as I shut my eyes. It's been a long, hectic and boring day without Amelia. I watched her desk all day long imagining her sitting behind the desk and working. I feel so lonely, so empty without her. I long to have her in my arms but Lorenzo keeps interfering and I'm having enough of this.Neil…I suddenly hear her voice, like she's calling me for help. Probably, I am losing my focus, thinking too much about her. But almost immediately I hear her voice the second time.Neil…That is when I realize that it is Amelia calling out to me. She's in trouble and she's afraid. She needs me. I turn off the shower and strain against the silence, desperate to reach out to her. I can feel her fear, her anxiety, her panic. A sign that she's in trouble and I am the only one that can help her.I bounce out of the bathroom, trying hard to send my own thoughts, to let her know that I'm here, that I'm listening and that I'm coming to help her wher
My mind clouds with thoughts of Amelia as Sphinx sprints through the undergrowth, conscious of traps and attacks. The forest is dense and dark, and Sphinx weaves between the trees, his paws pounding on the soft earth. The smell of our competition is in the air which make Sphinx to course through the forest with all his strength.Peripherally, I could see Karl's wolf on my right and another on the left with Karl's wolf moving with almost the same speed as Sphinx.Sphinx… I call, warning him about the others about to overtake us, and the need to speed up. We have to return to the training field first and alive, not as a corpse.It's not about running, Neil. It's about being meticulous, about dexterity…Almost as if Sphinx had predicted what would happen, the wolf to my right stepped into a trap and growled in pain. See what I told you?I lose track of Karl's wolf, unsure if he is up ahead or behind me. Sphinx focuses on winning this competition without looking at the others, my mate's
I don't know what happened or how it happened but all I know is the first wolf is on the floor, in a pool of its own blood with eyes wide open. I remember almost getting impaled by the stalagmite above but landing gave me the upper hand. It didn't take long and the first wolf is forcefully torn apart by my claws.Sphinx grabs the gem with his snout and canines, wondering what being an alpha entails. It will not be about my mate only, other lycans will depend on me. Sphinx tightens his grip around the gem, readying himself for the long run back to the pack's training field.But as Sphinx is sprinting back, I notice something strange. There's a scent in the air. It's the scent of another wolf. As Sphinx sniffs the air, trying to make sense of the scent, he steps into a snare. I feel the sharp metal bite into his paws and I yelp in pain, Sphinx growls in pain.I sight a pair of eyes followed by a muscular grey body appear from the parting leaves. That is when I see Karl's wolf standing a
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