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
As I step into the office the next morning, my eyes first settles on Amelia's desk. My heart warms with emotions when I see her sitting behind that mahogany desk, working. I walk closer to her and notice she's busy typing, immensed in what she's doing. But not today, we have to spend enough time together, no work for both of us today. I gently tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. She looks up with weary eyes at me and almost immediately, Amelia jumps at me and circles her hands around me in a tight warming hug.“I've missed you,” Amelia says softly.My arms wrap tightly around her, pulling her deeper into my embrace, and I feel the tension drain from her body. She relaxes into my embrace, and I feel a sudden sense of calm and peace knowing I had been anxious to see her safe and well after last night's trauma.We stay like that, in each other's embrace for a long moment, just holding each other, basking in the comfort of our shared warmth.After a while, Amelia pulls back slightly an
37. LorenzoThe Farem group have been on my nerves since the day I murdered their little group's consigiliere. The capo of Farem group is starting something she can't finish. I am going to show her who owns Chicago. Raiding their headquarters in Greenpalms did not stop them, slaughtering almost all their members including their capo's father in my counter-attack did not stop the so called “Collete” from launching another attack on one of my warehouses last night. I lost a shit ton of money and a good number of men. Damn! That woman is a pain in the arse!I am discussing strategy plans regarding the Farem group, I think it's high time I take this Farem nonsense serious. I'm not doing it because they killed my parents but because if I don't do this and stop them now, the city will lose their fear for me and I'll lose my respect. Farem group have been interfering with the drug and guns shipment we've been receiving from the cartel down in Europe. My men are turning up dead at shipment ch
Icy water splash my face. I gasp awake, coughing. Trickles of water race down my body from my hair and my face. My vision is hazy as I try to make out the face hovering above me. A scream forms in my throat. I want to shout but my lips are tightly sealed with a duct tape. I let out a muffled groan instead as I squirm in the chair I'm sitting on. My vision finally clears and I discover the face before me. Karl!Images of what happened flood my mind instantly. Karl had pulled me close to him just like he did before. I tried to shove him away but as usual, he's too strong. And the next, he gently pulled a piece of cloth over my nose and I lost consciousness, waking up in this dark room tied to a chair.“Hello,” Karl's lips curls into a sickening smile. He tries to stroke my cheek with the edge of his index finger. I turn my head away, my skin crawling at his touch. I try to keep my expression blank, but I know my fear is showing on my face.Karl's smile widens and my heart skips. “You k
I stare at the unconscious man, his head bent lazily. I'm already bored of waiting that I feel like punching him back to consciousness.“Capo, this is getting us nowhere. He doesn't seem ready to wake up,” Logan says.“I need information from him. I need to know every fucking thing about the Farem group and put an end to this madness soonest!” I shout in fury. “Leo, I need you to call Mirabel and inform her to assemble the men and meet us at the cross-section. Once I get my information, we're off to execute plan B.”Leo nods and takes out his cellphone to the other side of the room. I watch our captive as he moves his body and groans in pain, probably remembering that a bullet went right through his kneecap. Slowly, he raise his head up to look at me.I pull out my knife and draw a chair opposite him. I begin to clean the blade carefully to express the tension in the air. It's either he gives me the answers that I need or I'll torture him to death — well, either ways he'll die eventua
It's over. Neil is dead. My heart splits into a million pieces and I curse the world for being so cruel. From growing under a strict father who is a shrewd politician to marrying Lorenzo, robbing me of my dreams and freedom and finally, when I'm beginning to find love with my boss, Neil, he dies. I feel so devastated. I don't want want to live if living is without Neil. It would be better to die with him. Please, don't die, I plead in my head almost like I can feel something connecting my thoughts to Neil.Karl strides towards Neil who is kneeling on one knee, with deep green veins protruding on his face to his neck, from the pains of the bullets now stuck in his body. I can't bear looking at him in such situation. It breaks my heart. “Let's see if the true alpha can survive silver bullets.” Karl grabs Neil by the hair and yanks his head upwards while he points the gun to his forehead.I watch helplessly. I don't know what to do to save Neil. I struggle against the ropes that boun
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