Amelia’s POVArms grabbed mine as I was pulled out of the water. I coughed out water and continued coughing as I felt warmth in his embrace, though my clothes were wet. When I was relieved from being underwater for some time, Neil helped me stand to my feet.“Are you okay now?” he asked, and I managed a nod.“We’re both wet.” He turned to look at the water stretched to infinity, and I followed his gaze; not even the slope that had launched us into the water was visible. “I’ll make a fire to get us warm. Stay here.”“Let me follow you.”“No, you’re wet, and you might trip. I won’t take long.”I nodded and let him go. “Please, be quick,” I said, a bit tense about being out here in the wild all alone.I heard the chirping of insects within the forest after Neil left as it started getting dark. A cold breeze brushed against my skin. I rubbed my arms in an attempt to keep myself warm from the unnerving cold, but it was useless. The biting cold made me so uncomfortable that I suddenly felt g
Neil’s POVI instinctively held Amelia’s hand tightly, my mate instincts taking over. The only thing on my mind was to protect her and keep her safe.The woman before us clicked her gun, ready to pull the trigger.“We arrived here by accident, and we’ll leave tomorrow.” I pointed toward the river. The woman took one long, suspicious look at me, then at Amelia, before she slowly withdrew her gun, ensuring there was no loop before she exhaled.“It’s dangerous out here. Rogues are at their strongest at night around here. Come, I’ll take you to the village where you can at least spend the night before you leave.”I hesitated, knowing we were on the run before we arrived here by accident and having a feeling that this might be a trap as well. At first, I thought to decline. It wasn’t wise to accept an offer from a total stranger, but Amelia nudged my back, a sign that she was in. I swallowed hard and nodded in acceptance. But I knew that if things came to worse, I would go all out to ensure
Amelia’s POVThe surface of the water in the small pool, decorated by beautiful flowers around it, was as smooth as glass, reflecting the light of the single lamp mounted on the wall. Sighing in anticipation, I removed my clothes and piled them on a wooden chair across the room. Carefully, I descended the worn steps leading into the water. The frigid water lapped against my calves, then traveled to my hips, my waist, and finally my shoulders as I reached the bottom of the pool, shuddering in the cold, but it felt so refreshing.I shivered in pleasure at the penetrating cold, letting my arms float in the buoyant water as I splashed it against my throat. As my body relaxed, my mind drifted from one thought to another.I wondered how Lorenzo would react to my sudden disappearance; if he would go all out to find me or if Neil would be in danger when Lorenzo discovered I was with him.But then my thoughts wandered to what it would feel like spending a night with Neil, uninterrupted. Instant
Amelia’s POVI trembled against him, my body slick and weightless in his arms. Through the blur of my wet lashes, I saw his face next to mine—his eyes were dark and hungry as his hands slid up my wet body. His skin felt impossibly hot against my hands as I slid my fingers into his shirt, down his chest.“Amelia,” Neil called my name, his voice barely audible. “You’re driving me insane,” he said in the same tone. Slowly, he lowered me back into the water and began to unbutton his shirt. Smiling, I tried to help him, our fingers slipping and tangling beneath the surface of the pool.When his chest was bare, I drew my hands down his torso, circling his nipples, sensations washing across my insides as I felt something pour between my thighs.“Hurry,” I urged, planting kisses over his face and neck. My tongue entered his mouth, circling his until he let out a laughing groan and yanked more roughly at his pants. The fastening gave way, allowing his erection to spring free. Neil took the oppo
Lorenzo’s POVI kicked against the chair next to me as I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration. I stared angrily at the ruins of my once elegant penthouse as thoughts of my last hit on the Farem group flooded my mind. I had eliminated their godfather—whoever did that—and this annoying piece of shit, their capo, would be next. I would make sure I tortured her to death once I got my hands on her.Empty bullets and shattered glass lay everywhere as I stepped through the room. Instantly, I spotted a body on the floor move. A few Farem group members who had taken the risk of stepping into my house were roughly attacked and killed until we succeeded in wearing out the group. But I knew they wouldn’t stop there.Quickly, I stepped toward the body and grabbed him by the collar, pulling him closer to me, my rage taking control. He coughed out blood, more spilling from his mouth. His eyes were shut tightly, and I realized I should do whatever I had to because his life was already thin.“
Amelia’s POV“Let’s enjoy tonight first,” Neil said as he placed a kiss on my forehead, then drew me deeper into his chest. Even with the warmth of his chest, I felt something bad was about to happen. Although Neil was right there with me, I felt as if we were worlds apart, like something was taking him away from me. Yet, I couldn’t place a finger on what it actually was. I had thoughts about what Lorenzo’s next move would be, but I also felt, for some reason, that it might be Neil’s death. The thought of it made my heart skip a beat.I raised my head a bit to stare into Neil’s calm face. His eyes were shut, and his expression radiated a soothing look of satisfaction. Yet, I got this disturbing feeling that this wouldn’t last long. Slowly, I lifted my fingers to stroke his cheek, gulping down the thought of being separated from him or losing him. I shut my eyes and welcomed his soft breath across my forehead, drifting into a gentle sleep.****I woke up to the sound of an explosion in
Neil’s POVThe rogues kept coming, one by one until I was surrounded. I did not want to shift, not in this condition; when the Arkans were struggling to eliminate all the wolves—I might be perceived as a rogue. Yet I felt my wolf power rising within me with Sphinx barking dangerously at the omegas. But rogues does not recognize an alpha; they attacked whoever they perceived as an enemy aggressively. So, trying to control them using my alpha power would result in nothing.Sphinx tried to push out; my face momentarily shifted to his, but I suppressed him. Instantly, I willed my canines out and felt my teeth elongate and sharpen. I extended my claws and crouched, ready to pounce on the wolves circling me. The first wolf attacked impatiently. I ducked its attack, crouching under it as it was in midair. I slashed its abdomen rapidly and pounced to the other side before its gore splattered on the floor.A snarl escaped my lips as I bared my canines at the remaining wolves. All of them came a
Amelia’s POVI stood weakly in the center of the wolves. My knees gave in to fear as I dropped to the floor. The wolves circling me barked viciously with snarls as one of them pounced towards me. I shut my eyes, accepting my fate as a snack for the wolves. I couldn’t remember if I was still breathing.I opened my eyes at the right time to find a large muscular dark wolf counter-attacking the first wolf. The second wolf split the first wolf in two, and it dropped to the floor as its thick gore splattered across my face.I held my breath as the wolf that had just emerged roared, growling loudly at the other three wolves. Confused, I tried to understand if this second wolf was actually protecting me or trying to claim me as its own snack. The thought of it sent my breath racing as the second wolf, the largest of all the wolves, cut and ripped the other three wolves apart almost in a blur... before I could blink. I could barely recover my breath as the three wolves finally dropped to the f
Neil's POV It had been almost a week and I had been mourning him, loathing myself for his demise. I felt empty, weak, and powerless as he was cremated six feet into the ground. I would bear this scar, this burden all my life, as the one who killed his brother. I couldn’t accept any other truth, knowing this would not have happened if I had paid attention to what my mother said a few weeks ago about my brother's disappearance. I should have gone in search of him; maybe I could have saved him earlier. But now, there seemed to be more to this than just losing him to the monster I was yet to understand. A monster that operated with shadows and was as dangerous as hell, capable of possessing the soul of a werewolf. I had to dig into this. Who were the 'they' that were coming? And why do they want to wipe out all werewolves? His voice echoed in my mind. A thin line of tears rushed down my face as I stared at his grave. Every werewolf in the Castros pack had come to pay their last respe
Neil's POV "Scythe!!!" I screamed in fury with everything in me. The hairs on my body rose in anger. My blood boiled, and the only way to stop this was to take Scythe down and make him pay for everything he put the werewolves of Castros pack through. "Scythe!!" I roared again. Heira paced angrily within me, and I knew any moment now, he would push out. The air suddenly went still, and an ominous silence fell among the ruins of the pack. Cold air rushed in from all sides, and strange shadows began to take shape around me. Scythe's power had increased since the last time. More larger and thicker lumps of shadow penetrated the air now, cloning themselves... more than one Scythe stood before me, ready to attack. "You called me." His voice was unusually deep and menacing, resonating like thunder in the environment. But I cared less; he could display an array of powers as much as he wanted, but he was going down today. With gritted teeth, I pounced forward on both feet, claws pointed at
Neil's POV One blissful, amazing night with my mate had left us both curled into each other's arms. Her head rested on my chest while she slept. She was my mate, my Luna with a wolf spirit—a healer. Not only was she a werewolf now, but she was also a healer. In that moment, I wished I had turned her earlier; Cole wouldn’t have had to endure all of those struggles in Europe to save me from silver. I felt proud of her. She had awakened her wolf successfully after one bite, which was very rare, and she had been blessed by the moon with such a unique power. I suspected that was just the tip of the power of blue wolves. As I lost myself in thoughts about what it would feel like to finally present my mate to the Castros pack, a voice suddenly screamed into my head through the mind-link. "Alpha! Where are you? The pack is in chaos!" It was my 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 k
Amelia's POV She was very focused and carefully navigated the woods as if she had been there before. Also, she was very fast; I could tell by the amount of wind brushing past her fur. Neil was behind us... wait, not Neil. It was his wolf! I chuckled in excitement. It was getting interesting. 'Lydia is beautiful', I heard Neil in my head as our wolves sprinted through the undergrowth. 'She's charming and very interesting. I love her already', I replied as I laughed. We were beating Neil and his wolf in the race. They couldn't keep up with us; Lydia was extremely fast. 'And she's unusually fast! Damn! Heira is struggling to match her speed!' Neil complained, and I took pride in that. 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. 'Okay, I think we have arrived at the end of the game.' I stretched my eyes and saw it was a dead end—a cliff. Heira swiftly transfor
Amelia's POV My 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 didn't know when my wolf would arrive, but instead, his lips found mine. My lips quivered in his mouth as he kissed me, lips first until our tongues almost set on fire. I could feel my thigh getting slicker as our mouths continued dancing together. Yet, my whole body was on fire; starting from the mark Neil had 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 with his body. The pains throbbed in my head and pounded in my chest, as if my body would explode an
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 POV I knew my name is Amelia. I remembered that face; the face I woke up with every morning, right on my mind. I remembered his name; he was Neil Morreti. All the memories we had ever shared rushed into my mind, including the moment in the pool at Arkans. I remembered he had saved me, but I couldn't recall what had happened that required his intervention. I remembered that monster, Logan; he had cut off my pinky and promised to send it to Neil, which he did. One distinct thing I also remembered was that Neil was not an ordinary human. He had a wolf; a dark-haired wolf that was incredibly strong. I couldn't stop myself from imagining what it felt like to have a wolf that I could call on, even when I was in danger. I would speak to her, hear her thoughts and opinions, and not a soul would know what we were discussing. I would make her my confidante. I would smell things from afar, hear any little sound I wished to, become incredibly fast, and my punch would be strong enough t
Neil's POV I 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 didn't remember the man who was ruthless and cruel to her in the name of marriage. She didn't remember how he killed her parents or how he led her to the altar and proceeded with the marriage vows with her. She didn't remember the mafia boss of Chicago, the one who married her for an heir and made life hard for her. She didn't remember any of it. But seeing this situation, I was going to seize it. I would make sure she never remembered those horrible nightmares with Lorenzo. She would never remember that Lorenzo ever existed, that he ever lived in her life. And that he was her husband. I would make sure those nightmares
Neil's POV The first thing I did was 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 hadn't been laid to rest yet. But I was not that bothered about it; now I had all that I wanted, an undisturbed life with my mate. It was late by the time we arrived in America. Amelia had been sleeping on my shoulder all through the flight. She looked so weak and sick. The kind that moved me to pity, but it wasn't pity speaking. I was not pitying my mate. I was deeply concerned about her condition and if Neil Morreti would survive if he lost her. I would become a shadow of myself, and I might not be what anyone expected me to be anymore—just a loner who had lost control of his emotions and his whole self. I let her freshen up alone and treat herself to a nice meal. I took her to watch the