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 POVI had to stop Amelia in any way possible; but for some reason, I couldn’t move. I watched her step away from me. I felt my heart shatter into a thousand pieces... it felt almost like rejection. Was I being rejected for the second time? I couldn’t be rejected again! No.I had to speak to Amelia one more time; to tell her what being a werewolf entailed. I was not an animal. I was only a supernatural and I would promise her... she would love my world. She wouldn’t get hurt around me. I would assure her of her safety. Just the way there were bad and ruthless humans, and good humans as well; so were there in the wolf world. The only difference was ability and motives. Karl had succeeded in giving her a bad impression about wolves... All thanks to him, Amelia had left me.My heart beat rapidly as I made after Amelia, hoping to find her. I ran after her, still in my human form. My eyes scoured the forest for any sign of Amelia as the dark night slowly gave way to a cold, misty morn
Lorenzo’s POVIt had been two days, and yet, there was no sign of Amelia or her fucking boss. I stood at the pier with my hands tucked into my pockets as I sighted the incoming ship with my ammunition from a distance. I had been waiting there with my men at strategic places, ready to hit whatever wanted to ambush the ship, the Farem group precisely — like they had done before.“Capo,” someone called from behind. I did not need to turn back to recognize who owned the voice, as I could tell the names of my men by their voice.“Any lead on her?” From what I knew, Amelia was no longer in Arkans. That bastard had let her go alone, leaving her in danger. I clenched my teeth at the thought. Now, no one knew where Amelia had disappeared to, likewise Logan.“No. She was last seen after the attack, and before we could get to her, she was gone.”Since Amelia was not with her boss anymore, even after eloping with him, then something must have happened. Amelia must have had an issue with her boss,
Neil’s POV“I knew that there were some people after your alpha spirits and as a result, after your life. Do you know about them?” Mr. Onex asked as I steered the car onto the road. The only threat to my life I knew of was Karl, and that threat had been eliminated. If there were others, then they were still operating in the dark.“Karl has been eliminated, and I have formally become the alpha of the pack,” I replied plainly, my eyes still on the road. Thoughts of Amelia clouded my mind. When she wasn't here with me, I felt so empty and weak.“There are more, and they are the real threats. They’re even closer to you than you think.”“If you know who they are, why don’t you just go ahead and say it? Stop keeping me in the dark,” I blurted out. Mr. Onex always had this way of being too serious. Every alpha should expect threats and problems, of course; he was in charge of a whole pack. Some were envious, while some were loyal to him. My case wasn’t different either.“And I think they have
Amelia’s POVI was wide awake when that monster chopped off my pinky. My hands shook violently from the exploding pains, and the wound hadn’t stopped bleeding. Beads of sweat rolled down my face as I tried to absorb the pain. I couldn’t talk or scream, as I had a hand-sized towel stuffed in my mouth, and I couldn’t even spit it out.At first, I thought it would end with him being just a monster, a non-human. But no, I was wrong. He was a flirt, a demon, and the king of all evil. He had me tied up here to meet his selfish aims.I struggled against the ropes binding me to the chair, but they wouldn’t budge. Just then, the door creaked open, and the monster returned. The dimly lit room brightened as the door opened wide and shut again. He stepped into the tiny light at the center as I finally registered his monstrous face.“Hello, his little trapped mate,” Logan said in his usual adenoidal voice that made me want to puke.I wanted to scream, “You’ll pay for this,” but my intended screams
Lorenzo’s POVLogan might have made off with my money and goods and attacked me in return, but that was not the end of it. I had sent some men to wipe out his family—parents and sister. The others were to find him and shoot him with silver bullets on sight.All werewolves were creepy, dirty, and greedy. I had learned never to have anything to do with werewolves ever again. But as for these ones, I would make sure to rip them into pieces at once.“Pull the chains!” I ordered. Two of my men pulled the chains from different angles along the wheels on opposite sides to hang the petite old hag upside down; chains on both her hands and her feet. When I was satisfied with the height, I ordered them to stop.“Get the knife.”At once, I was handed a silver knife, which I carefully tossed around before the woman, who momentarily shifted to her wolf form in anger. She struggled with the chains, making a loud noise in the otherwise empty room. But it was of no use. This trap had been built especia
Neil’s POVSeeing Amelia tied up like a bandit annoyed the animal in me. Sphinx temporarily surfaced in rage. I tried talking to her through the mind link, and fortunately, it worked.‘Are you okay?’ I asked through the link, and she replied with a nod. But before I could speak to her again, Mirabel’s wolf pounced towards me on all fours.***I had first met the bitch outside the house under the dark night, where she was patiently strolling—as if waiting for someone, probably me. She grinned and crossed her arms over her chest.“I gave you a choice, remember?” she asked. “But you chose Lorenzo’s woman instead.”“Where is she?” I asked impatiently.“An alpha ready to die for a mere human. Weak!” Tsk. Mirabel tutted.“I asked where she is!” I growled but held myself from rushing to her and ripping her apart. I didn’t want to hurt her for old times' sake, but not when she stood in my way of finding Amelia.“Well, since you want her, you can get her if you want. But you have to go through
Amelia's POV He fell to the floor, trembling violently. His seizures had returned. This time, I didn’t know what to do. How could I stop this? I frantically scooped him into my arms as my tears dropped onto his bare chest. Every part of his body was now soaked with blood, staining my clothes in return, but I didn’t care. “Neil. Please wake up.” I didn’t know if screaming his name would wake him, but I screamed it anyway. It didn’t end there. Neil's fingers curved and twisted sharply... I heard his bones crunch. I held his fingers and tried to straighten them, but they were as stiff as steel. I placed a palm on his chest to feel his heart, but... there was nothing. He wasn’t breathing! My heart began to beat violently as my eyes shot open in fear. He couldn’t possibly die! His body gradually quieted, and his fingers noisily stretched. A thought crossed my mind as I sniffed in a large amount of air. He needed me. I was the only one who could save him. I had heard Logan say it: ever
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