Neil's POV If I can't trust my household, who then could I trust? Narni had been my source of comfort each time I felt alone, without a mate whom she called my "wife." The only thing that separated us from being mother and child was the fact that she didn’t birth me. Most of my neighbors already saw her as my mother. Now it felt as if those warm memories were shattering, all because of her voice. She was betraying me, selling me off to Lorenzo. She was causing me pain. Heira surfaced temporarily in anger, snarling at the frightened Amelia. But he didn’t mind. Amelia gasped and moved away from me, aware of the intimidating presence of my alpha wolf. 'What are you still doing here? Do you want me to handle this myself?' Heira growled. Instantly, I shot out of my seat and headed toward Narni's room. "Where are you going?" Amelia asked as she trudged behind me, but I didn’t want her to see this. I didn’t want her to count Narni as evil for selling us out. I still wanted her to see Na
Neil's POV: I had mind-linked Amelia after discovering that Lorenzo did not take her to his house. I didn't know where or how to start looking for them, as there was no trace of them anywhere. Amelia had told me that Lorenzo was probably taking her out of the country, and I feared that would happen because the mind-link couldn't extend outside the borders of America. It wouldn’t connect. I was scared of losing all chances of connecting to Amelia, which was why I had to act fast. My pilot was on his annual holiday, and I had to let him enjoy it. With that, I had no option but to use a public plane while trying to connect to Amelia. I rented a car from a local shop and drove downhill to the nearest airport to book a flight, mind-linking Amelia again to see if she had discovered where Lorenzo was taking her. 'Amelia', I tried to connect, but all I heard was silence. What if she had finally left America and the mind-link had stopped working? I sped up, clenching my jaws. I tried again
Amelia Lorenzo pulled me forward by the arm as I struggled behind him, but it was like trying to stop a moving truck; his grip was too strong. He pushed me into a waiting car and stepped in beside me as the car pulled away. All my mind was on Neil and when he would come for me. I didn't know how to connect to him through the mind-link, and I should have learned this a long time ago. Lorenzo turned to me, his eyes darker and his face painted with smiles. "I’m imagining how much you’d make for me. I guess you’re good at this." I ignored him and bit my lower lip instead. The car pulled in front of a building, and we stepped out. "Bring her in," Lorenzo commanded as he took the lead. Instantly, two of his men pulled me by the arms and led me forward. This time, I quietly followed them. We walked into a room filled with different lights and powerful music wafting from the stereo at the other end. I realized the room was a casino, with men gambling and drinking themselves into stupor in
Neil's POV Boarding a ship to Europe did not take long. I entered the ship under a disguise to avoid what had happened before. Going to Europe by ship would take long, but that was the only option I had left. I took a sip of the wine and twirled the rest as I sat on the bed in the room I had been placed in on the ship. My mind returned to Amelia and what had become of her now. My heart shuddered, and I noticed a lump in my throat as I prayed she was safe. "Talk to her," Heira growled. I had to try the mind-link again. But as I listened for Amelia's reply, I heard her painful gasps and whines... Someone was hurting her! I could feel her pain. She had been hit by someone. My breath rose as my throat went dry. I didn't know what to do anymore. I brushed a furious hand over my hair as my eyes angrily scanned the room. I kicked the wine glass and the bottle into the wall, and the contents spilled alongside the glass all over the room. A question screamed into my head: would I be able
Neil's POV It will take roughly two weeks to get to Europe, and the thought of it sent my heart flying. What if I lost all chances of rescuing Amelia before the end of the two weeks? Yet, I didn't see any other option for getting to Europe. The whole of America wanted me, and I couldn't bring myself to face them, not when I wasn’t yet sure of the safety of my mate. I was in a difficult position, but I would find a way to navigate it all. I pushed a few buttons on the control desk when I suddenly heard someone's voice above the ship and the whirring sounds of engines. My wolf perked up with interest as I looked above me, though I couldn't see what was happening outside the ship from there. "Come out now at the count of one... two... three..." I rushed outside, careful not to give away my position. The voice sounded so familiar, but I couldn't place where I had heard it before. At first, my skin was hit by the chilling night air, and next, the headlights from the plane circling the s
Amelia's POV Lorenzo has become a demon of himself. All day long, he had me locked up in this room without food or water. Last night had been a nightmare... tears rushed down my face as I remembered that lady's words as she hit me squarely in the face. "The capo brought you here as a slut and a cheap slut is what you'll be here!" She had been too strong and fast for me, almost impossible for me to pluck a strand of her hair as she hit me; like she had been made and trained for this. Lorenzo had appeared, dragged her by the hair, and pushed her aside. "I didn't ask you to touch her. She still remains my wife." When I thought he was finally going to get me out of here, Lorenzo had tied me up and dumped me here in this room. "Your mate might take too long to come to your rescue; coming by boat to Europe. Ridiculous," Lorenzo spat. "I would have had a fill of myself on you before he arrives," Lorenzo said in derision as he pulled my face up to look at him. "I'll keep you here. Safe. A
Amelia's POV Neil wouldn't listen. I began to fidget in fear as I tried in vain to make Neil look at me at least, but he was too focused on his opponent in the ring. His opponent was the first to attack. He leaped on Neil like a frog, but Neil casually avoided him, weighing his reflexes and fight skills. He leapt again, but Neil slammed his fists into his face, which forcefully threw him backwards and out of the ring. It wasn't about fame but strength. Neil's opponent was famous amongst most of the crowd, but Neil was stronger. The crowd screamed in shock as Neil's opponent crashed onto the floor outside the stage. For the first time, I felt at ease. It might not be as bad as I thought. Neil might navigate Lorenzo's traps, and we'd get out of there soon. Neil's opponent rose from the floor, a drop of blood on his lip. He sprinted back into the ring. Neil paced around the ring, waiting for his opponent to make his comeback. The crowd cheered again as Neil's opponent threw himself
Neil's POV He was much stronger than I thought. And though I had decided not to use any of my wolf abilities in the arena, I was forced to because he was almost unbeatable. I was shocked when his wounds healed and claws formed on his fingers. He was a werewolf too... and a powerful one at that! How many werewolves did Lorenzo have working for him? And how did he get such a powerful werewolf in his fight club? But what I never expected was Lorenzo going back on his word... As I slit Blue blood's throat, I narrowly missed a bullet as it whizzed past my head. I tumbled down the stage to take cover as more bullets pierced the air. Suddenly, everything seemed to slow down before me and I could clearly see the bullets rushing above me and on the stage. It was no ordinary bullet. It was made of raw silver. Lorenzo! That bastard! I should have known he wouldn't keep to his word. I told you it was a bad idea, Heira grumbled into my head, but this was not a time for grumbling. I turned
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