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"Watch where you're going," the man shouted as he continued on his way. Lily helped me up, and in an instant, I saw Leo grab the man by his jacket, shoving him against the wall of the nearest building. "Who sent you?" he asked through gritted teeth. The man's eyes widened, his chest rising and falling in fear and shock. "Do you have any idea who you just knocked to the ground?" "N-n-no," the man stuttered, his ragged breaths audible. I felt a pang of sympathy; he looked like he might wet his pants. "I'm so sorry. I should have watched where I was going. It's my fault," he pleaded. "You just disrespected the capo of Chicago." Leo tightened his grip. "What’s your name?" The man began to sweat, and I felt for him. He hadn’t committed a serious crime—he had simply bumped into me. "G-Gaith Keller," the frightened man stuttered. "Where do you live?" "Thompson Street, a few blocks away." Leo released Gaith, and he ran off so quickly that he vanished within seconds. "Are you alrig
I knew Amelia was going to do something silly after I overheard her conversation with her mum. I wrapped my arms around her and turned her back to the stairs. She kicked. She screamed. But I was too strong for her. "Let me go!" I ignored her and took her back to her room. I pushed her onto the bed and crouched over her. My hands pinned her arms to the bed while my legs held hers firmly as I forced her to look at me. Her lips quivered as she tried to fight back tears. "Cry all you want, Amelia. This is your life now. Don't try to escape it. I won't be merciful the next time." "You can do whatever you want! I am not afraid of you!" "You will be when I give you a taste of who I truly am." I gulped when my eyes moved to the bulge on her chest. I would wait. I slowly got down from her and took one more look at her. She was even more beautiful with her disheveled hair. "I have to take care of the Gaith who dares disrespect my property." "Let him be. Don't be a bloody killer," she beg
Thoughts flooded my mind as I drove home late that night. My heart felt heavy, and my throat seemed to constrict around a huge, spiky lump, trying to choke me. Was this truly how I would lose my second chance mate and remain mateless? Was I fated to be alone forever? How could I possibly get my mate, who was soon to be lawfully wedded to the most dangerous mafia leader in Chicago?If we can't get her peacefully, we'll get her forcefully, Sphinx grumbled.How do we get her forcefully? Can't you see she's someone's wife?Don't tell me you're cowering from a mere human! I won't lose my mate again! You have to fight for what belongs to you! I blamed the moon for placing me in such a complicated position. Even Amelia was scared. She couldn't even stand up to Lorenzo, let alone confront someone like me, who had no relationship with him whatsoever. How could I convince Amelia that she was my mate? Humans didn't understand what it meant to have a mate.Then convince her. Get her to love you.
Just jump! Jump down the cliff! I yelled at Sphinx, who was still trying to figure out a plan. I’d rather face the feral alpha than jump down the cliff. We don’t even know if there are other dangerous rogues down there! The rustling of leaves became much louder, forcing Sphinx to stay alert. The wolf's barking growls came even closer as he appeared from the thick covering of leaves. Then the alpha growled, loudly at first, until he began to whimper. Then I realized it. He was hurt. It was a painful growl. I looked down at his paw and noticed he was bleeding profusely, a strong iron trap embedded in his right paw. He had just stepped into a trap. Was it there when Sphinx passed? How had Sphinx managed to avoid it? I saw the trap, if that’s what you were thinking. He was just desperate and didn’t watch his step, Sphinx said. I sensed his pride as we watched the alpha struggle with the trap. The traps in the woods were set by wolf hunters—Operation Wipe Out Wolves. The alpha wolf whi
I sat at the vanity chair and endured all the prodding and pulling of the makeup and hair stylists. I had spent a whole day locked up in my room. Lorenzo made sure I didn't come out until today, my wedding day. The makeup team worked frantically to make my skin look smooth and freckle-free. They added fake eyelashes and juvenile red lipstick. The heated curlers burned my scalp slightly, and I endured it. When the hairstylist undid the curlers, my blonde hair pooled down my shoulders in thick, loose curls. They pulled some of it back and added a gold clip for accessories. They helped me into the most expensive dress I had ever owned. The thick wedding dress hugged my body and flowed down at my hips. Barely two minutes after I finished dressing up, my parents came in. My father's expression looked unfazed and showed no sign of what he felt towards me. My mother gasped in admiration. "My daughter, you are so beautiful," she said as she gently grabbed my hands and squeezed them soft
I unzipped the suitcase that my mother had packed for me. All I saw were lingerie, silky nightgowns, cupless bras, and lace underwear. I took out the least offensive item, a solid black knee-length nightgown, and changed into it. I didn’t know what my mother was thinking when she packed these things for me. I crossed my arms around my stomach, feeling self-conscious as I headed out to the balcony. I quickly stepped into the jacuzzi. The faster I was in the water, the less time Lorenzo had to stare at me in this black piece. He waited until I was fully seated in the tub before he slowly started approaching. Consciously, I wrapped my arms around my body so he would see less. “I remember the first time I saw you at your father's house opening ceremony. Since then…” Lorenzo paused and picked up a glass, which he filled with another round of champagne. This time, he handed it over to me. “Here, have a drink, and don’t say no.” His expression reminded me that he wasn’t joking this time. I
I gasped, my breath catching in my throat, and with a flurry of hurried movements, I peeled off my nightgown. His face held a silent command, a threat I couldn't ignore. The unspoken consequences of defiance loomed, a dark shadow I dared not explore. He flipped me onto my back, his touch sending a shiver through my body. His lips grazed my skin, leaving a trail of heat that softened my muscles and stole my strength. His hands, large and powerful, slid beneath me, cupping my breasts. The weight of them, the awareness of his raw strength, filled me with a mixture of fear and fascination. These hands, so capable of tenderness, could also crush me, extinguish my life in an instant. The thought echoed the whispered rumors, the chilling tales of lives he had taken, innocent lives snuffed out like flickering flames. My chest rose and fell rapidly, my heart pounding against my ribs like a trapped bird. My palms grew slick with sweat. A moan escaped my lips as his thumb and forefinger found m
My night with Amelia was fun. Her hair smelled wonderful, and her skin was smooth to the touch. When I split her wide and orgasmed, the excitement made me want to go for another round, but before I could, she was asleep. I rubbed her clit and spread her more with two fingers before falling into a deep sleep. I tucked her in carefully when I woke up and climbed down to start my morning routine. I moved into the bathroom for a quick shower, and it didn’t take long before I was in the lobby with a glass of wine in hand. Logan stood before me as I gulped down the contents of the glass calmly. “How much is it?” I asked, twirling the remaining wine in the glass. My mind drifted through thoughts of my next investment. My money had been shipped and was accurately received, I hoped. “Fifty million, capo.” Driven by impulse and infuriation, I smashed the glass on the floor. “What did you just say?” “Fifty million USD,” Logan replied, his tone steady as he counted his words. “It was suppose
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