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 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
My world crashed down, and my heart felt heavy as I stared at the man I once called father. 'Once'—because he no longer deserved that title. I had used to think he would change, but now he was proving me wrong in this moment. All I could do was cry. “You can't just marry me off. I'm not a commodity!” I screamed, but my voice came out croaky. “It’s for the best, Amelia. I have so many enemies. Marrying you off is one of the best, easiest ways to ensure your safety—and mine as well,” my father said, grabbing a bottle of wine from the table. “The local police, the FBI—you can hire them. You have the money! Am I only worth one week of surveillance to you?” “You are my asset! All women are assets to their fathers!” My father's voice echoed through the room, filled with rage, but he choked on the wine in his cup. He coughed and took a seat, the air thick with tension. I searched the room for my mother, hoping she would intervene, but the woman who always cowered under my father’s domina
It thrilled me that I would soon be settling down with Amelia, the last daughter of Senator Clayton. From the very first time I saw her at her father's housewarming event, the thought of possessing her and making her mine had robbed me of sleep most nights. Today, I felt more restless than ever. My mind was filled with her image—her tall blonde hair, her hazel eyes that sparkled with beauty, and her curvy hips that swayed with each step she took. The only thing on my mind as we headed to her father's house was how delicious she would be. I buttoned my shirt as the car pulled into Senator Clayton's driveway. I stepped out and walked toward the penthouse before me. My men stayed outside while Leo, my underboss, trudged in beside me. Senator Clayton ushered us into the sitting room and offered us seats. “I hear the campaign is next week. I’ll send strong made men to you,” I said as I took my seat. “You have to. I made a good offer,” Senator Clayton smirked. The clicking of heels agai
When I saw him at home a few minutes ago, I felt incredibly nervous and frightened. He was extremely tall and muscular. The expensive clothes Mum made me wear made me feel like a rich prostitute—some fancy fabric that pushed my breasts upwards, enough to make a man drool. And now, what had just happened in the car? Was he actually going to do it in the car? I clenched my fists as he led me into his house, which looked ravishing with porcelain tiles. Everything in the room was so white, with just a touch of blue. I couldn't believe his dark self would want to be surrounded by so much purity and innocence. I wanted to throw up. The nauseating feeling in the pit of my stomach from having him kiss me so deeply hadn't subsided. I had never felt so defeated. My life was no longer my own, as I was to be a slave to Lorenzo, just like my mother was a slave to my father, the mafia boss's associate. Lorenzo bent down to my level as soon as we were standing in the center of the room to whisp
I screamed at the top of my lungs, the sound echoing off the walls of my room. Lily was the first to rush in, her expression a mix of concern and urgency. “What happened? Are you okay?” she asked, her voice laced with anxiety. “Nothing, just a nightmare. I just… I just thought about how…” Tears streamed down my cheeks, hot and relentless. “About how Lorenzo killed that man at the restaurant.” “I’m sure whatever reason he had for killing was to assert his dominance. He has to ensure everyone respects him,” she replied, her tone attempting to reassure me. “I’m so scared, Lily.” I hugged her tightly, burying my head in her chest, seeking comfort in her warmth. “He’s going to kill me.” “Lorenzo is not going to kill you unless… you betray him. You wouldn’t betray him, though.” “Yes, I would.” Lily’s body went tense, her eyes widening in disbelief. “What do you mean?” “I’m going to betray him, Lily. He’s a monster. He kills without even blinking!” “Please, stop shouting. Lorenzo mig
Leo halted the car in the company's garage, and I quickly stepped down. I watched him adjust his suit while waiting for me to lead the way. “Keep your distance,” I warned as I took one last look at my outfit. The idea of putting on such a long jacket over a pretty dress just to obey Lorenzo made my fists clench. I stepped into the large lobby with white marble flooring and approached a brunette on the other side. “Hi, welcome to Berg Oil Company. How may I help you?” the brunette asked with a smile. “I'm here for an interview. I received an email this morning,” I said hesitantly. “Your name, please.” “Amelia Clayton.” The brunette punched some keys on the keyboard and looked up after a few seconds. “Take the elevator to floor sixteen, room ten. The CEO is already there.” CEO? I almost asked but bit back the question. “And good luck, Ms. Amelia.” I smiled at her, then noticed her ogling Leo. I wanted to stay quiet to see if Leo would be thrown out, but it was of no use. I would
Mate? My wolf perked up with great interest as soon as the lady stepped into my office. It was the first time I felt that way after two whole years. After facing crude rejection two years ago, I lost all hope of finding another mate, as none had come forth. I had focused entirely on my oil business. I was just a weak omega, considered incapable of protecting a mate when the time came. Mate? My wolf called again, and just then, I looked up to find a gorgeous blonde walking into my office. My eyes scanned her from legs to head, and I couldn't stop staring, admiring the elegance the moon had decided to bring to me. I felt my wolf, Sphinx, look through my eyes to stare at the lady. Sphinx had taken to the name when we went on a tourist vacation in Egypt and had decided to go by that name. My eyes met the lady's, which were sexily greenish-brown. Those hazel eyes made me go numb for what felt like hours. I need my mate, Sphinx growled. I suppressed him. She was going to be my employee,
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