The first light of dawn filters through the windows when Selena finally stirs. Her eyelids flutter open, her gaze unfocused as she tries to make sense of her surroundings. The familiar scent of the pack house reaches her, and she relaxes slightly, though the pain in her ankle quickly brings her back to full awareness.“Wilson?” Her voice is hoarse, barely more than a whisper.“I’m here,” he says, his voice gentle as he moves closer, his presence a solid, reassuring force.“How long was I out?” she asks, struggling to sit up. He helps her, propping her up against the pillows.“Just a few hours,” he replies, watching her closely. “You’re lucky I found you when I did.”She frowns, memories of the attack flashing through her mind. “How did you find me?”“I felt you,” he admits quietly, his gaze locking with hers. “Our bond…it’s stronger than you know.”She blinks, trying to process his words. “Are you stalking me, Wilson?”His lips twitch with a faint smile, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.
“You’re so beautiful you know that” he says. Selena snaps from her trance and thinks to herself This is too surreal—fantastic and eerie at the same time… like my nightmares.She feels funny down there, her Haze almost kicking in… seems he knows how to always summon the god-forsaking sexual craze in her. Her panties already feeling damp down there, and she isn’t surprise to see he has a huge hard on.He moves closer, she can smell his mild cologne, so manly. As he hold her close, pressed against his broad grassy landscape of a thorax, Selena involuntarily leaned in. He holds out her smooth-skinned almost pale face with blushy cheeks with both his hands, and they stare into each other’s eyes.He looks so handsome close-by, she thinks. The storm inside her starts blowing again. Nobody can tell how their lips touch, like there’s an electromagnetic force that drags them together. One minute they are staring like love-struck teenagers, and the next kissing hungrily.His mouth is warm, and h
Memory’s a motherfucker—and as for justice… there ain’t no guarantee either, only the intrigues of conspiracy and the urge for survival entangled in a mocking embrace.Tension is always lurking…lurking at the darkside of the moon. The night is thick with tension as a storm brews in the distance, mirroring the brewing conspiracy that threatens to shatter the balance within the Redbone Pack and all of Clovis City.The moon hangs low in the sky, casting a pale, sickly light over the dense forest that encircles the pack's territory. Every shadow seems to conceal a hidden threat, every rustle of leaves a whisper of impending doom. The air is heavy, pregnant with the scent of blood and betrayal, as unseen forces maneuver in the dark, their motives sinister and hearts blackened by hatred and ambition, and the irrevocable drive for survival.Charmaine’s breath comes in ragged gasps as she dashes through the dense forest, her heart pounding in her chest. The air is thick with the scent of eart
Back in Clovis City, the tension is palpable as the Redbone Pack prepares for what feels like the inevitable storm. Alpha Wilson sits in his study, the weight of recent events pressing down on him like a leaden shroud. The truth of Charmaine’s betrayal has been a bitter pill to swallow, made all the more painful by the history they share. Once, she was more than just a member of his pack—she was a companion, a confidante, a love interest of his. But those days are long gone, buried beneath the cold, hard reality of her treachery.Jason's investigation has uncovered the truth, a truth that has left her no choice but to flee and seek allies in the unlikeliest of places. The young guard, her cousin, could not withstand the brutal interrogation. His broken spirit and shattered body were testament to the lengths Jason would go to unearth the rot within the pack, for his Alpha and best friend. A single confession, wrung from the lips of a terrified boy, had sealed Charmaine’s fate.Wilson’s
In the heart of the Amazonian Rainforest, the fires of conspiracy burn bright. Charmaine has ingratiated herself with the Hydra Pack, using her charm and cunning to weave a web of deceit that even Alpha Cortis cannot entirely unravel. She knows that the only way to secure her place in his ranks is to prove her worth, to show that she is not just a traitor but a valuable ally.Cortis watches her with a wary eye, his trust hard to earn and even harder to keep. He knows that she is dangerous, a viper in wolf’s clothing, but that would make them both kin since he is the Black Mamba, more dangerous even than a viper. They’ve have something in common after all, he also knows that she is his best chance he’s got to bring down Alpha Wilson and claim Clovis City for himself.“Charmaine,” he calls to her few days after she’d arrived the Mamba’s den, his voice echoing through the stone halls of his stronghold.She appears almost immediately, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of fear and anticipat
Demika stands in the twilight of granny Minama’s old house restively, bedeviled by the turbulence her new found mojo that seems too herculean a task to control. Her eyes narrowed as she stares out through the old window of her room gazing at the storm gathering on the horizon. The air is thick with the scent of rain, mingled with something else—something ancient, something powerful.Her heart pounds in her chest, not from fear, but from the exhilaration that courses through her veins like a drug. The power is there again, simmering beneath her skin, a restless energy that crackles like static in the air around her. She has become with drawn from everyone else, not even her best friend, Selena, is a close confidante anymore… all she has now is Granny Minama.She clenches her fists, trying to contain it, but the effort is futile. It’s always futile. The power surges, burning through her like wildfire, setting her nerves ablaze with an intensity that both terrifies and thrills her. She c
The silence that follows is heavy, oppressive, as Demika struggles to process the information. She feels a cold knot of dread forming in her stomach, a sense of inevitability that she cannot shake off.“And the Book of Shadows?” she asks, her voice trembling.Granny Minama’s eyes narrow slightly. “The book survived the fire,” she admits, her tone cautious. “I locked it away, where it could do no more harm. But perhaps… perhaps it is time for you to study it. There may be something within its pages that can help you master your powers.”Demika’s heart skips a beat at the thought. The Book of Shadows, a tome of unimaginable power, within her reach. But Granny Minama’s next words send a chill down her spine.“Remember this, child,” the old woman warns, her voice stern. “As a Wicca, you must never allow the book to lure you into practicing black magic. The book is tainted, corrupted by the dark rituals your father performed. It will tempt you, draw you in with promises of power, but you m
Three days pass, and Demika does not leave her room. The book is her constant companion, its pages filled with secrets that she is determined to uncover. She practices the spells, the incantations, the rituals, each one more dangerous than the last.The power within her grows with each passing day, feeding on the dark magic that she is learning. She can feel it changing her, twisting her, making her into something she does not recognize. But she does not care. All that matters is the power, the control, the thrill of knowing that she is no longer bound by the limitations of the mortal world.Granny Minama knocks on her door, her voice filled with concern. “Meenu, child, you must eat. You must rest.”But Demika ignores her, too consumed by the book, by the power. She has no need for food, for sleep. The power sustains her, drives her, fills her with a purpose that she has never known before.She stands before the mirror, her reflection almost unrecognizable. Her eyes are darker, her sk