DAKOTA Hunter stares at me for a while, his face contorted with anguish. The hurt in his eyes is enough to steal the air from my lungs as my guilt worsens. It hits me in that moment that I am the villain in his story. "How could you do this to me? What about all the plans and promises we made? Do they mean nothing to you?" He croaks, his frown deepening. Instinctively, I bring a hand to the spot where his mark used to be on my neck. It's as good as gone right now. Dashiell is yet to mark me. It's the only reason the mark still exists. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have hurt you the way I did," I say, and he blinks at me.I wonder what he's thinking. He probably thinks I'm a cheater. I wish I could let him know the whole truth. His mate is long gone."I saw you with him," he points out, and I freeze, refusing to look him in the eye."I heard that he's your mate as well. You could have told me. Did you ever feel anything for me? You fooled me!" He yells at me, suddenly raising his ha
DASHIELL Waking up to the sound of Dakota throwing up in the bathroom, I sit up in bed, worried. Last night, we had great sex. She'd been very needy due to her heat period. Even so, it's strange how she's suddenly throwing up in the bathroom, barely three hours after we'd fallen asleep. "Kota?" I call out as I head towards the bathroom to comfort her."Did I wake you up? Sorry," she breathes, and I furrow my brows, holding out a hand to open the door. "Wait!"I freeze, my frown deepening, when I notice the distress in her voice. She sounds like she's been crying for a while."What's wrong?" I ask, flattening my palm against the glass door. "It's n-nothing. I'll be out soon. Just give me a minute," she replies with a weak voice. At this point, it's taking me a lot of effort to not barge into the bathroom.A few minutes later, Kota steps out of the bathroom, her head hanging low. Her red hair is all over the place, making it difficult to see her face.She attemp
DAKOTA Terrified, I watch Dashiell as he throws up blood, staining the floor with crimson. With trembling fingers, I take out my phone from my purse and dial West's number. He picks my call on the first ring and I quickly bring it to my ear. "Hey," he breathes and I glance at Dashiell who gazes up at me, his brows furrowed."Can you uh... come to Dashiell's study now?" I ask and he sucks in a sharp breath."Something happened," he points out and I purse my lip, gripping the strands of my hair as tension grips me. "Dashiell got poisoned," I say, squeezing my eyes shut. West curses under his breath and before I can say anything, he's suddenly standing in front of me, holding his phone to his ear. He nods at me and slips his phone into his pocket, turning to face Dashiell who leans against the wall, his eyes closed. "How did you get here so quickly?" I say. He doesn't spare me a glance as he goes down on his knees beside Dashiell who is resting his head on the wall, his lips stained
DAKOTA Pushing the door open, I walk into Dashiell's room, and both men turn to look at me. The tension in the air stays frigid as I approach Dashiell's bedside and lower the tray on the nightstand. "You look upset," West points out, and I turn to look at him, keeping my expression schooled."You overheard us," Dashiell points out, his gaze softening. Realization crosses West's face, and he heaves a sigh, rubbing his forehead. "I should have sensed your presence," he mutters, and I clench my fists, annoyed."It doesn't matter now. I heard it. You can say everything to my face, can't you?" "Dakota...""You don't have to make it so obvious that you dislike me," I hiss, and he furrows his brows at me."That's not...""What did you mean by 'Dashiell's descent into darkness?'," I cut him off. He stiffens visibly, and a blank mask falls over Dashiell's features, his emotions shuttered."It's not important, Kota. Digging out things from the past isn't what we should be doing," he
DAKOTA Carter grabs West by the hand and pushes him down to the couch, lowering himself onto the couch as well. Gingerly, I pour us a glass of vodka, stiffening when Carter leans in to kiss West who quickly turns his head away. West grabs one of the drinks from me and offers it to Carter. With a sultry smile on his face, Carter accepts it and gulps it down. Then, he attempts to kiss West again. My blood heats up in my veins, and eventually, I snap. Grabbing him by the hair, I smash his head on the table. He gasps, blood trickling down his forehead."What the hell?!" He screams at me, and I beam at him."Don't you remember me?" I whisper, and he narrows his eyes at me, balling his fists. West grabs him by the collar and forces him to his knees. When he parts his lips to scream again, no sound escapes his lips. West winks at me, and I nod, accepting the small knife that West hands to me with his free hand."It's me, Melanie, your ex-girlfriend," I spit, and rage flashes in C
DASHIELL Breathtaking pain. It's the first thing that hits me the moment I open my eyes to the darkness. My eyes begin to water, and my vision turns blurry while I struggle to figure out where the hell I am. The last thing I remember is passing out on my bed in exhaustion. I try to move my arms and legs. However, I'm met with a strong resistance because they just won't move. When I try to move my lower body again, the truth hits me. I've been paralyzed. My tongue feels numb, and the tips of my fingers feel swollen. It's definitely poison. Dakota must be worrying about me right now. I did see this coming. I just didn't think it would happen so soon. But, it's fine. As long as Dakota isn't implicated, it's all good. A groan slips out of my mouth as the pulsating pain in my head worsens, nausea wrecking havoc in my system."Shit. I'm going to be sick," I pant. The last thing I want is to get sick all over myself. With so much effort, I move my upper body to the side. As
DAKOTA Dashiell stares at me with wide, bloodshot eyes. He tries to sit up, and I hold him down, preventing him from moving. He's too weak to fight me off either way. "Don't move. You have three broken ribs and a fractured rib. It hurts to breathe, doesn't it?" I say, keeping a hand on his bare chest. He stares at me for a moment. Then, he reaches up to touch my face with a trembling hand. "Why am I so weak when it comes to matters concerning you?" He rasps, and I smile, stroking his long hair."I appreciate how much you care about me. But you really should stop doing this to yourself. You let yourself get this injured for my sake," I say."That's not true," he says."Don't bother trying to argue with me. Have you seen yourself in the mirror yet? Dashiell, you're a mess. You've had three seizures in one week. Even now, you still have a mild fever," I tell him, and he swallows hard, suddenly turning green."I'm..." His voice trails off as I grab the nearest trash can, supp
DAKOTA "....to Kota..."West's voice snaps me out of my thoughts, and I look up to find both West and Dashiell staring at me with concern in their eyes. I force out a smile, laughing it off. It's been two days since the strange incident that happened that night. I haven't told anyone, and it has been killing me. The thought of vanishing forever has been tormenting me, and due to the fear of disappearing, I've been too afraid to go to sleep. Fortunately, I'd returned to Dakota's body that night. What if I'd stayed stuck as a ghost? "What's wrong? You haven't been yourself," Dashiell says, reaching out to cover my free hand with his. I gaze at his face, imprinting his beautiful features on the back of my mind. "I'm fine," I tell him, and he furrows his brows. He's clearly not buying that response, neither is West. Is it that obvious to them? I should do better. However, each time I think of that night, I instantly feel sick to my stomach. I probably go pale as well. I can't h
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DAKOTA I stare at the double line on the pregnancy test strip in my grip, my eyes widening. My mind is reeling, and I'm yet to wrap my head around this new reality."I'm pregnant," I breathe, lowering myself onto the closed toilet, my heart thumping faster against my chest. A smile tugs at my lips and happy tears fill my eyes. I've been married to my husband for barely a year and he has always wanted kids of his own. Due to the trauma of how I'd died without getting to see our child, I'd dismissed the thought of getting pregnant, every time it came to my mind.The knock on the door startles me, and I flinch, nearly jumping out of my skin. The door creaks open, and Dashiell pokes his head in, with a longing look on his face. "You've been in there for way too long. Will you come to bed now? I already miss you," he whispers.Unable to fight off the smile coming on, I quickly rise up to my feet, making a quick attempt to hide the pregnancy test strip from him, in a bid to brin
DAKOTA Dashiell lets out a groan, tilting his head to the side to stare at Madam Noir. Slowly, his gaze trails downwards, resting on the black restraints around his wrists, torso and feet. "What is this? Were you not thinking when you tied me up this way?" He asks, his voice thick with disbelief.She shrugs, a smug expression on his face."It doesn't matter. You can't move. I made sure you wouldn't be able to," she drawls, and a frown creases Dashiell's brows. He turns to look at me, his gaze softening."Why is she here? I'm the one you want," he states. "Isn't she so perfectly made for you? With her power, we won't need the rest of the seals to create more seals," Madam Noir says, and I glare at her."I won't let you touch him," I hiss, and she chuckles."That's adorable," she replies. Dashiell releases an exasperated sigh and lowers his head, his gaze pinned on the floor in front of him. "Leave her out of this... please," he rasps, and Madam Noir's expression darkens with
DAKOTA It hits me like a storm. Sitting in Hunter's living room with no clue of how I'd gotten here in the first place, I try to sort out my thoughts. Bits and pieces of my memories finally return to me, and I wince at the memory of throwing a mug at my own mate. Hunter walks in with a cup of coffee and beams at me. His smile fades when he notices that I'm standing in his room awkwardly."What's wrong?" He asks, his voice tinged with uncertainty."I want to go home," I tell him, and he furrows his brows at me."I guess the spell wore out," he mumbles, and I frown at him, puzzled."I liked you better when you were under the spell," he tells me, lowering the cup of coffee on the nightstand. I move backwards, glancing at the door behind me. "Not so fast, princess."I freeze at the sound of Madam Noir's voice at the entrance of the room. She walks in and smacks me on the back of my neck. Instantly, my knees go weak, and she drags me further into the room with Hunter's help. Pl
DASHIELL The moment the statement leaves my mouth, regret slams into me, hard. I should know better. My mate wouldn't betray me to be with someone else."It's a long story. I ran into Hunter," she tells me, and I stiffen. "Did he hurt you?" I ask, and she shakes her head, a few locks of her red hair falling over her face."He knows everything," she rasps, and I raise a brow, puzzled."Everything? Including who you really are? You told him?" She heaves a sigh, brushing her hair away from her face."Madam Noir got to him first. I'm not sure if he's just neutral about the whole thing. I don't know if he's on her side. I feel like I'm missing the big picture," she tells me, and lets out a yawn. "You should get some rest, you look exhausted," I say, and her gaze softens."So do you."I crack a smile, and she returns it. "Don't do that again. I understand that you were desperate to find me, but being intimate with another woman just doesn't sound right," she says."I know. I w
DAKOTA "If you make a sound, I'm going to slit your throat. Do you understand?" Hunter whispers in a menacing tone, and I nod frantically, squeezing my eyes shut. My heart thumps madly against my rib cage as I feel him sweep me off my feet, swinging me over his shoulder like a sack. I part my lips to let out a scream, but I decide against it when I feel him align his claws with my spine. He heads down the alley and places me in a car parked down the street. He proceeds to drive off instantly. Too petrified to do anything, I remain silent. He still doesn't know who I really am, and I want to keep things that way. "Won't you ask me where I'm taking you to?" He suddenly breaks the silence while he glances at me through the front mirror. Avoiding his gaze, I direct my gaze outside the window, watching the rain fall on the rough asphalt on the road. "You literally just kidnapped me. How do you expect me to feel?" I retort. "What did he do? He did something, didn't he?" Hunter
DAKOTA My stomach churns with tension as I hold out a trembling hand towards the transparent glass while a strong feeling of nostalgia hits me. The moment the tips of my fingers connect with the glass, a tremor runs through my body, several cracks appearing on the tank. Dashiell stumbles backwards with me in his arms. As if on cue, the glass shatters and my floating body collapses to the bottom of the tank. In that instant, my vision bleeds white and I'm suddenly left with a feeling of bleak emptiness. Terrified, I reach out for my mate's subconsciousness. However, I fail to reach him every time I try. Am I dead? I can't help but wonder. While I ponder on this, I hear Dashiell's voice. He's calling out my name with desperation. He's pleading with me to stay with him. In my feverish haze, a feminine voice fills my head. This voice sounds just like Dakota's.'Go to him. You have my blessings.'With a gasp, my eyes shoot open, and a pair of strong arms pull me into an embrace.
DASHIELL Hearing my mate's voice in my head for the first time in days, spurred me into overdrive. Like a storm, I head straight for the headquarters of the Guild. Despite the large numbers of officials that try to get in my way, I don't hesitate to take them down. Once I'm below ground level, I finally encounter the members of the Six. West had taken his time to get me information on every member of the Six. Therefore, it's pretty easy to recognize them."Do you think we will let you through? Surrender now and save yourself the embarrassment," one of them says to me. I snort in amusement. They clearly do not know what I'm capable of. "Hand over your keys. It's going to save you a lot of trouble if you do," I state, and they all stiffen, exchanging bewildered glances with each other."How do you know about the keys?" One of them asks, and I shrug, nonchalantly."It's none of your business. Now, are we doing this or not?" I've barely completed my statement when two members
DAKOTA I'm freezing. This place, which looks more like a dungeon than a prison cell, has no source of illumination. Therefore, everything is pitch black. Ocean growls in my head, her frustration bleeding into me. My head is throbbing, probably from colliding with the floor when I collapsed. With my limbs firmly tied up, my movements are limited. Even so, I am determined to get out of this place. Even if it means that I'll have to crawl out of it. The heavy door creaks open, and Landon walks in. He halts by the door for a moment, his grey eyes watching me with pity. Slowly, he walks towards me and crouches in front of me, bringing a hand to my face."It's such a pity. I had such great plans for you, but you ruined it all. I believed in you, Mel. You disappointed me. Now, you will have to pay the price for it," he whispers, brushing my hair away from my face.Pulling away from him, I rest my head on the wall."That's quite funny, you know? You claim to have big plans for me, but