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I've been writing this book since last two years and finishing it has been such a task.I've been super busy, and at some point, I had writer's block. But, I really wanted to finish it.If you have questions about the characters, please ask away. I'm also thinking of writing a book based on West and his new love interest. If you also want this, please indicate. Thank you once more for taking the time to read this book. Please check out my other books if you have the time.Much love!Mwaaa!DAKOTA "Mel, it's not what you think. I-I can assure you" My boyfriend of two years stammers while I stand in front of the bed, frozen to the spot. Vera scrambles out of bed, holding the white sheets to her chest. I feel like I am dreaming. It doesn't make sense that Vera has just been in bed with my boyfriend. Vera who is supposed to be my bestfriend. Vera who had rubbed my back and let me cry in her arms each time I recalled the pain my ex-mate had caused me. I swallow hard, the tears stinging my eyes. My heart hurts. I feel like I'm suffocating. "Melanie, I-"I cut her off before she can complete her statement. "How long has this been going on?" I ask, my voice shaky. "That's not-" Carter can barely look me in the eyes. It is at this point that the rage sets in. "I'm going to kill you. Right here. Right now" my voice has gone so cold, I can barely recognize it. Color drains from their faces and they start to back away, already pleading with me. I am trembling as my blood b
DAKOTA The guy who has just kissed me on the forehead, waves a hand in front of my face and leans closer to me. He's so good looking. But, who is he? Why is he shoving his face in mine? What in the world is going on? "Love? You remember me, right?" He asks. I swallow hard. He looks so heartbroken, I want to cry for him. "Kota, do you really not remember us?" the first guy asks. I don't know what to say. How can I tell them that I am not the 'Kota' they used to know? "You're my little sister, Kota. How can you not remember that?" the blue eyed guy asks, his voice cracking at the end of his statement. I want to give him a hug. "I'm sorry" I croak. The shock of hearing my new voice washes over me. It is sweeter and a lot warmer than my actual voice. Gosh, I must have hit quite the jackpot. However, that excitement is short lived when tears begin to fall from the warm brown eyes of the guy who had called me 'Love'."Don't you remember me? It's me, Hunter. Your Hunter. Babe, why are
DASHIELL She stares at me with wide blue eyes, her lips parted. Dakota has always been a beautiful sight. The last time I'd seen her is six months ago. I had heard about her accident from her brother. According to him, she is currently suffering from amnesia. Now, I find it strange that she's right here in the lobby. Besides, there's a look in her eyes that clearly states that she recognizes me. I am curious about that. "Do you recognize me?" I ask and she blinks. "Have we met before?" She asks. I let out a sigh. Right, she probably just thinks I'm familiar. "Did you come here alone?" I ask. She nods her head. Then, she shakes her head. She looks confused. "Were you alone? You shouldn't be left alone. I'll call your brother to come pick you up" I tell her and she nods, lowering her gaze to the ground.All of a sudden, I feel a strong pull towards her and the urge to imprint on her washes over me. I freeze, my thumb hovering over the screen of my phone. I stare at Dakota who is
FEW HOURS BEFORE THE BANQUET.VIOLET My date looks nervous and can barely make eye contact with me. He keeps fidgeting on his seat and the constant act of him clearing his throat is already starting to annoy me. My sister had set me up on a blind date. Apparently, he is a friend of hers. It is the only reason why I'm not walking out of the diner right now. "Do you like your food?" Malcolm asks after what feels like decades. "It's nice. I like it" I respond and he licks his lower lips. "I don't know much about you. Can you enlighten me?" he says, bringing a glass of red wine to his lips. For a moment, I'm distracted by the vibrant color of the liquid as he gulps it down. I realize that I'm actually starving. The last time I drank blood is five days ago. I've been quite busy with work. "... listening?" I blink, refocusing my attention on Malcolm who looks puzzled. "Sorry, what were you saying?" I ask, giving him an apologetic smile. He parts his lips to say something but
DAKOTA Few hours before the banquet. Clenching my fists, I tap my right foot on the ground, repeatedly. The silence is discomforting, almost eerie. For the past sixty minutes, I've been sitting here in this large room with it's imposing paintings and jarring interior decorations. On the center table is a bottle of wine and a couple of wine glasses. My anxiety is peaking. Earlier, I'd been summoned by The Six. I'd stepped out of the house and had arrived at a strange looking building. My limbs had moved of their own accord. I find it disturbing. But, what can I do? The Six basically gave me a rare opportunity, I don't have a choice."You're here."I look up, my gaze meeting Landon's warm ones. He's standing in front of the door, a hint of a smile on his lips. He walks towards me and sits on the couch directly opposite me. He picks up the bottle of wine and opens it. I watch him as he pours the red liquid into two of the wine glasses. He hands one of them to me. I hesitan
DAKOTA "Give me an answer, Dakota. Did someone ask you to go after the seals?" "What seals? What on Earth are you talking about?" I demand, deciding to feign ignorance. "You know exactly what I'm talking about. Don't lie to me" he spits, his eyes flashing with rage. He is intimidating this way. It is taking me so much will power to stand upright before him. "I told you, I don't know what you're talking about! Stop accusing me!" I cry out. His expression falters, confusion written all over his face. "Get your hand off my mate, right now."I freeze at the sound of Hunter's voice. Dashiell's frown deepens. Slowly, he releases my hand from his grip."Your mate?" Hunter approaches us and takes my hand in his. His gaze meets Dashiell's."You heard me." My heart sinks. If Hunter was Dakota's mate and Dashiell is my mate, my secret is bound to be exposed. The only way to prevent it from happening is to block my scent, subsequently blocking out Dashiell's ability to sense me. "S
DASHIELL"...signed contracts... Ashville...CEO will be visiting today...Sir? Are you alright?" I can vaguely hear the voice of my PA.I lower my head, trying to breathe through the gut wrenching pain threatening to rip me apart. "Sir? Should I get help? You don't look so good-""I'm fine" I cut him off, leaning back on my chair as my vision dulls. A groan escapes my lips as the pain reaches it's peak, nearly bringing me to my knees. I can no longer tell where I am."Dash! Hey! Focus!...at me!" West's voice drifts into my ears as I struggle to stay conscious. Slowly, the pain lessens. I can now make out the feeling of West patting my face to keep me awake. "You can stop doing that, West" I mutter, exhaling slowly."What the hell just happened? You scared me!" He stresses, his eyes wide. "I don't know""Do you need to lie down?""I'm fine. I just..I just need to catch my breath" I whisper, keeping my eyes closed. "This can't be normal. It's been years....No....decades since I've
DAKOTA The tension between Dashiell and the newcomer is edge cutting. West looks worried. He seems to be aware of the history between the two. At first, I had mixed feelings about Violet. Now that she has appeared again, I have realized that she's the member of the Guild Landon had spoken of. She is beautiful, anyone can see that. Clad in a pair of white pants, black ankle boots, a t-shirt and a black leather jacket, Violet is a solid ten. I can tell by merely looking at her. Needless to say, she's giving off ex girlfriend vibes. "What are you doing here?" Dashiell is the first to snap out of his haze. She ignores his question, her gaze drifting and meeting mine."You must be making friends already. Who is she?" She states. "You haven't answered my question, Violet" "What's with the unfriendly stare, Dash? We used to be crazy in love with each other, remember?"The look in her eyes says otherwise. She's still in love with him. I avert my gaze to Dashiell. I'm startled by how cold h
Thank you for giving this book a chance, you're such a darling!!!I've been writing this book since last two years and finishing it has been such a task. I've been super busy, and at some point, I had writer's block. But, I really wanted to finish it. If you have questions about the characters, please ask away. I'm also thinking of writing a book based on West and his new love interest. If you also want this, please indicate. Thank you once more for taking the time to read this book. Please check out my other books if you have the time.Much love!Mwaaa!
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