He rested his fingertips against his temples, and Bella closed her eyes as she felt him slipping in. The invasion was far more intimate and forceful than anything he had done to her body, and she resisted it instinctively as fury overtook her on the brink of orgasm. She could feel him shifting past her carefully constructed walls, and her power wanted him out, even if her conscious decision was to give him control. A low growl she'd never heard before escaped her throat, and for a moment, she wanted nothing more than to rip into the nearest person's throat. Rage was making it impossible to remember that she happened to love the only two people who were close. “Should you stop?” Brendan's voice was worried. It sounded distant, like it was coming from another room. “No, it's fine. This is what happens when you use force to break past a vampire's defenses. Bella!” Victor's voice called her back to herself, at least partially. His hands hovered over either side of her head, and his thu
“Yeah, she'll call if anything goes wrong,” Bella promised. “Except maybe if something goes wrong with Foster. He's a bit of a hypochondriac and she comes in here at least twice a day with an 'emergency,'” Clara said, sighing. “Just do what I do. Go on WebDoc and show him proof that whatever he's experiencing isn't some horrible rare disease.” “Got it. And these?” Bella asked, gesturing to Clara's files. “I'm just sorting them alphabetically. They go on that rack over there, and then I was going to change the linens on all the cots, but you don't need to do any of that.” “I'll do it,” Bella said immediately. “I've used the laundry room before, it's no trouble.” “Are you sure?” Bella pushed her gently toward the door. “Go, we'll be fine. Get some rest and eat something, but not necessarily in that order.” She sighed, her shoulders drooping in relief. “Thank you.” Bella smiled. “Anytime, Clara.” Once she closed the door, Bella took a deep breath and knocked on the private room's
Bella smiled a little. “That's what I called Darian the first time I saw his wolf form, you know.” “Yeah, and we all know how well that relationship turned out.” “Maybe, but Darian's wolf form looks like a stuffed animal compared to Victor's,” Bella admitted. “He just needs some time to adjust to you.” “Why can't you sedate him?” Brendan asked, changing the subject. “You were there when Victor blocked me from being able to use mind control without his permission,” Bella reminded him. “Calming is a form of mind control.” “Huh. Mind-control-ception.” “Tell me about it.” “Where is Victor, anyway? Can't he just calm Maverick down himself?” “He's in meetings all day and Clara is taking a much-needed nap. She's not getting woken up for anything short of a mortal wound if I can help it.” “So what can we do? He's already been stressed out enough.” “I had an idea. Make all the jokes you want, but I've had two wolf mates and both times their scents were enough to comfort me no matter w
Bella pulled out his drawer where a few shirts still lay unfolded from his haphazard attempt at packing. No wonder he'd been so careless. He was never planning on taking a bag, or his truck. That was all for show just to trick her into thinking he was going on vacation. Of course he wasn't hanging out in some low-budget motel watching daytime TV and visiting distant friends. The truth was, he was either knee-deep in vampire blood or tracking down hunters in a reckless attempt to get himself killed. Good thing she didn't care anymore. It was only when she sat down on his bed that she realized she had picked up one of his shirts. She had to be careful not to hit her head on the low bunk above her since he had moved from their old room into one of the extras that was clearly meant to house more than one wolf. How he navigated the cramped lower bunk, she'd never know. Maybe it was easier than being surrounded by reminders of her. The juvenile furniture made her wonder whether
"Why?" Bella's voice sounded hoarse and her lips tingled in disappointment. "Because I think I know a way to bring you back. I just wasn't sure if it was the right thing to do, or if I should just let you move on," he said quietly. "Now I know." "I still love Victor," she told him gently. "That won't ever change, Darian. I bear his mark." She held up her right hand, and Victor's blood-red crescent seal was fully visible, unlike in the real world. "Maybe so, but you still bear mine, too," he said confidently. "No. Not anymore." Her traitorous, conflicted emotions seemed to have returned in the dream world. He took her left wrist and held it up. To her amazement, there it was—the royal blue wolf's head surrounded by a perfect circle was emblazoned on the back of her hand every bit as clearly as Victor's mark. It was the first time she had ever seen it in its true form. "How?" she whispered. "This is just a dream." "It's not just a dream," he said. "I saw it again before I left. It
It took a moment for his words to sink in. Bella looked between Ulric and Victor, trying to make sense of it. “I think I heard you wrong,” she said slowly. “You didn't. No vampire will be killed for the ritual,” said Ulric. “Your mate has sufficiently convinced me that the risk of you dying is nonexistent, and you'd be far more of a risk to yourself if we brought in a substitute. I was adamantly opposed until he informed me that he'd done some considerable research of his own.” “You did that for me?” Bella asked in disbelief, turning to him. He smiled reluctantly. “I did say I was going to be on the phone all day, I just didn't say why. I've spoken to every wolf, psychic, and priest in a thousand-mile radius. Once I explained the incident in Atlanta and your hybrid nature, the general consensus was that you'll experience desiccation again and nothing more. Prentice's letter just corroborated it.” “I still can't believe you—” Bella broke off when tears started streaming
Bella let out an exasperated sigh. “I am not still in love with Darian. Victor is the one. The only one.” “I'm sorry to tell you, but the mark can't exist without love,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “I don't make the rules, but if she can figure out who did, go ahead and take it up with them, by all means. Throw in a few cross words for me while you're at it.” “I'm glad you find this so funny.” “I don't find it funny at all,” he admitted. “This mess happens to involve three people I love more than anything and, by blood or by fate, they're all my children. I knew from the moment Darian brought you into my study that night that there was no way for this to turn out that wouldn't hurt all of you, no matter who she ends up choosing.” Bella said nothing, so he continued. “Their souls are intertwined and they always have been. Not just hers and theirs, but Darian's and Victor's as well. Some say twins are two halves of the same soul, so what do you think happens when one of those
The next day passed uneventfully and swiftly at the same time. As much as Bella wanted to get the ritual over with so everyone would finally be safe, part of her was still anxious. She was doing her best not to show it, but she knew Victor could tell. He caught up with her in the kitchen as she was making a midday meal of toast and eggs on a whim. “You're eating?” Victor's tone was full of surprise. Bella turned around and saw that his hair was still damp from the shower. “Another run?” she asked, matching his incredulity. The treadmill had seen more action than the Shibari crane in the dungeon ever since lockdown. “I have to burn off the excess energy somehow,” he said, grabbing a bottle of water out of the refrigerator. “Are you hungry? I made plenty.” “No,” he said, eying the skillet. “Since when do you eat more than once a day? Not that I'm complaining.” “I don't know, I've just been hungry lately. Anyway, I'm hoping it'll put my stomach at ease
Bella froze when she realized what she was doing and tossed the pieces in the empty bread basket to hide the evidence. “Sorry,” she murmured, blushing. “You uh, get my blood boiling.”“I can tell,” he said, blinking. He looked down at his hands. “I'm sorry. I had no idea I was that intolerable.”“But you're not,” Bella said earnestly. “You make me angrier than anyone else, but you also make me laugh more than anyone else. You push me, sometimes to the brink of sanity, but she's a better person when she's with him. He's all of those annoying things, but he's also sweet and funny and protective and so compassionate toward the other members of the pack. He's a natural-born leader, and a good one. Whenever she sees the way he is with the other wolves, the way he cares for them and puts their needs above his own without even thinking, she falls a little more in love with him.” He stared at her in shock. “You love me? And you're admitting that freely?”Bella laughed, embarrassed. T
Bella reached across the table and rested her hand on his forearm. “You make it sound like I'm the one who's out of your league and not the other way around.” His eyebrows knit into a perplexed frown. He finally relaxed as if he'd given up trying to figure out whatever it was that was bothering him. “You are. Even aside from the fact that you're probably one of the mythological creatures our entire religion is based on, I don't deserve you. Neither does he, but I'm a big enough man to admit that Vic is a hell of a lot closer to being worthy of you than I am.” “Don't be so sure about that,” Bella said with a wry smile. “You both have your positive qualities.” “And negative ones, I'm sure.” Bella smiled wider.“Well, let's have it. Give me the side-by-side analysis,” he said, sitting back and folding his hands studiously on the table in front of him since he had already finished his meal.She laughed, but stopped abruptly when she realized he wasn't kidding. “You're
Bella reached across the table and rested her hand on his forearm. “You make it sound like I'm the one who's out of your league and not the other way around.” His eyebrows knit into a perplexed frown. He finally relaxed as if he'd given up trying to figure out whatever it was that was bothering him. “You are. Even aside from the fact that you're probably one of the mythological creatures our entire religion is based on, I don't deserve you. Neither does he, but I'm a big enough man to admit that Vic is a hell of a lot closer to being worthy of you than I am.” “Don't be so sure about that,” Bella said with a wry smile. “You both have your positive qualities.” “And negative ones, I'm sure.” Bella smiled wider.“Well, let's have it. Give me the side-by-side analysis,” he said, sitting back and folding his hands studiously on the table in front of him since he had already finished his meal.She laughed, but stopped abruptly when she realized he wasn't kidding. “You're
“Not sweet, innocent Clara,” Bella said doubtfully. “Oh, I've caught Jason coming out of her apartment once or twice.” “Jason and Clara?” Bella blanched. “But he's so... He chuckled at her reaction. “I know. Doubt he's her type, but the moon makes everyone go crazy, especially unmated fleurs. The rest of us try to stick to our subs, but what happens on a full moon stays on a full moon.”“Until now,” Bella reminded him. “You just told me.”“Hey, you didn't hear it from me.”Bella grinned mischievously. “Nope. I'm thinking now I own you.”“I don't go that way, kiddo. Not even for you,” he scoffed. “Now, if you ever decide you want a new master...”“My contract with Victor isn't exclusive. And don't try to change the subject.”“Sheesh. Okay, fine. It's probably already pretty obvious, but Brendan and Clarence don't just take care of Foster's emotional needs. They share him as a sub, but there's no relationship there otherwise. I'm pretty sure even that's tapered off since
"Are all the others out?" Bella asked, noting that the lot was almost empty. "Most of them," he said. "Clara and your dad are still around, as usual. Vic has been holed up in his office all day. Hunter and Clarence are still frolicking in the woods somewhere. Brendan was heading out with Maverick last I heard and uh, I think I saw Sarah with Jason." Anger started to boil inside Bella, but it couldn't take hold for some reason. "Oh, whatever," she muttered. "As long as she's leaving Dad alone." He glanced at her as he turned onto the road that led past campus. "That's a surprisingly zen attitude you got there." "I'm trying out a new approach to life," Bella said, admiring the heavily forested path. He shrugged. "Hey, I'm not complaining as long as you're okay.""I'm okay," Bella said. For the first time in a long time, she meant it.No one said a word for the rest of the ride. Darian took them into the city, or at least what passed for one in their little section o
A knock at the door jolted Bella awake from the most delightful nap. Despite the dull throbbing in her head, she woke feeling more refreshed and alive than she had in recent memory. “Be right there,” she called, yawning as she sat up. Her head spun a bit once she got to her feet, but it wasn't bad enough to make her stagger.On her way to the door, she noticed something strange about her room. All her stuff was there, but it looked like half of the room had been cleared out. Before the thought could trouble her too much, she remembered that Victor had probably just come for the remainder of his old things. She did have his old room, after all. Strange that he wouldn't have mentioned it, though.She shrugged it off and pulled the door open to find Darian waiting on the other side. At least, she thought it was Darian. The man before her had lightly slicked back hair, a stark contrast from his usual tousled brown locks. He wasn't wearing a suit or anything, but for Darian, a gray b
When Bella turned around, he was walking toward her calmly. She pressed herself against the door and struggled to slow her fluttering pulse as she looked around the room for escape. The window was too far to reach, and even if she did somehow manage to escape, she would only be prolonging the inevitable. Once Victor set his mind on something, no matter how horrible that something was, he got it. It briefly occurred to her that maybe that was why he was doing this. Maybe he thought his will had been strong enough to conquer her own and that removing all traces of it was the only way she would truly be free to choose. “I'm sorry, pup. I didn't want this to be a traumatic experience,” he murmured. “I was planning on waiting until tomorrow night, but it's just as well that I don't have time to talk myself out of this.” “Please don't do this,” she begged for what seemed like the hundredth time. “I don't want to forget you.” “You won't forget me,” he said softly. “J
“Of course,” Bella said, startled that he felt like he had to ask. “Well, I know you didn't like him so I just thought...” He trailed off, losing his enthusiasm for a moment. “Thank you. It would mean a lot to have you there. Victor is coming, and he said your dad would probably want to come, too.” He glanced toward the stairs. “I'll let you go; I have to find Brendan.” “He's probably still out with the others celebrating, but I know he was planning on seeing if you wanted to go out later,” Bella said carefully. “Oh, darn. I wanted to invite him, but I'll just have to wait until later. Bye, Bella!” he waved, already halfway down the hall. “Bye, Mav.” Bella waved back, mystified. Barely recovered from the macabre interaction, she knocked on Victor's office door and waited for permission before she entered. “Aren't you supposed to be with him?” was his immediate response. “Hi to you, too,” Bella muttered, walking over to his desk.He gave her an apologetic sm
“I'm fine,” Bella lied, brushing past her. She grabbed Bella's arm before she could head up the stairs. “You're a terrible liar,” she said, sounding a bit disappointed. “You get that from your father, obviously. Tell me what's wrong, maybe I can help.” “I went out to watch the others shift,” Bella said, leaning on the railing. “Now there's an all-American pastime,” she said, casting a lustful glance in the direction of the forest. “Honey, trust me, if your boy toys are upset about you sneaking a little peek at the competition, they probably don't have the equipment for the job in the first place.” “That's not it!” Bella snapped. “And they both have plenty of equipment for the—they're both well equipped, okay?” Bella stammered. “That's not what this is about.” “No?” She blinked. “Then what?” “I left the Lodge by myself. Months ago, Victor put a mental block up that would keep me from leaving the Lodge without permission,” Bella said. “It was our trade