The other werewolf nodded at Jeremy. It was subtle, but I fucking saw it, and I was ready to intervene. He approached Bethany, but before he could touch her, the vampire skillfully glided between them facing Bethany and said gently, smiling.“Please, Miss, come with me. I’ll hear what you have to say.” He looked almost thirty, but I bet he is a few centuries older.“Hey, François, don’t worry about it. I’ll handle this,” declared the werewolf as he tried to reach for her, but that vampire was a smooth operator.He skillfully slithered his arm around Bethany’s upper back in a comforting manner and reassured charmingly, “I got this, Josh. I suggest you finish questioning Mr. Wulfric,” he said somewhat protectively, then turned his attention to Bethany looking at her benevolently. “Besides, this beautiful lady seems distraught. You might scare her.”I hear Chad next to me tutting out of frustration. “Let us talk privately, my lady; then you can tell me everything,” François cajoled tend
I sat in the car in pure silence. Even my beast knew when I was like this, it needed to shut up. As I was about five minutes into a fifteen-minute drive home, I noticed many people and even the odd large wolf roaming the streets. That fucker better make sure he finds Laura. My mind drifted back to that arsehole's question. His mocking voice, still fresh in my mind. “Yes, I am a fucking abomination, but not by choice!” I muttered out loud as I let my foul mood dictate my actions. A fucking hybrid demigod and a disgrace to the Gods and mortals. Bound to live forever with no given purpose and destined to never truly belong anywhere. I should not have existed; my father was never supposed to have a mate, let alone be able to produce offspring. My mother, Ylfa, princess of the werewolves, was to be the third Luna Queen to take over from her father. A she-wolf destined for greatness, but all of that was taken away from her due to raw primal greed. The moment that bastard discovered he
**Keres POV** I observed my honeycomb from afar as my healer frantically attended to her most severe wounds. Though my face seemed emotionless, I was fucking livid! I'll mindlessly eradicate any poor unsuspecting soul who dares have the balls to approach me now. I looked down at my bloodied clothes. This was not how things should have transpired! This was not part of the plan. I plucked the damp blood-crusted handkerchief from my pocket and began suckling it. Closing my eyes at the decadent flavour, trying to ease my temper. I could not explain it, but my honeycomb's blood tasted so sweet, richer than rare wine, sweeter than any mystical fruit I was fortunate enough to taste. Is this why I was always so drawn to her? No! Not once did I ever wish to drink her blood! My mind started to delve back to when I found Laura in the dumpster. My cold blood boiling once more. It was unmistakable. I felt my servant's presence surrounding my sweeting. No doubt her toy was with her. I'd wager an
I teased her lips with my fingers, then carefully grabbed her neck and started kissing her. Amber was putty in my hands, throwing herself at me. This is going to be so satisfying, I sang to myself.I started tearing her blouse with my sharp nails. She moaned as my cold hands caressed her needy shivering frame, but she knew she was not allowed to touch me in return. I heard her thoughts, crying and begging for me to change my mind and love her in return."I know you want me, my obsessed servant, now clear your mind," I husked after I stopped the kiss. I have her right where I want her. I removed her brassiere effortlessly and grabbed her perky breasts. She trembled at my touch, leaning into my hold. I roughly flipped her towards my desk and Amber instinctively knew to bend forward."If only you were this obedient, instead of scheming little futile plots with your new toy," I grunted, angrily and clawed at her skirt, scraping her flesh in the process. She moaned with pleasure, but I cou
**Jeremy's POV**It's been three fucking days! THREE! And I have gained nothing for my patience. No leads, no sightings, not even a single fucking clue, scent, a lock of hair—FUCKING NOTHING!! My emotions are spiralling; it's all over the place. I am so fucking ANGRY! I need my mate; the longer she is away from me, the more feral Drud and I become. I am struggling to think rationally and to function normally. I need my mate; I need my Laura. Fuck, ever since I got paired with her, all my emotions are explosive, and I am even more unhinged.I looked outside the back passenger window; we're on the highway, and the moving view was fitting as I struggled to focus on anything. My mind is a raging storm. Is this how it feels when paired with a mate that has your heart? I hear Drud hum in agreement as he listens to my thoughts.My eyes drift to my mate's phone in my hand. Holding this is now the only thing that connects me to her. The only fucking thing I have been staring at for hours on en
The drive was tedious indeed; Adrian was right to worry. Drud was completely pissed after we saw the pictures. He so desperately wanted us to shift and run, or go and attack that half-breed... Lynal... no, Liam is the fucker's name."The cunt never answered my question, but he is undoubtedly no pureblood. I'd love to know what he is, then we can find his weakness and kill him," Drud snapped, ever so pissed."Seeing that he is a mixed abomination, pure silver won't do the trick," I sighed, displeased. "Chad did mention he had some reptilic features. Did you notice how he was shitting himself when he came to report to me?""That little runt did a poor job at interrogating the hybrid," Drud snorted in disgust."That fool probably has weresnake in his genes; it's no wonder he never revealed himself to our mate. She would have been so scared of him," I laughed. "Such a vindictive fucker, but I approve," my wolf hummed. "Speaking about the police, I am still sceptical about that vampire wh
**Laura's POV**It's been sometime now since I regained consciousness. I'm not sure if it has been hours, but all I know is it's been too long. I can't move, and there is only darkness; it's unnerving. I can sense a presence close to me, but my ears are blocked. Or am I deaf? I don't know what to feel because every single emotion is competing for dominance. I feel frightened because Jerry might be right next to me. Relieved I'm still alive. Bitterness towards the injustice fucking life has bestowed upon me ever since I acknowledged my existence! Sadness as I have lost my face, the only thing that made me feel somewhat happy about myself. Michael! I can't believe he and Amber went that far! Why? Why go through all of that on a nobody such as myself? What the fuck is wrong with that dick?! Ruining my life just because things didn't go his way? Even the whole ordeal at the bistro was extreme, exaggerated, and cruel. Showing the whole city, he got someone better, the ideal woman who
***Michael's POV***The bed is shaking uncontrollably as I am pounding the shit out of a chick I found at the club last night. She seems to be enjoying it. Moans escaping her lips, and the way her body is responding to every thrust, speak volumes about my performance. I, on the other hand, am pissed and anxious, seeking a means to release my stress.Today is the day Keres promised to collect his so-called ‘dept.’ I was betting on partying pretty hard last night until I passed out, having an excuse for being missing in action. But when I found this easy babe, I changed my plans. Fuck! I don't know what that douche has planned, but I swear, whatever it is, I will make sure it backfires.I’ll get him back for meddling in my personal life and for what he did to Amber. This chick is suddenly screaming words, but it’s all muffled to me. My thoughts are everywhere else, except on this. I struggle to find my release, and it pisses me off even more! Even though the way this woman is writhing b
**Keres POV**"It's been nineteen days with you in my care, my sweet. Spending each day with you like this has had me on cloud nine," I say out loud as I study this sleeping angel before me. This has been my routine every day, remaining close to my honeycomb, talking to her, touching her. Praying for this interaction to somehow make her grow close to me.My eyes remain fixed on her. So peaceful, so unaware of everything, and safe from everyone. She is absolutely breathtaking, and I find it more and more difficult each day not to kiss her lips, but I will endure and wait. It is a moment I wish to share and experience with her when she is awake."Oh my sweet, sweet honeycomb," I murmured, playing with her soft long locks between my fingers while taking a thirsty sip of wine."Now this is a sight I'd never thought I'd witness!" teased a familiar sultry voice.I looked up only to see a tall cloaked woman approaching me. "My, my, Rosalind, it has been so long," I said, taken aback when I r
***Jeremy's POV***It has been a week since my mate disappeared. I have neglected to prepare for and attend any of my gigs. I am going downhill, but I couldn't give a shit about my image. All I care about is my mate; I need her! She is all that I can think about. The longer we are tied together in this bond, the more I lose my resolve. She has become my whole fucking world, and that is dangerous! She is my everything, and I am struggling. “Araaah!” I scream as I bench press weights by myself, roaring each time as I lift the bar away from my face. On the last lift, I threw the fucking thing across the room, leaving a massive hole in the wall. Drud takes over, and we let out a deafening roar of agony and anger. We lift the treadmill and throw it against the other gym equipment, creating complete desolation. This chaos was not enough. The room echoed with our bones cracking, grinding and snapping as we shifted into our two-legged werewolf form. Drud and I are in sync, but our judgment
Ah, I get it now. That’s why he is so lost and ghostlike. Why care for her so much? I felt adrenaline rush through me as jealousy penetrated my heart, but I replied, pretending to seem unfazed, “Not that I know of, and frankly, I don’t give a shit. You’re better off getting another waitress than worrying about her.” “Un-fucking-believable,” he snarled, then shoved past me and disappeared to the manager's office. Fucking dick, as if I will tell him where Lau is right now. If it wasn't for him giving her a job, she'd still be dependent on me! Keres would never have fucking found her! Keres! I cursed to myself as I remembered the reason why I was here, then rushed to where he and his goons were waiting. "So glad you could finally join us, Michael," Keres greeted somewhat happily. I remained quiet with my head high, not giving the slightest fucks. I cowered in fear once, but not anymore. Once I sat down, I finally managed to get a look at the fucker as I glared at him defiantly. He se
***Michael's POV***The bed is shaking uncontrollably as I am pounding the shit out of a chick I found at the club last night. She seems to be enjoying it. Moans escaping her lips, and the way her body is responding to every thrust, speak volumes about my performance. I, on the other hand, am pissed and anxious, seeking a means to release my stress.Today is the day Keres promised to collect his so-called ‘dept.’ I was betting on partying pretty hard last night until I passed out, having an excuse for being missing in action. But when I found this easy babe, I changed my plans. Fuck! I don't know what that douche has planned, but I swear, whatever it is, I will make sure it backfires.I’ll get him back for meddling in my personal life and for what he did to Amber. This chick is suddenly screaming words, but it’s all muffled to me. My thoughts are everywhere else, except on this. I struggle to find my release, and it pisses me off even more! Even though the way this woman is writhing b
**Laura's POV**It's been sometime now since I regained consciousness. I'm not sure if it has been hours, but all I know is it's been too long. I can't move, and there is only darkness; it's unnerving. I can sense a presence close to me, but my ears are blocked. Or am I deaf? I don't know what to feel because every single emotion is competing for dominance. I feel frightened because Jerry might be right next to me. Relieved I'm still alive. Bitterness towards the injustice fucking life has bestowed upon me ever since I acknowledged my existence! Sadness as I have lost my face, the only thing that made me feel somewhat happy about myself. Michael! I can't believe he and Amber went that far! Why? Why go through all of that on a nobody such as myself? What the fuck is wrong with that dick?! Ruining my life just because things didn't go his way? Even the whole ordeal at the bistro was extreme, exaggerated, and cruel. Showing the whole city, he got someone better, the ideal woman who
The drive was tedious indeed; Adrian was right to worry. Drud was completely pissed after we saw the pictures. He so desperately wanted us to shift and run, or go and attack that half-breed... Lynal... no, Liam is the fucker's name."The cunt never answered my question, but he is undoubtedly no pureblood. I'd love to know what he is, then we can find his weakness and kill him," Drud snapped, ever so pissed."Seeing that he is a mixed abomination, pure silver won't do the trick," I sighed, displeased. "Chad did mention he had some reptilic features. Did you notice how he was shitting himself when he came to report to me?""That little runt did a poor job at interrogating the hybrid," Drud snorted in disgust."That fool probably has weresnake in his genes; it's no wonder he never revealed himself to our mate. She would have been so scared of him," I laughed. "Such a vindictive fucker, but I approve," my wolf hummed. "Speaking about the police, I am still sceptical about that vampire wh
**Jeremy's POV**It's been three fucking days! THREE! And I have gained nothing for my patience. No leads, no sightings, not even a single fucking clue, scent, a lock of hair—FUCKING NOTHING!! My emotions are spiralling; it's all over the place. I am so fucking ANGRY! I need my mate; the longer she is away from me, the more feral Drud and I become. I am struggling to think rationally and to function normally. I need my mate; I need my Laura. Fuck, ever since I got paired with her, all my emotions are explosive, and I am even more unhinged.I looked outside the back passenger window; we're on the highway, and the moving view was fitting as I struggled to focus on anything. My mind is a raging storm. Is this how it feels when paired with a mate that has your heart? I hear Drud hum in agreement as he listens to my thoughts.My eyes drift to my mate's phone in my hand. Holding this is now the only thing that connects me to her. The only fucking thing I have been staring at for hours on en
I teased her lips with my fingers, then carefully grabbed her neck and started kissing her. Amber was putty in my hands, throwing herself at me. This is going to be so satisfying, I sang to myself.I started tearing her blouse with my sharp nails. She moaned as my cold hands caressed her needy shivering frame, but she knew she was not allowed to touch me in return. I heard her thoughts, crying and begging for me to change my mind and love her in return."I know you want me, my obsessed servant, now clear your mind," I husked after I stopped the kiss. I have her right where I want her. I removed her brassiere effortlessly and grabbed her perky breasts. She trembled at my touch, leaning into my hold. I roughly flipped her towards my desk and Amber instinctively knew to bend forward."If only you were this obedient, instead of scheming little futile plots with your new toy," I grunted, angrily and clawed at her skirt, scraping her flesh in the process. She moaned with pleasure, but I cou
**Keres POV** I observed my honeycomb from afar as my healer frantically attended to her most severe wounds. Though my face seemed emotionless, I was fucking livid! I'll mindlessly eradicate any poor unsuspecting soul who dares have the balls to approach me now. I looked down at my bloodied clothes. This was not how things should have transpired! This was not part of the plan. I plucked the damp blood-crusted handkerchief from my pocket and began suckling it. Closing my eyes at the decadent flavour, trying to ease my temper. I could not explain it, but my honeycomb's blood tasted so sweet, richer than rare wine, sweeter than any mystical fruit I was fortunate enough to taste. Is this why I was always so drawn to her? No! Not once did I ever wish to drink her blood! My mind started to delve back to when I found Laura in the dumpster. My cold blood boiling once more. It was unmistakable. I felt my servant's presence surrounding my sweeting. No doubt her toy was with her. I'd wager an