☽☽☽MIKAEL'S POV☾☾☾I sensed her distress metres away. It'd ruched in bows of belligerent pain and the desire to be weaned from it. However, when I get in her notice, it shuts off, and the connection I'd drawn on splits in two. It's exceptionally bizarre since it is as if she'd rapidly stopped giving off cues of her discomfort without any problem.How long must it have taken her to perfect the skill of subtlety?"Give him permission to help me up." She motions at Makwa with an impatient impression that targets me about her."Why shall I give him a permit to do so when I can assist my own wife myself?"She blinks, head tilting like a doll's. A fair Luna she's made. Will she make an equally as good one in other areas? I know not, but I certainly would love to see her progress in due time."What happened to you, love?" I lower to her level on the ground and attempt to inspect the cause of her agony until I realise that the Beta still endures by us both. With a flick of a hand at him, hi
☽☽☽MIKAEL'S POV☾☾☾The green rings in her eyes shift into a lighter tone as we pass into the open ground."Yay. I can be alone soon.""You hate me yet?"She clears her throat unhurriedly. "I don't hate you, per se. We aren't buddies either. I forgive people when they are sorry for what they've done. You're not. So there's nothing to pardon.""Why do you harbour grudges for so long?" I've been considerate and patient so far, but there's been no change in her demeanour. I'm curious to know why she's so spiteful. Does she enjoy keeping malice?"It's not even been a day. How's that long?" She squints at me as if to glimpse something novel she hasn't before, then sighs deeply. "To answer your question, I retain the resentments I have towards people for a reasonable while as I don't want to forget what they've done and let myself be tricked or hurt by the same ploy anew.""How would you relate your reasoning to our situation?" I like the sleekness of her voice, so I ask for more clarifica
☽☽☽MIKAEL'S POV☾☾☾ "The bastard refuses to speak!" I fling the blasted papers off the table. Stupid reports that have no meaning litter the floor, and I tramp over them, grabbing my glass of brown liquid on my way to the small cut-out window. "It's been five fucking days!" "Maybe you've not tried enough," the foul-mouthed wolf taunts from his perch on the couch. "Your methods have always been inadequate from time, Alpha. I advise that you adopt mine, which has proven to yield better results." Snorting derisively, I flash my hand back and forth. "Save your breath," I suggest with an unsubtle glare. "I will not." "Why?" He pretends to be genuinely hurt, eyes awide, mouth slightly agape. "Conceivably..." I drawl, drenching my words in sarcasm. I'd take to mockery if it would make me feel the best as I fain for, but it'll not. Nothing will ease this foul mood of mine. "Possibly, it is that your methods involve maiming as a first resort. It might plainly be that reason, Fabian." He
☽☽☽MIKAEL'S POV☾☾☾ “...in all, what we find is not in Westardum. Connor has it hidden away somewhere not in the pack. My witch could detect no magic from the heart of the den. Mind you, she’s capable of deactivating cloaking spells, or rather, as she prefers to do, she sees through them. Apart from testing the strength of the pack, there were no benefits of the mission.” I scowl, taking stock of information that was not previously revealed to me. My advancement towards Fabian has his head snapping up to meet me with both eyebrows hoisted up in interrogation. “You searched for the key without mentioning of it?” “What?” He proudly wears an ardent frown. “Did you not heed when I said that I would make my objective of infiltrating the pack a double-edged sword, cutting down two queries at the same time?” “You might have said that,” my expression decays into that of a man vexed to no ends. “But you did not make me apprehend it. I remember your announcement from our brief discussion i
☽☽☽MIKAEL'S POV☾☾☾ "Welcome to Guttenbrieg. How have you been today?" She keeps it simple and formal, as she must be ignorant of whether the guest ranks higher than I. He doesn't, of course. But her necessary precaution entails initiative. "I have been well, Luna. Great now in your presence." Fabian ogles her appreciatively. My fist balls on my lap beneath the table. I want to bash his nose into his skull. "Saskia, this is the Alpha of Duttan, Fabian. You are free to address him however you wish." I alert her of the prerogative she owns, spelling out in bold that Fabian is below me and not the other way around. "Fabian, meet my wife, Saskia, former princess of Westardum, now Luna of Guttenbrieg." "It is a pleasure to meet you, Alpha." She nods, according to him due respect but with a minute change in how she regards him. In the present, she looks down at him without difficulty. "The honour is all mine, Luna. Completely mine." His scrutiny transmutes into something perverted as
☾☾☾SASKIA'S POV☽☽☽I knew from the moment Mikael made that absurd condition mandatory that the day was going to be flipped on its summit. Nevertheless, since his plan was to steal the peace and pleasure I'd have enjoyed on my own, mine was to make him miserable.Glaring at him, I'd tendered my half of the bargain. "I have my own condition too."His focus narrowed on me, and a childish thrill zipped through my nerve endings as I relished holding the hub of his attraction. "And that is?""You have to bake with me." He'd reared back in shock, trauma walloping down his features as if he were going through an ordeal. I fought the urge to laugh, letting it taper off, a dull reverberation in my stomach, as if I started, I would not be stopping any soon. "It's a good idea, right?"I could have sworn I caught his hackles rise in plain sight. He'd whitened to ash, which was the most hilarious thing in history. I could well send him to the grave if I requested that he do this, cooking and othe
☾☾☾SASKIA'S POV☽☽☽ "Whatever you say, Alpha." I suppress the latent, dangerous hum rising in my bosom. "What you've been doing matches a picture of you trying to babysit me." He strokes his clean-shaven chin, and it hits me all over again that he's no longer sporting a beard. It's flabbergasting to me that there's no difference to be noted, except his jaw is considerably more defined and visible. I don't know many males who do not regress down in years when they cut off the full brush on their face. Their features ordinarily lose the maturity possessed beforehand with the beard. Not Mikael. What I'm saying makes scarce sense, but not a single ounce of manliness has faded from him. He might be more attractive now, even. No more are the distractions from his icy blue eyes, which smoulder brilliantly, scorching me through the puffy sleeves of my winter jacket. I battle the sudden urge to hide behind a barricade. "You insist on calling it that. Perhaps, you should allocate a mor
☾☾☾SASKIA'S POV☽☽☽ "This is what I meant," in my distracted state, Mikael yanks out my hand from my pocket, and with it, my dagger is unearthed. "I see." "Someone might notice." I hiss, pushing his hand away and tucking the shielded blade back in my jacket. "Why do you care?" "I have to care because I don't want to be kicked off for possessing a dangerous weapon before I get all the items I want." "That should be no problem." His gravelly voice starts a chain of trembling reactions that empty their products in between my legs. Desire pools in my stomach and undies, and I turn a pack of nutmeg upside-down, almost tearing the thick paper as I attempt to read the 'best-before' date stamped on its side. Yup, my brain was mush. "We could go anywhere else." "Yes...but...I like this place." Bending at my waist, I stretch to grab a basket from the pile stuck in between two heaps of flour bags. The shock that transverses me nearly splits my racing heart in two at a hand cupping my rear