☾☾☾ SASKIA'S POV ☽☽☽ When Mikael said Kaleb was in the stocks, I did not think it would be an actual torture device complete with clasps and fasteners to lock limbs beneath heavy posts. Yet, that isn't what drops my jaw. The cause of my appalled awe is the fact that every object the seething werewolf is connected to has been fashioned from silver. "Woah." I breathe out the last vestiges of the cold as Mikael swiftly closes the latch behind us. The icy gust screams at the barred door, incensed at not getting a chance to breeze in, and I sigh in relief because I don't think I have it in me to shiver one more time. It's warmer inside. Honestly, if the conditions of this barren place were better and the lodging itself was dedicated to a different cause, I may have contemplated making it my bedroom for at least one night. Sleeping in my room is a pain, as it becomes Arctic cold at night, and the fire built in the hearth often dies off too early. The frost in my bones becomes unbearabl
☾☾☾ SASKIA'S POV ☽☽☽ Kaleb might not be aware, but it's his fault that whatever this power inside of me is awakened. The emptiness that still yawns within was triggered by our encounter. "And lastly, that slap is for that distasteful comment." Mikael locks his arm on my waist as if on signalling, his voice as smooth as velvet as he addresses Kaleb. "The Luna was willing to give you a chance to be free, but I see that youse not interested in so a fine favour. I suppose it is good that you've proved me right, as I was on board for you completing your punishment without clemency before." A cruel smile wanders onto Mikael's lips as he pushes his weight forward so he's not concealed behind me. "You will remain here till further notice. Or until you learn respect for my wife." "Do you now care for her, Alpha? I thought you were not to be associated with such a female." Kaleb sneers at the Alpha, fangs drawn. Beside me, Mikael stiffens, transforming into a plank wood, rigid and inflexib
☾☾☾SASKIA'S POV☽☽☽There's just something about today; it's almost as if I'm more prone to losing my shit than on other days. If this continues, I might explode.Could everyone simply let me be before then? Before I detonate like an atomic weapon? I'm beyond tired of the BS. To imagine that I'd been on his side less than an hour ago, ready to take down his sister for insulting him? Presently, I want to bash his nose in with my knee. Maybe that would be going too far. Too much violence. Let's say I desperately want to kick him in the shin—without a shin guard in place, of course."As I said, I do not care. Get out!""This is so frustrating." I about scream my lungs into deterioration. I'm trying to be rational and logical, but he's not making a single effort to do the same. It's making things extensively harder than they should be. Perhaps, a compromise. "Okay, I will leave, but—""After you depart, do not forget to ask the Alpha about Cadhla's death, Luna." Kaleb gibes again.Hell b
☽☽☽MIKAEL'S POV☾☾☾ "He betrayed my trust. I am yet to believe I can forgive him for it." The gentle werewolf stirs uncomfortably in his seat. I am well aware of how he detests disharmony. Quarrels are not things he ever partakes in. Yet, he is all whom I have to unburden myself. Who else but him will be willing to listen? To hear with rapt attention and offer an input not rooted in misjudgment? I know none in existence. Furthermore, there is not many like Jerald to have earned my sincerity in even the slightest of matters. It is why he was my first call to the bar after the altercation between Saskia and I. It did not occur to me that the visit to the cell would turn out that way. I suppose I was too blinded by her charms to take the pain to envision a later event where Kaleb turned on me, loosening his tongue and running his mouth into the ground. "Another?" Jerald's stood over me behind the counter where a bartender would be if this was a bar available to the public. His eyebr
☽☽☽MIKAEL'S POV☾☾☾ "Ah," I sigh, running a hand over my face. "The witchery... She's making me give a shit." It's an appalling thing. I'm turning soft, considering compassion from heeding her wishes. Say, a heartless were would not know how to treat a woman right, would they? Yet, that is what she desires of me. I cannot win her over otherwise. Ultimately, caring is a scary thought, for it hinders plans that should be set in motion. I cannot let that happen. There is no other plot to save the wolves in my fold. If this fails, all else does. And as it is, my family comes first. Jerald clears his throat loudly to invite my attention to the following query he asks. "For how long do you think to keep Kaleb bound, Alpha?" Without missing a beat, I reply: "as long as it would take my anger to dissipate and more for afterward to teach him a lesson." Jerald nods, understanding why I must go to such great lengths. No one challenges the Alpha, and though 'tis but for a short while, as lon
☾☾☾ SASKIA'S POV ☽☽☽ We set out—not so early—the day after the quarrel about my queries to Kaleb. Stuck in the same car as me, the Alpha made it a point to sulk and ignore me. To any question I asked or comment I made, he'd replied with a grunt or left them unanswered. For instance, the inquiry about Cadhla's identity and relationship to him did not receive as much as a brow raise of consideration. Our present location is at one of Mikael's houses. It is a Georgian-style building, which, to my delight, is larger than the cabin I've come to know as my home. I might say from time to time that I'm not materialistic, but I kind of am. Having lived in luxury all my life, I'd like a house cut out of pure diamonds and filled to the brim with gold, if possible, please. Note: this doesn't mean I'll be inconsiderate. It merely entails that I'll take the shinnies any day with no complaints. Maybe that's why I'm not really faulting Mikael for going off and being nothing short of an ass. He di
It hurts to act nonchalantly like I don't give a shit when, for him, I give too many. Because of him, I care too damn much. I simply pretend not to. "Why would I give you that satisfaction when you have no effect on me?" He nudges the slope of my neck with his nose, inhaling my essence. Goosebumps traverse the length of my arms as I fight this magnetic attraction to him. "Lie not. The fragrance of your arousal does not escape me, leannán." He purrs and my core trembles, pulsating without a moment's cease. I ignore the lump in my throat and staunchly keep from swallowing. I'd be dumb to let him see how he affects me. "Don't fool yourself, Mikael. Any man could have that effect on me. You aren't special." I say spitefully to knock him off the pegs he's stacked himself on. He doesn't deserve to hold sway over me when he's done nothing to satisfy me aside from spurring this lust swirling in me like the gales of a cyclone. "What man, Saskia?" He growls as his head inclines, eyes on my l
☽☽☽MIKAEL'S POV☾☾☾ Her kiss refuses to dissipate from my mind. I cannot forget it for a second, not even as Jerald delivers the news meant to be stunning. There's more to the words he's uttered. I surmise from the trembling in the chain coupling his cognition to mine. More than the terror that must have driven them home in haste. Yet, I can't get the taste of her lips out of my mind for long enough to adopt the urgency he's expelled. The Crestengalt searches the area frantically before changing his post to find what he looks for. His wretched breath slows, chest deflating at catching a glimpse of her. This induces the realisation that I'd instinctively placed her behind me to break on my cognisance like wicked waves upon a shore. Out of my periphery, I witness her small smile directed at him, its calming effect and intent not lost on even a layperson's recognition. He responds with a grin of his own. At that, her spell over me shatters. Why does she make it so apparent that she c