Did they think I have something to do with their pack getting attacked? Well, I guess security was better than I thought. They picked up on one girl who visited and suddenly disappeared on the same day their pack was attacked and their alpha was killed. Great. I was probably seen as a fugitive. Wait. Did Zaliver know about this? My mom looked at my father.“So, you didn’t know?” my mom asked. Being too stupid to answer, I shook my head without looking at them. I was just staring at nothing in particular with wide eyes. I could tell by how I felt that I probably looked wan.“Oh, but how did you avoid other guard wolves? Not everyone is looking for you for some reason. You’re somewhat a suspect, but by order of someone of power, you’re are considered not.” Grrr , that jackass of a mate did know. “But enough wolves are looking for you; enough to notice if you crossed lands.” My dad leaned forward explaining, obviously displeased himself with this.My mom began to look around nervously as
Zaliver took his hands out of his pocket and reached for my hand that my father had grabbed. He took it gently from his hands and looked at it over with alert eyes. My father didn’t grab it rough enough to leave a mark on my skin. I looked at Zaliver. His blue eyes flashed black and his top lip lifted up as if to snarl but he didn’t. Spinning around quickly, he startled my parents with a large unjustified grin. I stood frozen on the spot, watching him, not sure what to do or how to even move.“Hello. I’m Vivian’s mate, Zaliver Azrala. But then that wouldn’t matter, would it, Mr. Grey? I mean, you’ve made your opinion of me very clearly. You don’t approve, do you? Hmmm.” Zaliver walked towards them slowly with both hands behind his back, speaking casually. My parents began walking backwards towards the door. My mother looked at me. She was trying to send me a message through her eyes, but I wasn’t thinking straight. I couldn’t understand. My heart pounded in my chest. My hands and knee
My lunging was just in time. With adrenaline pumping in my body, I ducked Zaliver’s swiping claws and lifted my foot out, kicking him straight on the crotch. His angered face morphed into one of pain and surprise, but I didn’t care. I turned around quickly and dropped to my knees. I ignored the sting and wrapped my arms around my snarling father’s wolf form and with surprising strength, pushed his body a few feet away.I was ready for anything. I stood up and faced both of them. My chest was heaving. My claws were extended. I snarled at both of them for their actions. I was livid and wasn’t the only one. Something strong and beastly inside me was fueling my anger and strength. My wolf was even upset.How dare Zaliver think it was okay to just fight my dad to death? I was getting tired of following him left and right. My anger flared back up, making me realize he could calm me down with a few words and kisses, but not this time. He had crossed a line.As for my dad, I understood his th
Through our bond, conflicting emotions were raging through him. For a moment, I thought I sensed anxiousness, maybe even regret, coming from him before they were all suddenly cut off as if his emotions had never even been there in the first place. When he opened his eyes, they were cold and unsympathetic. My breath hitched.“Because I don’t care what has to be done or who I have to destroy as long as at the end of the day, I get what I want.” He stepped out of my hands and looked down at me with a raised brow. My hands dropped slowly as I looked at him, feeling as if something in me broke at his answer.“My mistake, Vivian, was not showing you who I’m known to be. My mistake was trying to be someone who you’d be happy to spend the rest of your life with. I’ve been playing in pretense while dealing with danger on the sidelines. I’ve let you walk on the blind side, showing you the kind and caring Zaliver. But the truth is, once a monster, always a monster. I’m like a loaded gun made for
Zaliver Azrala“Sleep. Grieve. Forget,” I whispered to her.I sent her a small smile before her eyes closed. I flashed to her side before her body dropped to the ground. Cradling her gently in my arms, I looked down at my little mate.The pain of what I was doing began hitting me harder and harder every second that I looked down at her. Her face looked calm and peaceful; an expression that wasn’t there while I was behaving like how I had been for so many years before meeting her—cold, uncaring, brusque, and an ass.I brought her closer to my chest and cherished the seconds I had her in my arms, not caring of those pack members watching. I inhaled her scent, letting it register in my soul and body. I squeezed my eyes tightly as I kissed her forehead, her cheeks and then her lips that had driven me crazy earlier.I heard Albericus neared me and put his hand on my shoulder. I didn’t move for another few seconds. Standing up with her in my arms, I motioned for her personal guards to step
Zaliver AzralaI rubbed my eyes, not caring about how my small amount of sleep was making me more and more dangerous for others to be around due to my slight shift of control. It was not like I wouldn’t be able to heal anything I tore apart . . . except maybe death. I didn’t need much sleep before, but ever since I was with her, I started to crave for rest.Having my mind split into so many different tasks while functioning on little food and sleep and no mate’s comfort was suddenly taking its toll on me. I wasn’t one to struggle with mental tasks, but mind linking different members, going through their minds for anything that stuck out, keeping track on loose rogues around the world, listening in on alpha conversations, having wolves use my excessive energy for missions, sending out directions at every direction, and dealing with heightened senses, not to mention having my own thoughts to deal with as well as struggling not to use the only link I really wanted to use were struggles t
I sensed two wolves nearing my office. My mood was darkening as I was forced to pause all thoughts of Vivian. Albericus and my third-in-command, Hogan, walked in. I met Hogan around twenty years ago. The brown-haired and brown-eyed man seemed good for the position. He was neat and organized, and he kept track of everything except for how the message got out. Hogan, as always, was dressed to impress. He wore a black dress slacks, a purple shirt, and a black tie. It was no secret he swung for the other team. I had no problem with that. I did, however, have a problem when people didn’t do their jobs correctly, especially at the cost of what was currently happening.Albericus closed the door and stood beside Hogan who had his arms over his chest while looking down at his black dress shoes. I looked at him and narrowed my eyes, then looked over to Albericus for him to proceed. Clearing his throat, he began.“I interrogated everyone like you asked, but it seemed like no one contacted anyone
Going back into my own mind and body, I grinned at the boys, not caring how they both tensed and the worry and fright that wafted off of them. I nodded at Albericus. He quickly focused on me, understanding that the next few hours were about to get a whole lot more productive.Any tiredness in my body vanished. My body straightened up and my shoulders rolled back. I tilted my head side to side, cracking the joints. I didn’t even care that my hair was hanging over my eyes anymore. If anything, I knew it made the look on my face a whole lot more chilling. I pointed a finger at my beta and good friend.“Put Jack Ruston into a room under the cells. You’ll find him hiding four blocks away from where his mate lived. It is a rundown hotel that goes by the name Legrove at room 42. If he hears you, he’ll hide out on the roof. Bring him to me. Now go.” Without another word, Albericus shouted in the room, yelling orders into his phone to assemble a team with fierce green eyes and go back to their