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Callan POV “So what is it?” Micha asked as he stood looking down at the spiral Graham and his team had discovered yesterday. “It’s a fairy circle,” Rosie answered. Rosie was someone we worked with occasionally but also a good friend of ours, plus she was a witch who had an extensive knowledge of all things supernatural. She walked back and forth looking at the stones, her long blonde hair was pulled up on top of her head in a messy bun, tendrils ran down and blew gently in the breeze, and her skirt and blouse looked crinkled from a full day of sitting down in the office. “Someone has been here. When did you unearth it?” “Yesterday,” Eric answered. “What do you mean someone has been here?” I asked. Rosie turned to look at me, her deep blue eyes locked with mine in an intense gaze, her cheeks flushed slightly as I stared straight back into her eyes. I could hear her heartbeat quicken. Rosie was a beautiful woman, and normally I would have been flattered, but she has ruined women
Callan POV “Thank you for coming, boys,” Pedro said as he greeted us at the door. “Happy retirement old man!” Micha cheered, hugging his father. I had watched Micha and Eric with their fathers growing up and wondered why Alister was never like that with me, but I came to realise I didn’t need him. I had everything I needed already. I had my mother and sister and my two best friends. I didn’t need anyone else. “First round is on you!” Eric smiled, patting my back. I nodded my head and made my way to the bar to order the drinks. As I walked through the room, a few pack members stopped me to say hello, but my focus was off, it was like I could see their lips moving, but I couldn’t hear them, and all of my senses seemed to be amplified, I could smell every single person's perfume or aftershave, and my wolf just wouldn’t rest, his constant pacing in my head was causing me a killer headache, but it was like he was anticipating something tonight, something he was excited about. As I
Ayla POV My stomach feels queasy, it has for most of the day. But I’m not letting it stop me from going to Micha’s father's party tonight, even though that is the reason for my nauseous belly, it’s not from nerves, it’s the excitement of what tonight will hold. My phone begins to ring, and I can’t help rolling my eyes when I see no caller ID blinking across my screen. Marcus had not stopped calling me since I left him, and no matter how many times I declined the call he just wouldn’t stop. I grab my phone off the dressing table and grind my teeth together as I answer the cheating rat. “Marcus, I don’t want to see you or hear from you, stop calling me!’ I hung up, not giving him a chance to talk. I didn’t want to hear his pathetic excuses as to why he had cheated. Maybe if he had fought this much for me before, our relationship would have worked, but he didn’t. He only wanted me so much now, because I didn’t want him. I threw my phone down onto the bed as I walked over to my wardr
Callan POV All the muscles in my body went tense as I soaked up the image of the pure beauty before me. My dream girl wore a tight red dress that clung to her beautiful body, letting me see all her curves. Micha placed his hand on her back and I felt a vortex of anger swirl inside of me. I didn’t like him being so close to her. In fact, I didn’t like anyone being close to her. “Ayla, this is Callan. He’s my other roommate.” “Hi, I just moved in with my parents, in the flat below you.” Her voice was like music, full of melody and warmth. I opened my mouth to respond to her but lost the words. I couldn’t believe it. It really was the girl from my dreams. Her light brown hair framed her beautiful face, it looked just as soft as I imagined it to be, her eyes locked onto mine, making my stomach somersault. I could see the purple flower swimming in the ocean that was the blue of her eyes. I felt mesmerised by her lips, the shapes they made as she spoke were so captivating, they l
Ayla POV I looked at the handsome man once again and felt my heart beat harder than it ever had before. He was the most beautiful person I had ever laid my eyes on. His hair is dark brown, and it looks so soft I can picture myself running my fingers through it. His eyes were a deep, rich brown that made my knees turn to mush. His skin looked tanned, and his jaw had a dark stubble covering it, making him look roguish. You could tell that he took great care of his body, his shoulders are broad, and they look strong. He wore a white T-shirt with a brown leather jacket. I could see the T-shirt clinging to his body, hugging it and showing the outline of his defined muscles. I imagined myself running my tongue across his beautiful skin as I explored every inch of his body. My breath caught in my throat as his eyes connected with mine. It was like the world stood still, and it was only me and him. I could feel a surge inside myself and I knew this man was special, and I wanted him for mysel
Ayla POV As we left the warmth of the party, the cold night air hit me and I felt my head spin slightly. I had drunk far too much wine, but I was having fun. “I know where we should go.” Nicola cheered as she dragged me further down the street to another one of the clubs we used to go to when we were younger. This one still looked the same. The bouncer smiled as Nicola brushed her hand along his chest as we entered the old nightclub, and immediately I was hit with the smell of sweaty bodies all crammed together. I grabbed Nicolas's hand and pushed my way through the crowd and onto the dance floor. I loved to dance, and I rarely got to do it when I was with Marcus. He said I was like a whore, letting men gawk all over me as I danced, but I didn’t notice the men watching me. All I could hear was the beat of the music, I let it take over my body and I allowed myself to give in to its rhythm. Nicola pulled me closer to herself as she swayed beside me, her hips pushing into mine. I co
Callan POV I didn’t want last night to end. The girl of my dreams, literally, had walked into my life and flipped everything upside down. Her scent was the most mouthwatering thing on this earth and I craved it. Her lips looked so juicy all I could think about was how I wanted to taste them, to take her plump bottom lip between my teeth as I ravished her body. I had trouble committing to anyone when she was just a figment of my imagination, but now she was a real breathing goddess, how was I ever going to manage now? How could I live my life knowing my dream girl, my true mate, was out there, and I couldn’t have her because her life was more important to me than anything else in this world, and for me to have her, would mean her death. I couldn’t help but slip out of Pedro’s party and follow her. I had to make sure this was real, that it wasn’t just a dream, and what I found only made me want her more. She was hypnotic, the way her body swayed to the music ignited a fire deep inside
Callan POV As Micha drove us to the pack house, I sat mulling over everything that had happened the last few days. Eric was right, this elf had been hanging around in the woods around the house. And I was oblivious to him. I felt the giant ball of dread twist in my stomach as we got close to the pack house. Alister had made sure my life here was a living hell and now every time I had to come home I was reminded of that torture. If it wasn’t for my mum and sister, I probably would have given up the pack and left a long time ago, but they kept me here and now that I had met Ayla, I wish I had trusted my gut and just left. Then maybe my heart would have been spared the pain of rejecting the girl I had spent most of my life dreaming about. “Where’s Leon and Jack?” Alister snarled as we made our way across the drive toward the training field. “Good morning to you as well,” I answered. “Don’t be fucking smart with me boy! Why did you take them to the doctor?” I stopped walking and squar
Callan POV I stand on the stage looking out toward my pack. Minister Robert stands in front of me; his long red robe brushes against the floor of the stage. I can hear the silence of the night; not a single sound can be heard apart from the pounding of my heart in my ears. The smell of pine trees fills the night air; it mixes with the smell of perfume and aftershave of the pack, all watching this monumental moment in our pack's history. “Does anyone here challenge Callan Carmichael for his title as alpha?” Minister Robert shouted, piercing the silence with his booming voice. I found myself holding my breath as I waited to see if anyone accepted the challenge; silence swirled around me as my heart pounded in my chest. “Please kneel, Alpha.” Minister Robert demanded. The muscles in my body relaxed; my pack wanted me as their alpha; no one challenged my title. I dropped down onto my knees. Minister Robert took the wolf dagger out from his belt rope and sliced the palm of his han
Ayla POV Everything feels surreal; the only time I know reality from illusion is when Callan touches me. His fingers brushing against my skin makes everything snap back into place. The world stops morphing into one of fantasy and becomes the world I know. His touch calms the chaotic affliction that is consuming my body and my soul. I can feel him trying to reach me through our bond; it feels like a constant pounding on my brain, like I have a door inside my head and he is knocking on it desperate to get in, but if I let him in, if he finds out the truth, how my body feels like it’s going to implode at any given moment taking me and everything around me, he won’t go through with his alpha ceremony, and even though it was only a dream, I can’t shake the warning of the lady who called herself Selene, the goddess of the moon. It wasn’t that long ago I thought I was dreaming of Duscellis and Runduc, and how very wrong I was about that. The nurse Callan has asked to stay with me is sitti
Callan POV “Ayla, you need me.” I protest as I slip my shirt on. Ayla had been awake for most of the day, but I wasn’t convinced she was actually any better. She had eaten quite a lot today, which was something she hadn’t done for the last few days, but her skin still looked a little flushed, and her temperature only seemed to settle when I was touching her; standing close to her, I could feel the heat emitting from her body; it was like standing next to a radiator on a cold winter's morning, but she was insistent she was fine, stubbornly insistent. I had tried to feel her through our bond, hoping to see if I could feel what she was feeling, but she had somehow locked it up again. She was sitting on the bed watching me, her breath caught in her throat as her gaze followed my hands as I buttoned up my shirt. “No, your pack needs you, Callan. I promise I will be ok.” “Knock knock, are you ready?” Micha asked as he stuck his head into the room. “Almost,” I answered. “You look bett
Callan POV The sound of our footsteps bounces off the stone floor and echoes up in the high ceiling of the hallway that wraps around the courtyard where the ancient tree stands. Ayla’s excitement bubbles inside my chest; I can feel a strange energy surrounding her; it feels like static, all the hairs on my arm are standing on end, and the energy is radiating from her across the space, filling every crevice of the narrow hallway. I open the door, holding it as she walks through; she glances up and smiles at me, but her eyes make my breath catch in my throat; they are ablaze, bright purple lights shine out from her eyes, but she looks so ethereal. I watch as she walks across the courtyard; her footsteps are light and make a soft padding noise on the stone floor, her hips sway so seductively, I feel entranced by them and her curvaceous ass; her hand is outstretched toward the tree, and as she passes by the beautiful violets my mother planted, I watch in awe as they all seem to bend towa
Ayla POV My head is buzzing; all I can hear is a low humming noise, but the sound is deep and resonates in my bones, making my body feel like it’s shaking. My body feels like someone has replaced my blood with acid, and my skin itches so bad, it feels like I have insects crawling just beneath the surface. I’ve not left Callan’s bedroom for the last couple of days; I can see the worry in his eyes every time he comes to check on me, but he has more important things to worry about than a stupid virus that will be over soon. Callan’s touch and sleep seem to be the only release I get from the pain, but I don’t want Callan to drop everything just so he can stay with me. Lately, my dreams have become demented; as soon as I close my eyes, all I see is women being hunted by Runduc, pain and brutish force inflicted upon these innocent women that I feel so connected to. I can feel their torment and pain as if it were my own, and the people I love lay slaughtered by his feet. I hear their scream
Callan POV “He's bullshitting!” Micha growled as he paced the floor of my office. The air in the room felt thick; I could feel Micha’s fury and Eric’s outrage smothering me. If it wasn’t for Ayla’s scent, which seemed to surpass all the other scents in the room, I would have lost my shit an hour ago when Micha demanded we speak. “And what if he’s not?” “He is.” He growled. “What if he can help me protect Ayla?” Micha stopped pacing now and turned to glare at me. His jaw clenched, and his eyes narrowed. “I will help you protect Ayla and Eric will; you have a pack out there willing to protect their Luna. We don’t need some fucking nut job who we don’t even know.” “He’s right, Callan. Rosie and her coven are helping us; we don’t need someone like him.” Eric agreed. Ayla stood up from the sofa in the room and made her way over to me; the sound of the denim of her jeans brushing against her legs got closer along with her intoxicating scent, which was already chasing away the migra
Callan POV The smell of food still lingered in the air from dinner; all of the tables had been pushed aside, and benches had been set out in rows facing the front of the banquet hall, where I sat waiting with Ayla. I must admit it felt fucking amazing having her sitting beside me like this; my Luna was taking her place. The large chandeliers above us cast a bright white light into the room, but there was an unnatural chill in the air, even though I was happy to finally be getting rid of Alister, a giant ball of dread coiled in my stomach. Minister Robert stood in front of me, ready to address the pack, and sitting to my right were Micha, Eric, and Freya. My mother sat at the very front on the benches, blending in with the pack; she had her hands folded in front of her, resting on her lap; she had a grim twist to her mouth, and every time she answered Ron, who was sitting beside her, she responded with a slow nod. Not once did she speak; she just slowly nodded her head as if she was o
Ayla POV The sound of birds singing outside drifts through the open window, which allows a cool breeze to flow through the room. Callan's skin feels warm beneath my cheek as I lay on his chest, listening to the sound of his heart beating. “Good morning, beautiful.” He grumbles; his fingers brush through my hair. His arm tightens around my body as he holds me close against him. “Good morning,” “How are you feeling today?” He asks. His hand travels down my back, his fingers trailing up and down my spine; sparks of excitement flick across my skin. “I feel better.” And I did; lying like this with Callan made me feel good, amazing even. My skin didn’t feel like it was on fire, and I no longer felt lightheaded. I felt full of energy. Callan gently sat up, pulling me up with him. “I have to go to training; are you sure you're ok?” “I’m fine. I need a shower, though; is that ok?” His eyes flashed black, and I felt my lips curling up. “You make this so hard.” He grumbled. Callan
Ayla POV Callan’s aftershave wrapped around me in a cocoon of safety; tingles ran across my lips as I felt him pressing his lips against mine. My eyes fluttered open, relieved at seeing his handsome face hovering above me, safe and untouched by Runduc. As I swung my legs out of the bed, it felt like my brain was spinning around inside my skull. I stood up wanting to get some of the food Callan had brought me, but the floor felt strange; my feet felt so heavy, like I had two bricks connected to my legs, which felt like two strands of spaghetti. My knees buckled, but thankfully I fell back onto the soft mattress, but that worry that was etched into Callan’s eyes earlier today hit me hard in my head like a train had crashed into my brain, my throat felt tight, and my chest began to burn. I didn’t want Callan to worry; he already carried the weight of the world on his shoulders because of me, and I didn’t want to burden him more than I already had, but as I leaned down to give him a kiss