I kept busy alternately stalking through the forest or calling any contact I could think of who might be of assistance. It was morning a few days later when the sounds of a pair of stumbling feet caught my attention, breaking the long wait. It wasn't a werewolf, because we moved with the grace of our animals in the forest. Joseph and I exchanged glances, and just before we hid, I caught Dean Jordan's scent. She broke through the trees. Dean Jordan flew just behind him. "Greetings, Mad!" she called, her voice jarringly cheerful under the circumstances. "Sorry I took so long," Jordan chirped. "Humans are so slow in the forest." "She's not wrong," Joseph agreed with a wolfy shrug. Jordan wasn't too tired to shoot her a dirty look. "My expertise is magical subterfuge, not traipsing around the forest. We built civilization so no one would have to deal with this unruly mess if they didn't want to. You're welcome." Jordan shrugged. "It's not my expertise either, but I manage
Carrie's Point of View“You’re a wolf and I could see you were being restrained by something that shouldn’t be used,” an old lady said when I first saw me. “Y-you knew?” I asked her, trying not to cry. I struggled to remember this man that has always been in my mind. I felt like I knew him but couldn’t just think when or how. There’s a thick fog clouding my mind. “Your wife is fighting. She can’t let that potion take over her.”“Can you help me? I wanted to get out of here, it felt so wrong to be here,” I said. The old lady smiled and took my hand. “Don’t worry, child. The fate wasn’t sleeping after all. You’ll have the freedom that you want very soon.”That conversation was two months ago. The old woman I talked to was found dead the next day. And I have been stuck here after we left the place where I met her. I was told I am Lucas’ property and I should be a trophy wife but I doubt it. He said we will be back home in Europe. That's what he said but after another long evening o
Sometimes he fed quickly and roughly, other times he forced me to socialize with him as if we had some sort of relationship, although even then his hatred for me never left his eyes. This was all well kept secret to Lucas. Apparently tonight was the latter.I silently watched as the vampire led me around the hall. Amy had finished her high wire strip show, although her night was likely far from over if the new guest had anything to say about it. I pushed aside my revulsion and watched as a human witch painted scenes with colored smoke hanging in the air. With the wisps, he formed a rhinoceros and sent the beast charging into the opposite wall, dissolving into plumes of smoke, catching the attention and scattered applause from the guests mingling about.As I watched the show, I silently endured, keeping my head down with a false smile frozen on my face. Every night I quietly got through and hoped to fall asleep as soon as possible. I only wanted to see the man whose name I can’t remembe
Carrie's Point of ViewThe moment we got back to his rooms, Lucas had me precede him inside with another mocking show of gentility. He didn't say anything as he locked the door with a painful click behind us.Because I never let myself be lulled by any of his more polite and gentler actions, I wasn't surprised when he dropped the act without warning and roughly pulled my back against him. His fangs sank into the side of my neck with a sharp pain.I fought back the nausea of the touch of someone who was not the man in my dreams like I always did. It had pissed him off when I had vomited the first time, and I'd received a slap and a comment that I smelled bad enough even before the puke. Since he couldn't really see my face I didn't waste energy schooling my features into bland acceptance for a moment, allowing my lips to turn down in disgust and letting hatred burn in my eyes. I remember when I first opened my eyes months ago, he said he was my mate and husband. I believed him becau
Madoka’s Point of ViewCarrie pushed the door open, those beautiful eyes searching the room furiously and slipping past me thanks to the magic that the witch accompanying me maintained. I looked at Jordan and whispered, "It's Carrie."She inhaled carefully, obviously tracking my scent, getting closer to my location next to a pile of crates."M-Madoka?" she asked into my mind like a whisper, her expression confused, and then her eyes widened as they caught on mine. “Why are you here? It’s dangerous here. Lucas will kill you.”“It seemed like her wolf was fighting the effects of Ambrosia. If not she would have not been going to act like that. She smells your scent. Her wolf probably refused to subcummed Ambrosia.”I smiled at her. Carrie is a she-wolf. I knew that. If not she wouldn’t survive for so long. "I've extended the range of my protective spells," Jordan explained. "No one should be able to hear us. Can't keep it up too long though."Carrie rounded on her defensively as she bec
We need to save Carrie and kill the vampire. It had been nearly impossible to control my wolf since I spoke to Carrie and found out she couldn’t leave. Learning how bad her situation was only made it more difficult.It also was made more difficult because I was out of practice keeping my instincts in check. I was used to my wolf's depressed moping dragging my moods down, not this active aggression. He was ready to kill, and since deep down I wanted to let him, it made him even harder to control. But I held him back with a thin tether.My quest to find my mate had transformed into a full on rescue operation, with so many moving parts that could go awry it put me into a cold sweat whenever I thought about the potential ways it could backfire.I'd contacted Nathaniel again and given him the information I had on illegal vampire activity after being promised that they would do nothing to jeopardise my mate and other slaves as an afterthought. The queen had given her word via proxy, happ
Everything happened between one second and the next. The vampire leveled the gun toward Carrie, some indecipherable expression caught between hatred and longing on his sharp features. My wolf wanted to rip that expression from his face.I lunged towards the threat, still in my human form, with Joseph beside me as a wolf, but we were too late. He pulled the trigger and the blast assaulted my ears, and I looked in horror towards my mate. She was sprawled on the ground, a brown wolf on top of her, blood pouring from its midsection like a river. She scrambled out from underneath it, crying as she worked to put pressure on his wound. The wolf shifted, revealing an old woman. Joseph wasn't as distracted as me, and he lunged for the gun and wrestled it away from the vampire. It hit the floor with a clatter, and I had the presence of mind to kick it across the room before Lucas had a chance to get it again.Then, turning my attention back to the threat at hand, I saw him throw Joseph with sur
CarrieHe said I have a son. I want to see my son even if I don’t remember having one. “Spencer is in our house, Carrie. It is located to the left. He’s probably waiting for you,” Madoka told me as he guided me inside his pack. All the werewolves there have been giving me smiles, a kind of smile of relief. Some were crying and others wanted to hug me, especially the woman who had mild curly black hair. “Thank goodness you’re back, Carrie,” she said but I don’t really know her. She was crying and a man who was probably her mate comforted her. I looked at her and smiled before entering the house. My eyes found a child who had black curly hair exploding on his head and with monolid eyes the moment I got inside. My heart burst in an emotion that was foreign to me as my wolf howled in joy. Her protective instinct kicked in. The boy sitting on the floor in the living room with Xerxes, the boy who looked like Madoka and the one who I have been taking good care of back at that mansion
Madoka had frozen in shock when I had informed him of the news that we were getting an addition to our little family. Once he recovered, he picked me up and spun me around in excitement.He managed to impregnate me without my heat, so I guess all those cringey informational videos and parental lectures they'd subjected us to in our teenage years had been valid.Telling Madoka I was pregnant again had been easy, because I had always been able to tell him everything since the moment we discovered we were mates.Spencer, on the other hand, I was worried about. He was five years old now, and he had been the sole centre of my adoration for as long as he'd existed. Meeting Nathan was the best thing I did and now I learned that I am pregnant after so long. But I was still nervous. Madoka probably wasn't expecting it either. His attitude was comforting, although it was a bit annoying how he always took everything in stride while I was busy being stressed out. It always took a lot to get him
Carrie's point of viewI woke to the light of dawn hitting my eyes, and I instantly recognized that I was lying on some velvet bedsheet and remembered what had happened.Madoka was still sleeping beside me, his breathing deep and even, and normally I would not have bothered him. Last night was so intense. And we did it all through the night. That was a new experience with Madoka, I was eager for more. What he had done to my body was amazing and helped satisfy that ache for a long time and what he had done was...interesting"Madoka?"I watched him as he moved slightly but not opening his eyes. I liked his dumbstruck reaction and his satisfaction more than anything else, and I especially liked the way he seemed so unusually relaxed afterwards. He always seemed so tense, but for once, it seemed like he had not a care in the world, and it had been me who had done that to him. I understand it. We were separated many times.I slept in his arms in just a t-shirt and panties. I was about to
I turned the corner to find the open foyer with the beige spiral stairs. Golden lights mounted on the walls protected by zigzag semitransparent glass. It gave the walls an elegant glow with jagged slices of lights against the exposed brick wall.Annoyed, I stepped inside to leave through the front gate when suddenly, high heels clicked against the grey stone tiles stealing my attention, halting me in place. I waited for the woman to pass.Tall slender legs appeared from behind the wall. The lighting made her legs look like molten caramel. The navy silk dress slid behind as she stepped forward revealing her silky thighs. Her long hair waved around her perfectly semi moon ass. My gazed caressed up her hips to her luscious chest that were barely hidden by the scrap of clothing hanging of her creamy shoulders.My lower region tightened. It's been a while since someone evoked an arousal like that from me. Actually, no one had ever been able to evoke the fire I left inside. My eyes finally
Madoka’s Point of ViewCarrie has returned. I was so excited to finally come back home despite her strong warning not to come for her. My wolf has been angry. He kept on pushing me to come and save her. The long agonising days finally ended and she came home victorious. Not only did she kill Lucas, she also set herself free from the potion. Now, she’s back as the real Carrie who loved her pack and her family. She was fine and doing her Luna duties. Other than not wanting to eat any food that our omega has cooked for, everything seemed fine. “Babe, can you please look out for Spencer? I’m tired. I want to sleep,” she said and stood up from her desk. “Sure, babe,” I answered her back but I knew something was off. She hasn't eaten even a bit and when asking Marcus and Brigit about what happened to her, they would always answer that there’s nothing wrong with her. But I knew something was wrong. That night, I was about to enter our room when I heard a crashing sound inside. I immedi
I walked in through the doorway, sighing loudly. It had been a long and trying day. I didn’t look around me too closely as I laid the keys on the counter and collapsed on the couch.My legs hung off the edge with my feet dangling above the ground. I swayed slightly while closing my eyes, trying to find some peace on this day. It has been scheduled that tonight, we will go back to my pack. “Carrie.” I jumped slightly at the noise suddenly coming from behind me. Without opening my eyes, I knew who it was. I sighed internally at the thing drawing me away from my relaxation.“Carrie.” The voice spoke again, now in a normal tone.I groaned and split my eyes open, letting cracks of light appear in my vision. “What do you want?”The light in my vision dimmed as the figure of Brigit appeared. Her hair fell over her face and into mine, tickling my forehead. I groaned again, louder now, knowing what she wanted me to do.“Come on. It’s been too long and you know you’re tired.” Brigit disappeare
I slowly descended upon his convulsing body, prey now becoming predator. I put my other hand around his neck wringing it in the process, preparing to end this once and for all. I stared down at the monster's frame, no remorse hitting my body. All there was, was a bloodthirsty motive to kill him. As I leaned over his head, a hand on my shoulder tried to whip me around. I turned to face Brigit, a bloodied, broken, and bruised Brigit. I relaxed when I realised it was her, before questioning her move. "Let go of me, I'm going to finish this." I turned back around with her hand still gripping my shoulder. My hands shook and my vision was dark, but I was going to kill this monster once and for all. "Let’s do this together" Brigit started. I looked at her incredulously before he continued on. "We will end this monster once and for all." Her eyes searched mine and I saw the worried expression she held. I was surprised at her words and struggled to form my own. "But-I-Brigit you can hardl
"I'm ok." My whisper seemed to echo through the Hall. I listened to it as it escaped my lips, knowing I was far from alright. Memories from my life kept fading in and out of my mind. They were almost as painful as the poison running its course through my veins. "We can't stay here anymore." Brigit sounded next to me." They heard your screams and know we're here. We have to hide somewhere else."As she was speaking she lifted herself from the floor we had been crouched in. She attempted to help me up as well, but failed in the effort. Her arm was still badly wounded and she could barely stand herself. As she looked to see if the coast was clear, I lifted myself off the ground as well. Every inch of my being burned, but I knew our only chance was to get out of here. Just as we were emerging from the foliage, a sweet voice met my ears. "Girls, where do you think you're going?" I stared in horror at what once was my friend. Her calm and cool collection from earlier was gone, replaced
If I was lucky, the shadow of the gigantic sofa would swallow me and leave no trace of where I was.I waited, breathless, for what seemed like hours. In reality, barely seconds had passed. I heard footsteps drawing near to me, heavy on the tiles beneath them. They came quickly towards where I lay, but stopped feet away. I could hear whoever it was panting hard, clearly out of breath.“Carrie?” A quiet whisper rang out in the night.I recognized the voice immediately, and sprang from my spot on the floor.“Brigit, I’m here.” I whispered back to her.I saw her face turn towards me, and her body relaxed. She ran towards where I was, half standing on the ground.“Thank god you’re safe. I thought I was too late.” She helped me up and brought me into her arms in a rushed hug. “Now come on, we’ve gotta get out of here. We don’t have a lot of time. Lucas’s minions are still lurking in this house. We need to hide and go far from them.”Brigit grabbed my arm and began to lead me back to the mai
Thoughts swarmed my mind. Why would they hesitate? I don’t understand. Leonardo lingered over me, breathing heavily with rage. "By the time you die, you'll be nothing but bones. Once this poison is in your system, I'm afraid there's no going back. You are so dumb Carrie. You’re trying to kill every one of my kind and yours." His voice was low, almost a whisper. It seemed the time for yelling was gone. Now there was a rage so malicious and a hint of fear. I wished he would scream.I smirked. “Well, that would be fun. Even if I die, I’m dragging you two with me.” My voice came out in calm breaths. The burning inside of me was still growing. “It’s such sight seeing fear in your eyes, Lucas. What happened to the proud and ambitious vampire?”Lucas looked at me with disgust."Oh, my dear Carrie. Haven't you figured it out yet?" I met his question with a glare, at which he responded, laughing. "This 'poison' you and Brigit keep talking about isn't a poison. It's a weapon. But not just