Sylvie Morgan's pov “But you truly love Kirill,” Opal whined and I gritted my molars. “Yeah, I know that, but I don't want to hurt Lennox's feelings,” I murmured, and she exhaled in my head. “Honesty is the best policy,” she growled as I stepped down the stairs and saw Lennox at the table reading the Grimoires. “Whatcha doin’?” I asked him. He glanced up at me and said, “Just reading through this, there is some interesting stuff in here. Oh, and I'm looking for the spell to remove your curse. Unless you want to have sex and remove it that way.” Pinching my lips, I sighed and mumbled, “I don't think Kirill's in the right frame of mind for that.” “Ah, I see. Sex with me wouldn't work because you don't love me,” he said bitterly. Wringing my hands I chewed on my bottom lip and grimaced. “It's not that I don't care about you…,” I started only to see him glaring at me. “You used me because of Ethan. I wouldn't have minded, but my parents believe that you and I are a c
Sylvie Morgan's pov When I woke, I was in bed alone and grinned slightly at the wonderful time I had with Kirill the night before, minus the Lennox debacle. I noticed that my pair of jeans and shirt were washed and nicely folded on top of the dresser. I quickly put them on. After doing my business and brushing out my hair, I hurried down the stairs and stopped to see Bruce and Marcus, along with Gerald standing by the table. Kirill wasn't there and I furrowed my brow as I walked toward them. “Alpha is out taking Mister Elijah Mathis to collect um, the parts of his son. He committed suicide last night in the early morning, and his dad wishes to bury him whole,” Gerald explained, and my jaw tensed. “That's terrible, but I imagine that life being crippled horrendously was too much to handle for him,” I murmured and lowered my eyes to say a prayer for Lennox’s lost soul. “We also received word that Nash is on his last leg and close to death. Sylvie, if he passes, it will make you t
Sylvie Morgan's pov Our wedding was phenomenal, and with all three packs celebrating the union, I had been overwhelmed with joy. Choosing Bruce and Marcus as secondary Alphas for Nash’s and Ian's packs, the members came together and sorted out their differences, with those two fitting their roles perfectly. Currently, I was lounging on the back patio of Kirill's home and rubbing my extended abdomen. “You're going to pop soon,” Opal chuckled in my head and I sighed. “I'm ready to become a mom, and I know Kirill is chomping on the bit, wanting to meet the little guy, too,” I murmured. “Yeah, he's already a proud poppa and the nursery is adorable,” she added, making me smile. Hearing the door sliding open I turned to see my husband peeking out. “Do you want a glass of water?” Shaking my head I reached out my hand for him to grab. “No dear, just come and sit with me. It's a lovely day,” I purred then squirmed a bit from another sudden pain I felt in my lower back. Eyeing me kee
Sylvie Morgan's pov Riding in the backseat with my parents in the front I was still buzzing from going out for dinner to celebrate my twelfth birthday when we were t boned by a huge black SUV. The crunching metal and shattered glass covered me as I watched my parents get crushed before me. Staring at their lifeless eyes I screamed out in agony. In an instant, my happy life had changed, and I had become an orphan. Once I was released from the hospital I became a ward of the state. I was withdrawn and didn't want to speak with anyone. I was assigned to a therapist to discuss my innermost thoughts and feelings. I was young and had turned off my emotions completely. Soon after, I was adopted by a kind elderly man named Marcus Sanford, who seemed familiar to me, but I just couldn't place him. He was a huge gray-haired, bearded, burly man with a cheerful deposition and a great smile. Marcus brought me to a small town where he lived in a cabin tucked in a lush forest. It was wi
Sylvie Morgan's pov Sniffing the air, I could smell frying ham, eggs, and hash browns. Rubbing my tired eyes I rose from bed and patted my exhausted self out to the kitchen. “Good morn, oh shit…rough night, Sylvie,” Marcus questioned me. Giving him a glare I nodded and sat at the table to bury my face into my hands. “Was it those strange dreams again because you've got darkness underneath your bloodshot eyes,” he asked me as he set a cup of coffee before me. Taking a sip, I said, “This time, there was a female voice that called herself Opal.” Nodding his head he placed our breakfast at the table and sat down himself. “Very interesting. Um, your eighteenth birthday is in a couple of weeks, right?" Giving him an awkward glance, I nodded, told him that it was next week and he smiled at me. “She said that I would meet her then, isn't that kind of freaky?” In the middle of chewing Marcus swallowed uncomfortably and asked me if she had told me anything else. Lifting
Sylvie Morgan's pov “That boy is nice looking and smells nice,” the female voice from my dreams suddenly said clearly in my head. With wide eyes, I looked panicked around the classroom and at the other students to see if they heard her too. “Stop behaving so awkwardly, Sylvie. I'm your friend and ally,” Opal whined and I scowled. “I think I need to see my therapist,” I surmised as I opened my textbook to begin my lesson for the day. “You're not crazy, dear, and you don't NEED a human therapist, as they have no idea what you truly are,” she growled, causing me to rub my eyes. My stomach flipped at her using the word human and I wondered what she meant by saying it that way. Before I could inquire about it I heard Ethan saying my name repeatedly. I glanced over at him, asking me what was going on. Other students were watching him and me as I shook my head growing worried about the teacher disciplining us. Mouthing to him that I was fine, he frowned back at me, so I ignored
Sylvie Morgan's pov Wiping my eyes, I remained tight-lipped as Ethan told me that Marcus would be telling me the same thing. “He will also mentor you and help you understand what you are,” he sighed and I cocked my brow. “What do you mean? Am I not like all you other werewolves?” Hissing through his teeth he paused briefly before shaking his head. “You're not like the rest of us because you're now just hearing your inner wolf. Normally we are aware of it in our youth. You're different somehow, but Marcus will know when you turn eighteen since he's an expert at such things,” he explained, and I lowered my eyes from him as we neared his apartment complex. Opening the door, he gestured for me to go ahead, and I stepped past him, feeling oddly calm. “He's your center,” Opal chirped in my head and I glanced back at Ethan as my lip curled up. “He's my best friend and knows a lot about me,” I murmured. “What was that,” Ethan inquired and I told him that it was nothing.
Sylvie Morgan's pov Watching Ethan talking on his phone and seeing him eyeing me with a frown he ended the call. “The school contacted Marcus to tell him that you missed the second period, and he asked them if I was gone so he knew we both skipped,” he sighed. “Did you tell him that you spilled my secret about being a werewolf?” “Yeah, he's coming here,” he replied, looking bummed. “Is he angry that you told me,” I asked softly, seeing the concern in his eyes. Shaking his head, he said, “No, he just mentioned that he believes that you're a Sigma Wolf, and well, ah, that changes a lot.” I frowned, feeling that he instantly grew distant from me and I didn't understand why. Prying for more from him I asked him what a Sigma Wolf was. “You're going to have to ask Marcus to explain it; like I mentioned, he's the expert. I'm going to go get your bag from my car and will return in a flash,” he said stoically, causing me to frown. “He knows he is just digesting the informat
Sylvie Morgan's pov Our wedding was phenomenal, and with all three packs celebrating the union, I had been overwhelmed with joy. Choosing Bruce and Marcus as secondary Alphas for Nash’s and Ian's packs, the members came together and sorted out their differences, with those two fitting their roles perfectly. Currently, I was lounging on the back patio of Kirill's home and rubbing my extended abdomen. “You're going to pop soon,” Opal chuckled in my head and I sighed. “I'm ready to become a mom, and I know Kirill is chomping on the bit, wanting to meet the little guy, too,” I murmured. “Yeah, he's already a proud poppa and the nursery is adorable,” she added, making me smile. Hearing the door sliding open I turned to see my husband peeking out. “Do you want a glass of water?” Shaking my head I reached out my hand for him to grab. “No dear, just come and sit with me. It's a lovely day,” I purred then squirmed a bit from another sudden pain I felt in my lower back. Eyeing me kee
Sylvie Morgan's pov When I woke, I was in bed alone and grinned slightly at the wonderful time I had with Kirill the night before, minus the Lennox debacle. I noticed that my pair of jeans and shirt were washed and nicely folded on top of the dresser. I quickly put them on. After doing my business and brushing out my hair, I hurried down the stairs and stopped to see Bruce and Marcus, along with Gerald standing by the table. Kirill wasn't there and I furrowed my brow as I walked toward them. “Alpha is out taking Mister Elijah Mathis to collect um, the parts of his son. He committed suicide last night in the early morning, and his dad wishes to bury him whole,” Gerald explained, and my jaw tensed. “That's terrible, but I imagine that life being crippled horrendously was too much to handle for him,” I murmured and lowered my eyes to say a prayer for Lennox’s lost soul. “We also received word that Nash is on his last leg and close to death. Sylvie, if he passes, it will make you t
Sylvie Morgan's pov “But you truly love Kirill,” Opal whined and I gritted my molars. “Yeah, I know that, but I don't want to hurt Lennox's feelings,” I murmured, and she exhaled in my head. “Honesty is the best policy,” she growled as I stepped down the stairs and saw Lennox at the table reading the Grimoires. “Whatcha doin’?” I asked him. He glanced up at me and said, “Just reading through this, there is some interesting stuff in here. Oh, and I'm looking for the spell to remove your curse. Unless you want to have sex and remove it that way.” Pinching my lips, I sighed and mumbled, “I don't think Kirill's in the right frame of mind for that.” “Ah, I see. Sex with me wouldn't work because you don't love me,” he said bitterly. Wringing my hands I chewed on my bottom lip and grimaced. “It's not that I don't care about you…,” I started only to see him glaring at me. “You used me because of Ethan. I wouldn't have minded, but my parents believe that you and I are a c
Sylvie Morgan's pov My eyes widened at the loud crash. Turning to look back I watched the roof collapse in the room Nash was in. Feeling triumphant I continued running. The guards paid no notice to me and were hurrying to the destroyed home of their Alpha. I caught up to Lennox leaning against a tree with Kirill on the ground. Shifting into my human form I headed toward them. “What happened?” They both questioned me. “I buried the bastard,” I announced proudly then asked Lenny why he'd stopped. “He's not a light man, Sylvie and I only have so much strength,” he muttered sourly. Eyeing us both Kirill snarled accusingly, “How were you able to give her a curse? Are you a council member, Lennox?” Lowering his eyes from my inquisitive ones he exhaled deeply and said, “Yeah, I got the invitation when I left the time before last and accepted.” Whistling, Kirill congratulated him and I remained quiet since I didn't understand the significance of the position. “Can you lift him bac
Sylvie Morgan's pov “I thought you said that they would not enter?!” I huffed angrily as I glared at him. “They must have scented your Sigma Wolf. I can't defeat him without the darkness that you took away from me,” he asserted and I eyed him blankly. “Sure blame me for it,” I growled sourly. “We need to find Lennox. If he has the black moonstone, I need it to curse myself,” Kirill blurted, and I shook my head. “You can't do that! Are you insane?!” Side-eyeing me, he said, “Nash can only be defeated by something as dark as he has become. I didn't realize how far he had gotten,” he stated in anguish, and my bottom lip protruded. Brushing my chin he smiled and said, “You'll just have to make love to me until all the darkness goes away.” Eyeing him with his eyebrows wiggling at me I muttered a goofy, “Whatever.” “You're going to have to tell him that it's his love and not yours that kills the darkness,” Opal hummed and I gritted my molars. “He hasn't even proclaimed his love f
Sylvie Morgan's pov Refusing to wallow in my disappointment, I headed to my old room and pinched my lips together, seeing it exactly how I had left it. Feeling like I had judged Marcus harshly as I glanced over at the space I chewed on my upper lip. “He was corrupted by Nash and probably did care about me before that, huh?” I murmured to Opal and she told me that he did, “Like I was his daughter.” Releasing my lip from my teeth I thought about Winnie suddenly and frowned. Knowing that Marcus was devastated by what Nash had done to her I wanted to hug him and tell him that everything would be alright. “I will forgive him when I return to the Howler Claw Pack, he doesn't need more heartbreak added to his life,” I asserted. Going to my dresser, I grabbed a pair of faded blue jeans and shimmied them on, then heard a breath of an exhale from my open door. “Was this your room?” Seeing Kirill standing there I nodded. “Yeah, this is the room I grew up in,” I sighed and watched him go
Sylvie Morgan's pov “Aren't you going to join him?” Both Lennox and Opal questioned me simultaneously. Nodding briskly I dropped to all fours while shifting and went to the door. I waited for Lennox to open it for me. “Be careful, but let Kirill defeat Nash; he is part demon and will absorb his darkness,” Lennox proclaimed, causing me to eye him oddly. “Don't I carry demon DNA from Kellen and could do the same thing,” I asked Opal. She whined out a yes and I grinned as I pounced from the doorway. “But you must be cautious about the pup,” Opal growled and I told her that I would as I followed Kirill's scent. Running through the trees, I realized that his scent had changed, and Opal explained that he had shifted into his true form, but it was darker due to the mist that had invaded him. “I want to see him but he's moving too quickly,” I complained, making her snicker at me. Running for miles I was growing distressed by Kirill's rambunctious attitude. “Why is he hell-bent on do
Sylvie Morgan's pov “You admitted that you love Kirill and meant it,” Opal said, flabbergasted, it caused me to pinch my lips together. “What about Lennox? I don't want to hurt him and I do love him too,” I sighed. “Are you positive because you were not certain before,” she growled. “I do, it was hard to admit my feelings,” I sighed, causing Opal to huff in my mind. I noticed that Bruce had come to the table for the dagger and I watched him as he sliced open his palm. Marcus followed suit, and the pair grasped each other's hand and then spoke the oath words to each other. The front door flew open and Lennox rushed in carrying a small oblong shaped smooth stone. ”You're too late,” I said and watched his face fall. “Where is he?’ Shrugging I shook my head and said, “He ran off into the trees.” “You appear upset, did he say something to you before he ran off?” Giving him a surprised look I shook my head and told him no. “I'm taking Marcus home with me, Alpha. Please let Kiril
Sylvie Morgan's pov “I'm sorry for betraying you, Sylvie. I was corrupted by Nash and can see that now,” he added. I just gave him a defiant glare as I frowned and watched Bruce standing over him. “My decision to forgive you will be determined after this mess is resolved,” I asserted and watched him lower his eyes. Seeing him looking small compared to the Beta of Kirill's pack I thought Nash must be crazy thinking he could defeat the Howler Claw pack. Seeing my eyes on him he muttered, “I'm sorry about Ethan too.” I rolled my eyes in disgust. “Don't be, he was mates with Lisa, not me,” I snapped and crossed my arms. “Oh, I didn't know that,” he mumbled softly and glanced over at Lennox who was speaking with Gerald. “You're mates with the Lycan so it evens itself out,” he retorted. Huffing I snapped, “I am Kirill's mate as well.” A flash of disbelief crossed his eyes and he chuckled. “Kirill would never take a second mate,” he muttered, and Bruce growled, “You wa