I tried, heavens knew, I was trying to keep calm. I almost lost her again. So soon after I found her. I couldn't believe it. It usually took about ten to eleven moons, before she was taken from me, except for that one time she had a stillborn. It was obvious something was different this time. The way and manner she kept getting her memories back were one. And she was persistently defying the powers behind the curse and I am almost certain Isidora could feel it wherever she must be. Perhaps she had decided to play it differently this time. And I could not be more glad that I had decided to let Saraya embrace her powers as my mate. If not, I would be here now alone, planning to go look for her again. My entire form trembled when I felt her fur change to smooth skin. I didn't bother opening my eyes before lifting her up into my arms, holding her tightly to my naked chest, I carried her to the bed. Cuddling on the massive mattress with her, my body engulfed her naked one. "I was
After I had a good cry, Dane helped me to freshen up and gave me a female hooded jacket to wear with matching joggers. "This smells new," I said, putting the fabric to my nose. "Yeah, I bought it for you just in case…" he said, sounding a tad annoyed "In case of what?" I asked. He was already heading to the exit door and threw me a glare over his shoulder. "You were always in some kind of trouble every time I came here. Do you recall the state you were in the last time I rescued you and your roommate from your dates?" he said, making the last word sound like a dirty word. I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment. "Technically…" I started to say. "Facts, Saraya, simple facts. You were out with four men, got drunk, did drugs, and almost got raped. Your roommate was already having sex in the front seat of the car," he said in a snarl. "Technically you both went out looking for trouble and found it." "Dane, that wasn't what happened!" I said, feeling really terrible, wonderin
Considering the situation on ground, and with a house full of Lycans, I had no intention of having sex with Saraya when we went up to the room but then I wasn't surprised we still did. She always had a way of getting to me and one would think after decades together our passion would have simmered down but every time I fucked her it felt like the first time. I figured a few of the reasons was her passionate nature, the fact that she was incredibly beautiful and has a hot body and then there was the magical effect of being mated. Or perhaps it was her loving nature and the incredulity of her loving a creature like me that always got me intoxicated and obsessed. Being mated does not command automatic affection though. And knowing how fucked up I was, she loved me anyway. I pressed a kiss to her forehead as I helped her get dressed. My eyes kept settling on the evident outline of her nipples, straining against the velvet fabric, and knew there was no way in hell I was letting her out
We compromised and she wore one of the hoodies that were a size bigger — not that it helped in my opinion. But I tried not to be an ass about it and assisted her instead. She interlaced her fingers with mine, burrowing into my side as we made it back downstairs. We found the guardians in the kitchen as expected: a few were sitting on the tall-stand stools by the wide top, marble-covered worktable while the rest stood about, eating steaks from ceramic plates. Anastasios Martas wasn’t present of course neither was Evanore Cinnabar Thornheart. I silently hoped Anastasios Martas was able to do something to help her. And with the obvious drip of blood from the rare cooked beef, the guardians were consuming, I need not wonder why I could perceive uneasiness from the grey hair older woman standing behind the kitchen worktable. I let out a sigh. Saraya’s hold tightened, and I tried to remember if she had seen me eat rare beef since she returned, otherwise this would be as strange to her es
All the guardians stood up and the noise of the sturdy chairs dragging on the marble flooring sounded in the room. Anastasios Martas acknowledged them with a nod.I saw he had helped himself with one of my new clothes and had evidently taken a bath. When I cocked an eyebrow at him he shrugged and said, “Sorry.”“How is she?” Saraya said, leaving the table to take a few steps toward the guardian. She wrung her hands and rocked on her feet when she came to a stop about four inches away from him as if there was a bubbling energy within her small frame.“She is better… at least,” he replied directing his gaze to her before reverting the purple gleam my way. I shook my head, letting him know he should give as little information as possible. He gave me a subtle nod. “I need to feed her,” he said still holding my gaze. “And she wants to see you,” he said to Saraya. She gave him a jerky nod and glance back at me. Her anxiety was palpable. “What can she eat?” I asked, going to stand by her s
I let out a low growl when the foundation of the building started to shake. This fuckers are going to ruin my fucking house! My eyes caught and held Saraya’s. “I will be fine, baby, I promise,” she said automatically as if she could sense my hesitancy to leave her behind. I held her gaze for about a minute more before directing my eyes to Anastasios Martas and said, “If anything happens to her, you are going to hate me.” “I will guard them both. Go do what you must!” he retorted. Giving Evanore a curt nod, I left the room and then started to jog down the hallway. By the time I got downstairs, my Foyer no longer had a door. “Great!” I muttered under my breath and hurried to the kitchen. “Mrs. Brown?!” I thundered. A head popped out from under the worktable well enough to peer in my direction. “Sir?” she croaked. “Where is James?” I asked without delay. “Something snatched him … he was right there..” she said in between sobs, pointing at the side wall that now had a hole in
I was nervous to meet my mother … no sister. I felt I had failed her in some way. And wondered how she would receive me. I had let her down by just accepting Isidora's words or maybe it was the grief that ate at me. Losing my only family; the only person I truly trusted was hard for me. I was glad she held no grudges. Hearing her confirm Dane's deduction about my mother was surreal. It felt like mere speculation when Dane told me and now I know without any doubt that he was right. Evanore was my sister and not my mother. I have so many questions to ask about my biological father and wanted to know if Hekate ever came back to check on us, but I decided to do that later. Perhaps when we are alone. Fury welled inside me as she told us about her ordeal with Isidora. That two-faced bitch will get what is coming to her. I am so happy Evanore was going to be alright and it was a tad endearing to watch the powerful immortal hovering about her like some guardian angel. He was a guardian aft
With chest heaving, I stood in the middle of dead bodies, the guardians surrounding me scanning the grounds for more of the fuckers. "What do you want me to do with these ones?" Wulfgar Hawk asked, shoving the two survivors into our circle. They had both regressed into their human form and were watching us like prey would a predator. One was bigger than the other; they both had black eyes with long straight hair. And beneath the blood-stained bodies, I could see their skin was tan to an almost golden brown. The iron collar around their necks was still intact and the depth of resentment in their eyes was almost personal. "What are your names?" I asked, striding closer to them. They exchanged a look before reverting their gazes to me. "What good are our names when you are just going to slaughter us anyway!" The bigger one snarled. "You are right. You are no use to me dead or alive which is why you must watch how you speak to me…" "Or what? Kill us already, savage! What good ever