The emotion within Jamie swirled in all its fury, growing so magnanimous that he struggled to contain it within himself. He felt himself shake, growing suffocated with each passing second. He could no longer stay in the room. His feet took him away from his mother, going to the window. As he reached it, he swung them open and shoved his head out, reeling in a deep breath. He felt beads of sweat trickle down his forehead and along the tip of his cold nose. She felt a touch on his shoulder then, urging him to turn around but he resisted. “Jamie, please.” His mother sobbed, “Look at me.” “Get out of here.” He said in a low voice. “Jamie…” “I don't want to look at you.” He said, whirling around. “You and your husband, what a fucked up pair you are. One kills his own child and the other covers for him. That was bloody loyal of you, mother.” “What else was I supposed to do?” She cried, “If I had revealed the truth to you, he would’ve killed me too.” Jamie scoffed, looking away. There
Emma released a tearless sob as pushed the flush button on her commode. Leaning back onto her heels, Emma sat down on the bathroom floor as her head began to spin. It was the third time in a row today that she was retching in the bathroom, emptying all of her stomach’s content. She had no clue why she fell so sick suddenly that she couldn’t even keep a glass of water inside her. It was perhaps due to the stress that she’s been experiencing lately, which only aggravated as Jamie left her alone there.She felt her body burn as beads of sweat collected on her forehead. Wiping it off, she slowly reached for the wall for support and brought herself to stand on her feet. Although wobbly, she made her way to the basin and ran the tap, splashing some water on her tired face. As she looked into the mirror, she realized that she looked hideous. Dark circles covered the skin under her eyes as her face shrunk to reveal her bones. She looked visibly dehydrated, in desperate need of help and rest.
Emma released a strangled cry as he neared her. Inching backwards, she tried to get up on her feet and get away from him, but she couldn’t. Before she could do so much as raise up on her feet, he kicked her down, stamping his foot on her chest. Crouching down, he held her hands and pinned them to the ground, rendering her immobile. She widened her eyes as he inched his face closer to her, feeling completely helpless within the confines of his body. “Let me go!” She screamed, eyes filled with fear. “Please!” “You deserve to die in my hands, just like that bastard that tried to take away my daughter.” He said, “These hands have killed so many of you, you think you will be spared my mercy? Never. I’d rather die than let you go.”Raising his knife, he angled it right above her abdomen. Emma’s eyes widened in surprise as she realized what he was doing. Her baby.. No! He couldn’t do that to her baby. “The venom in your body..” He said, “It’s supposed to kill your ability to shift into yo
“You either keep your hands to yourself or find a knife driven through your flesh.” Emma gritted through her teeth as Alex gave her a crooked smile. It had been too long since the man was bothering her with flirtatious comments. And now, he crossed the line by placing his hand on her butt. Emma was not going to ignore his advances this time. She might be an employee here, but that didn’t mean she would go above and beyond to cater to her clients.As she filled the tray with emptied glasses, he leaned toward her ear. “You wouldn’t dare, darling.”She glared over her shoulder. “Keep talking and you’ll find out.” she said, and before she could round the corner and get behind the bar, she felt him yank her by her arm. Whirling her around, his fingers tightened on her skin, towering over her with menacing eyes. “Careful woman. You don’t want to push it.” “Let go of me, you brute!” “Give me a kiss and I will.” He said, leaning closer to her. Before his lips could reach hers, she felt a
Emma felt her cheeks heat up at his comment, sure of the red color that was dominating her features. This man clearly knew how to woo his women. Before she could retort, she heard someone yell at her. “Can I get a pitcher, miss?” It was a man holding out his card on the bar, awaiting her. “I’ll be back in a minute.” She mumbled to Jamie before she headed toward her new customer. Instantly after she’d uttered it, she clasped her eyes shut in regret. Why did she have to say that? That was her chance to get rid of him. Inwardly groaning, she poured the beer into the pitcher glass. She looked over her shoulder to see if Jamie was still there, and much to her dismay, he was. Why did she care if he was around? Was she looking forward to spending time with him? If it weren’t for the fact that he selflessly put himself before that asshole, she would’ve hardly entertained him. Despite the fact that he looked incredibly attractive to her, with his dark brown hair falling on his forehead in
“Where do you want me to start?” Came Emma’s meek reply, her voice evident of exhaustion and reluctance. “You said you don’t belong to any pack.” Jamie said, looking at her from the corner of his eyes. “Why is that?”He watched as she fumbled with her fingers in her lap, surely nervous of the situation. However, when he heard her sigh, he knew he didn’t have to press on the matter further. “I am an adopted child. My parents are humans.” Jamie took a quick look at her, trying to analyze her face for any signs of lying. Unfortunately, she remained emotionless. “Your birth parents are werewolves then?” “Most likely. I’ve never seen them. Nor have my parents. The foster care took me in when they found me by the road, when I was less than a week old. A year later, my parents adopted me, and I’ve lived a normal human life with them.”“A normal life?” Jamie said, “I’m sure your parents have witnessed your wound healing ability when you’ve hurt yourself as a child. That is anything but nor
Tom choked in response, caught by surprise. Eyes wide with disbelief, he studied his friend for any sign of mirth in his features, but its absence only concerned him more. The man who had no space for anyone but himself in his life was blessed with a mate? “I can hardly believe it.” Tom said, “I thought you were destined to be alone forever.” Jamie threw him an unimpressive look, “I’m a werewolf, Tom. Of course I was destined to find my mate.” “But?” He said, “Why are you surprised then?” “It’s just…” Jamie looked away, “I hadn’t expected to find one anytime soon. At least not in the current circumstance.” “Well, cupid doesn’t knock on the door before he strikes his arrow.” Tom said, “Is she aware?”“That I’m her mate? I would guess not. She seems quite unaware of things.” “Such as?” “She was raised by human parents. I doubt she has much knowledge about our way of life.”“So you trust what she said?” “Of course.”Tom frowned at him, “Then why take the pain of coming all the wa
Cold water began to run down Jamie’s spine as he heard the ring of his cellphone. Turning the shower head off, he headed out to fetch the device by the basin. It was Tom. “Did you find anything?” Jamie spoke before he pressed the phone to his ear. “Nothing,” Tom replied, “Like you said, she’s clean.” A sense of contentment spread through him upon hearing his words. He wasn’t sure if it was because he was right like always or because he secretly hoped Emma was not a threat to them, but nonetheless, he was happy with what he was hearing. His way was clear, and he didn’t have to worry about her for a while. “Hello? Are you still there?”“Yes.” He said, “If you’re satisfied, we can move on to more important tasks.”“I’m bummed that I was wrong, but yeah, she is clean. Spending any more time on her would be a waste. I mean, all she does is go to the bar for work and meet up with a couple of friends. That’s as normal as it gets.” “Friends, you say?” Jamie asked, growing curious.“Yeah,