Jenna
Shakily, I hand Blaze a pair of oversized sweatpants. Our fingers lightly brush against each other, and I withdraw my hand, burned by the touch. There is tension in the air, and Blaze tilts his head, eyeing me thoughtfully while pulling on the borrowed sweatpants.
Funnily enough, my oversized sweatpants fit him to a tee. The grey Adidas hug his muscular thighs and end above his calves.
I inhale deeply, letting out some steam. "So you said the vampires have brainwashed everyone?"
"Pretty much," His smile is dangerous, feral somehow. I repress the urge to shudder. This is my mate; he wouldn't hurt me. I repeat those words to calm myself, but it's not exactly working. Every brain cell is telling me the werewolf is dangerous.
I try to slow my breathing, hoping it will steady my beating heart. "But if that's true... Then why aren't I brainwashed? How can I still notice things aren't like they used to be?"
Blaze's smile sharpens. "You are th
JennaConfusion, fear, and sadness, I feel it all at once. Blood is dripping down on the ground and coloring Blaze’s skin red. The scene is making me nauseous. I hate blood, and yet, my hands move on their own. I remove my shirt and use the cloth to cover Blaze’s wound on his stomach until I notice it’s gone.What?!Dumbstruck, I stare at his stomach. Where there once was an open wound is now only blood. What the actual fuck? I frantically feel around his skin, convinced I might find his injury if I search hard enough.“But I could have sworn...?” I laugh at the bizarre situation, wrinkling my eyebrows as I try to make sense of what is happening.Blaze grabs my hand and keeps it still on his skin. I’m shaking as his eyes find mine. I can see uncertainty flickering within his honey-eyes and something resembling hope.“Do you think I’m a monster?” He asks in a pained voice. “As the al
ArielMany years ago, my mate Erika died in my arms. Twinkling stars guided her home, and even though I didn’t want her to leave me, I believe her body needed to rest.After many years of battling cancer, her old age combined with her disease took her away from me. She died peacefully in her sleep and left me in tears. Losing her was like losing a piece of myself. For so many years, Erika had been with me that living without her felt like suddenly waking up one day and realizing you are in hell.Everything turned ugly, and I stopped seeing the beauty in the world. Suddenly I could no longer appreciate anything. The sun felt cold, and the earth turned dull. My eyes no longer sought the stars, and my soul withered away.My grief turned me bitter and mean until finally, it grew to a deep hatred for the woman I once loved. Erika and her damn spell, she didn’t bond our souls together; she cursed me!Wherever I went, I would see her; I would
JennaWith Blaze lying on my couch, I'm shakingly drinking coffee while sitting on the floor. Hannah is sitting in my armchair while silently watching me with knowing eyes.I blush. I'm leaning against the side of Blaze's legs, unwilling to move away in case he would need me. Right now, his breaths are heavy as his body is recovering from the earlier battle.I clear my throat when Hannah smirks at me. "Eh, so, what happened at Starbucks?"Hannah's face darkens. "I ordered my usual vanilla latte, and as I was drinking it, this vampire gang throttled in like nothing and attacked a girl without no one batting their eye,"I stare at her. "What?!"Hannah crosses her arms with a horror-filled expression, brushing her hands against her arms as if calming herself. The memory is obviously haunting her. I almost feel bad for asking."Yeah," Hannah swallows thickly. "There are vampires everywhere. I don't know where they came from, but it feels
HannahSeeing a dragon for the first time is nothing short of terrifying. The beast is larger than a bus, with glowing eyes and a mouth capable of swallowing me whole.I shudder uncontrollably and look at Jenna, gasping in shock when I spot her running up to the landing creature.The dragon is terrifying, easily dwarfing her. I would never approach such a creature. But Jenna spread her arms to hug the creature's muzzle.Has she lost her damn mind?She should run away from danger, not treat it like a dog!"You're here!" Jenna cuddles the oversized lizard, and it huffs in satisfaction at the received affection.Confusion loops my mind seeing the odd couple. It baffles me how the dragon doesn't seem interested in eating her. Instead, it seems to listen to her."Lie down," Jenna laughs when the creature does as it was told. "Good boy!"Jenna then turns around, motioning for me to come closer. Her hand is resting on the creat
HannahThe atmosphere changes the moment I step into the woods. That earlier light gets replaced with darkness, beauty with horror.Right now, I'm walking through a nightmare, passing ghostly-looking trees. This isn't a place for a human, yet nothing can stop me from following that inner whisper of my heart.Determined, I lift the branch of a tree to enter a clearing. Blue flowers with an unnatural glow to them capture my eyes. They fill the entire clearing, spreading far and wide."Wow," I whisper, taken by the scene.The flowery beauty before me calms my speeding pulse. At first, I never expected to find anything pretty in the dark, but it seems there is beauty in even the darkest places.Affected to the brink of tears, I sit down in front of a flower. My fingertip touches the petals."My people call these flowers 'Lover's curse' if I remember correctly,"Startled by the sudden voice and thick accent, I twist my neck to searc
JennaI can't stand Ariel! It doesn't matter that we are mates; the guy is unbelievable!"Did you sleep with your other mate... What was his name again... Blaze?"Ignoring my second mate, I keep walking straight ahead without giving him the time of day.I've never seen Ariel this angry before, but I'm not frightened. His bark is louder than his bite."Don't ignore me!" Ariel growls."No!" I throttle forward, over rocks and flowers, while Ariel follows me like a dog. "I didn't sleep with him! And if I did, why do you care?! Didn't you tell me to get to know my other mate?"Ariel catches up with me. "Sleeping with him is hardly what I meant!"Frustration takes over, and I sigh dramatically. Ariel looks good; his anger only adds to his charm. Yet I angle away from him, cursing his rolled-up sleeves and exposed muscles."I don't know what you want," I tell him. "Have you ever heard that song by Katy Perry called Hot N Cold?
ArielStepping into the magical realm cleared my head. It seems Catherine got no power over me here. Finally, I can think freely without her compulsion stopping me from feeling things and saying what I want.And now, all I can think about is Jenna.Days ago, I thought it was selfish for me to want her, to steal her away from her destiny-chosen mate. But now I'm incapable of fighting against that burning sensation in my palms, that need to touch her.I want Jenna more than I've ever wanted anything. Guilt no longer pierces my soul when I think about the possibility of her rejecting this Blaze person to complete the mating ritual with me.'you want her both as your mate and rider? How interesting' Alastor murmurs. 'And also, greedy.''I don't care,' I growl at my inner dragon. 'I've always put other people's need before my own; I think it's time that I fight for what I want, what I need,''But in the end, it's Jenna who picks her mate,
Jenna Fighting the mate-bond is like walking through a burning house with no protection. Ariel is carrying me on his shoulders, refusing to put me down while my face is redder than a tomato. My bosom is melting, my heart turning into mush as his cologne enters my nostril, making them flare. I'm trying my hardest to breathe, act normal, but my nose is in his neck, and his dark hair is tickling my lips. Every curve, every straining muscle on his body: I can feel everything as he walks. It's nothing short of dizzying being this close to someone who just made me experience the most beautiful orgasm in my life. Before Ariel, I didn't think men could make me orgasm; I was wrong. "It shouldn't be very far to the castle," Ariel speaks softly. I hug him tighter as he walks over a log, and he chuckles, squeezing my smaller hand in his over his collarbone. Everything is magical, or it would be if I weren't so damn proud. I think I would b