Artemisia “Get your dirty hands off her, Finnegan,” Logan shouts, making Fynn chuckle as he steps away from me to let himself fall to the floor tackled by his brother. Logan swings again, punching Fynn right into his face, but doesn’t get more than another laugh. “Stop it!” I scream, trying to ge
“No, that won’t be necessary, but thank you,” I smile at him tiredly, and he sits down in front of me. “Artemisia…” he starts but I shake my head. “Could we not talk about it please?” I ask, and he distorts his face. With an exhale, he pushes my plate back to me. “Eat! It will make you feel bette
Artemisia “I, Riccardo Saviano, future Alpha of the Gray Shadow Moon Pack, reject you, Artemisia Guerrieri, Daughter of Alpha Franco of the Blood Moon Pack, as my mate and future Luna.” I flinch as my feet touch the surface of the cold water and groan as the flashback of the day in which I accepte
Artemisia “All that shouting doesn’t really suit a pretty lady.” My brother chuckles as he walks into my bedroom. I scoff, rolling my eyes, continuing to sulk while staring outside the window. “It’s just not fair.” “A lot of things aren’t!” He simply states, getting me to turn around to look a
Artemisia He can’t be my mate. His scent would have overpowered everyone else’s easily and signaled me that he was near. I chew at my thumbnail while my thoughts keep running wild about the fact that all of this just doesn’t make any sense. Also, how bothersome it would be to have a Blackwood as
Artemisia Before my panic can rise drastically, I calm myself down, as his scent must have been enough for me to spot him as my second chance mate. And even if his scent is mouthwatering, it isn’t screaming mate. “Is that a quirk of yours?” I look at him confused, finding him smiling. The hell?!
Artemisia “They were kissing!” Zeno shouts, making me gasp. “Liar!” Giorgio groans, passing a hand over his face. “This is enough! Zeno, I’ll be thinking about an appropriate punishment for you, and you will apologize to Alpha Blackwood appropriately.” After what had happened at the lake, and th
Giorgio The sun's rays make me open my eyes with a groan, and I turn around, laying my arm around my wife’s waist, and pulling her close. She giggles, turning around to kiss me, and I smile. “How are you feeling?” “Strange, but good strange.” I chuckle, hugging her tighter. “I’m glad.” “Are you