Artemisia I’m holding my pups to my chest, wrapping my arms around them in the hopes of warming them up with my own body heat as I’m sitting in a bathtub filled with ice. Their screams rip my heart to pieces, but I can’t give up, it doesn’t matter how much I feel my strength glide from my limbs, I
“Drake!” I shout happily and he climbs over the edge of the tub, to charge towards me and envelop me into a bear hug. I screech as I fall backwards, bracing for the impact but it never comes. Fire streams back through my body, feeling awfully comfortable now as it warms up my blood, making my nerv
Artemisia The air gets knocked out of my lungs as I get pulled against Matthew’s frame, hitting his hard chest. I scream as I thrash in his arms, but he holds me firm to his chest. “I knew you were going to come back for me,” he whispers, making the hair on the back of my neck stand up. Fynn
Looking up slowly, I fight hard to keep my fast breathing in check. Matthew has stilled in his attacking stance as Fynn’s claw has pushed through his chest, ripping out his heart in the process. My eyes widen as I watch Matthew lowering his gaze to observe his heart beating outside his chest, ju
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?!