“Aren’t you coming with us?” she asks, looking up at me with big eyes. “They said you had to come with us!” I smile and shake my head. “I’m coming home with you, Sese. But I won’t be driving with you. It’s safer like this.” “You always say that. But it doesn’t make any sense.” She scrunches up her
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
Artemisia “Have you lost your mind?” I gasp, clenching my cup of coffee as Ramona cracks up. “You are such a pervert.” She recovers from her fit of laughter, wiggling her finger at me. “Come on. He sounds like an awesome guy. I know that your family is scared about him coming to get you, but maybe