Semua Bab The Wolf's Mate, Vampire's Bride (Against All Odds Duology): Bab 1 - Bab 10

Chapter 1: Trisha’s P.O.V: The first thing I noticed as I came to was that I was being suspended by my arms above my head. My arms were stretched up as they supported the weight of my entire body, my feet hanging above ground and the harshness of the rope against my skin was as unwelcome a perception as was the sensation of the absence of my clothes on my body. I could feel the gentle movement of air around my skin as if there wasn’t any thread of clothing left to prevent the chill. My nipples were pebbled hard and goose bumps appeared on my skin. I couldn’t feel anything else in the room, however. The air was dead silent, with the absence of any scents or movements that could help me figure out where I was. Which meant that I was either on a skyscraper, high enough that even my enhanced hearing couldn’t pick up any noises, or I was in an abandoned area somewhere far away from population which didn’t have enough buildings aro

Chapter 3: Trisha’s P.O.V: I burst out laughing, unable to keep my emotions in check. Erupting into a fit of giggles before it turned to a full out maniac laughter. Poor Zoey peaked from the kitchen to see if I was alright but I waved her away. Thankfully the girl took the hint and went right back to preparing breakfast for Neema. “Bring you Damien Vandolff?” I asked, after my laughter had subsided. “What am I supposed to do? Carry him on my back and hand him over to you? The man can teleport, Mr. Donovan, if you haven’t heard the news yet!” “I’m aware, Ms. Redfern,” his voice had turned serious. “Which is why I want you to meet me at Paradise International this afternoon, 1p.m on the dot, room no. 2101. Don’t be late, or you might regret it.” The phone went dead before I could say anything and I kept staring at the phone, speechless, for the next ten minutes. Helplessly, I shifted my gaze to t

Chapter 5: Trisha’s P.O.V: My phone started ringing halfway through my way to the office. I picked it up without looking at the screen. “Hello?” “My office. 10 minutes.” Although the message was short and curt, there was no mistaking who it was from. That voice never softened, never lost its power. And even after everything he did to me, that voice still made a shiver run down my spine. I only realized how hard I was gripping the steering wheel when I felt the dents in the metal in the shape of my fingers. Throwing my phone on the passenger’s seat, I turned the car around and headed towards the Castle as fast as I could without running someone over. The guards let me through without checking my ID and my stomach twisted in knots. Damien was waiting for me. Once parked in front of the huge arched doorway to the castle, I took off my shades and placed them on the passenger’s seat. Taking a deep b

Chapter 7: Trisha’s P.O.V: I blinked several times to get adjusted to the blinding lights coming from in front of me as the bag was lifted from my head. But as soon as my eyes adjusted to the harsh lighting, I began searching for Neema. He’d been ripped from my arms when those men had brought me inside a building. I’d been able to hear him near me, hear his heartbeat, until a few seconds ago. “The boy’s safe. You're the real threat here.” I instantly recognized Lucas’s voice. How could I not? No vampire had such a warm, husky voice. “I've agreed to help you.” I turned to face him on the other side of the desk from me. “I took a huge leap of faith coming here when Damien would've been the known enemy.You should've put more faith in me.” I motioned with my head at the two wolves at my back. Lucas narrowed his eyes at me, bright topaz rather than the hazel I’d seen earlier; but then the wolves at my back started

Chapter 9: Trisha’s P.O.V:  “W-wh-hat’re you doing here?” I stuttered out. NO! This can’t be happening! “How d-did you fi-find me?” Damien stood up from the bed, dressed in his usual black shirt and pants. His face was expressionless as he took slow, steady steps towards me. The green of his eyes lit from within like an emerald that has been exposed to the sun. “You thought you could get away from me that easily?” His words gave me all the strength I needed to fight back. Strength fueled with anger and desperation. “And you thought I’d go back to you like a lost puppy even after you tried to take Neema away from me?” I spat at him, trying to keep my voice low so as not to wake Neema or alert any of the guards. “I thought you were going to help me! But the only reason you asked me to visit you in the castle was so your men could raid my house while I was away!” “Careful, Trisha,” Damien narrowed h