Love Beyond Realms

MIKAEL The door to my office swung open after a couple of knocks on the door which I'd ignored. But, the person behind the door was a persistent bastard; Lorenzo is his name. We've known each other since highschool and now he's also working for me as the head of HR department. He might be the only person who understands me even though I act like a jerk towards him most of the time. "Busy, I see" he said, a smirk playing on his lips. I rolled my eyes and continued to type furiously on my laptop. "I see you didn't get the hint" I replied and he shrugged. "What can I say? I have a knack for making my own rules and breaking everybody else's rules"He might be a jerk. But, he's been by my side even when I'd been banished from my pack. I am the illegitimate son of my father. It's why the pack elders ganged up against me. I was accused of murdering innocent women and was stripped of my title as alpha. "Seriously boss, you're getting worse" he said and I frowned. "What?""You've bee

BLAIR Him.It was Him sitting right in front of me, dressed in a dark blue suit that molded his muscular form and a sparkly white shirt with two unbuttons undone. His dark hair was brushing the top of his collar and he had an undercut hairstyle that made him look incredibly attractive. His eyes were grey. The lightest of greys. His eyelashes were incredibly long for a male's. There was a scar on his face, a scar that made him look frighteningly badass. It was Altan, the guy in the photo. But for certain reasons, he looked different. He was a werewolf. I could tell. He smelt like lavender. Maya, my wolf, wouldn't stop whining about how good our mate looked. However, there was a dark aura around him and his eyes held nothing but cold emptiness. Realizing this, I snapped out of my reverie and started to panic. I knew I shouldn't be anywhere around him. It's safe to say I was afraid of falling for him. But, I needed this job. I had two options. Walk away and avoid heartbreak or tak

MIKAEL Cold water came in contact with my skin as soon as I stepped under the shower. The remnants of the dream I'd had few minutes ago lingered in my mind, bringing several thoughts with it. I was trapped in a web of confusion. Maybe it was because I didn't know why I was dreaming about my look alike who had committed suicide. Maybe it was because the young lady I'd seen in my dream looked so much like my guest, Miss Kennedy. But why? This was the second time I was having a dream about our look alikes. The question remains why? I couldn't refer this to something pertaining to the supernatural, even though I was a werewolf, but this felt too strange. The dreams had felt real and even now, I could still feel the pain in my wrists and stomach. There was something awfully disturbing about all of this and it was driving me nuts. By the time, I was done with showering, I towel dried myself and got dressed. Unable to get back to sleep, I went to my study and sat down there. I decid

BLAIR I tried desperately not to overthink Mikael's words but I failed miserably. What on Earth did he mean by 'You saw something too, didn't you?'.Did it mean that he had seen what I'd seen at that moment? If that was the case, I was very worried. It meant that Mikael was slowly regaining his past memories and soon, he was going to find out the truth. The question was, what do we do then? How would he react? When I returned from work later that day, Mikael and I ate dinner together. None of us had the courage to talk about what had happened at the office and I was prepared to leave it at that, until Mikael decided to start up a conversation I was in no way, prepared for. "Blair" he began and my head jerked up. It was the first time he was speaking to me informally. It was also the first time he wasn't calling me a different name. "Yes?" I responded and looked up from my food, tensing up when I met his electric gaze. Tonight, he didn't look angry or blank as always. He

MIKAEL The horror that filled Blair's hazel eyes didn't go unnoticed by me when I asked her who Altan was. I was desperate for answers, but the look on her face made me feel guilty. She looked so scared and heartbroken. Still, it didn't make any sense. Earlier, while I had fallen asleep in my study, I had dreamt another strange dream. Like always, I'd dreamt about my look-alike. This time, his name had been Altan. I didn't understand why there was this sudden aggressive desperation to know the truth. I was struggling to keep calm, but I also knew I was failing miserably."Won't you give me an answer?" I asked, my gaze unwavering. She swallowed hard, refusing to make direct eye contact with me. "W-what? I don't know what you're talking about" she responded. "I don't think so" I countered. She stiffened."I told you... I don't know what you're talking about. I don't know who Altan is. I haven't heard the name before" There was something about the way she was desperately trying to