“That’s strange,” I heard the werewolf mumble. “It’s not fading”
Fading?
“Is it supposed to fade?”
“Yes,” he turned to me with a suddenly ominous smile. “Dylan Hayes is dying after all”
My heart started pounding on my chest as his words continued to echo in my mind. Then, I remembered the dream that I had that just felt so real. Maybe it was real. Do mates even have the ability to communicate through dreams? But even so, I’m human. It can’t be.
"Thank you."Enzo smirked at me as he removed his hand on my cheek. "No need. This isn't for free after all."Apparently, my mark should've disappeared within hours after Dylan's death, but it had been over a week since the assassination attempt and the skin behind my ear is still as swollen as ever. It didn't help me either that my body has been fatally craving his pheromones. Luckily, Enzo was kind enough to offer me his, though not the same, for a price—he'll use me as bait to lure Dylan out and finish the job.The rest of the slaves were sent somewhere safe, where the rest of the rescued humans were housed since they were—
I woke up a few minutes before sunrise.As I rolled onto my side, I felt a small bump on my cheek so I reached out a hand under my pillow, and true enough, there was a small glass spray bottle containing some pink fizzy liquid. I groggily propped myself up onto my elbows before popping off the plastic lid to take a curious sniff at the nozzle. It didn't smell like anything so I assumed that it must be the pheromone cologne that Enzo promised to give me the night before. I just wish that I wouldn't smell like anything disgusting once I put this on.The dream that I had was slowly fading from my memory which made me alarmingly jump off the bed. It was a good thing that I was in a separate room from Enzo and the rebels so I didn't have the difficulty packing up the few clothes that I was
Dylan wasn't kidding when he told me that he would be washing Enzo's pheromones off of me.Perhaps it was because we hadn't been intimate for quite a while that the first thing that came into my head when he pulled me into a motel room in a hurry was sex or perhaps I was just slowly becoming a pervert. But here I was in a cheap motel's surprisingly clean bathtub with an angry alpha werewolf scrubbing every inch of my body with a loofah."Just how much pheromones did that bastard give you?" he muttered in frustration, his hands never ceased for a moment from moving. I inwardly groaned in pain as he started getting a little bit rougher by the second which was probably because he was also getting even more annoyed. "I can't believe he would dare touch a woman who's obviously mated
"You've become a naughty little girl, haven’tyou?"Dylan held me by the chin and tilted my head to make me look up at him. The blush on his face and the shortness of his breath made me feel accomplished. I liked that I was the one who made him feel that way. The sweet aftertaste of his secretion in my mouth was another reminder."Would you do something about it?" I replied with a teasing smile. The confidence got the best of me so I moved to sit him down on the bed and position myself on his lap, purposely rubbing my clit against his crotch."You probably should stop playing with me like this, Isabella," he growled playfully before k
"Isabella, don't get me wrong. I'm not acting this way because of the mark," he cut me off. Then, he breathed out as if he was trying to calm himself down before continuing, "I genuinely care for you...I don't know what this is, but I need you by my side."My tears suddenly stopped flowing and I stared at him, my mouth agape and my confession stuck at the tip of my tongue. All I managed to do was stupidly choke on my tears before mumbling, "What?"Dylan seemed to get more and more anxious by the second. He ran his fingers through his hair out of nervousness as he started to subtly hop from one foot to another. "I don't know when or how. I just...""You just?" I urged him when he trailed off mid-sentence. My heart was beating dangerously fa
"This is why it's important to wear socks," Dylan said with a lighthearted chuckle as he carefully applied some soothing cream on the sores on my feet. They were blisters, he said. And apparently, it was caused by the hours of walking without socks on. "Ow," I grumbled, pulling my foot back. He held my ankle tighter and continued to apply the cream. I've never had blisters before, perhaps because I'm used to walking barefoot. When Dylan was done, he slowly slipped on a pair of black socks that he took from his backpack. They were quite big for me, but I was too grateful to point that out. "We need to start moving," he said. He seemed unaware that he was massaging my calves. "Do you think you can manage?" "I think so." We spent one more night in the motel. Dylan told me that he was planning that we stay there for a week at least, but when he looked out the window this morning, he found a few wanted posters pasted on the lampposts. So soon enough, his pack would be combing this par
"Isabella," he whispered in a low voice. "It's not that far from here. I smell corpses...a lot of them." Immediately, my body began to shake in fear and dread. I wanted to know more yet was tempted to just walk away at the same time. But I couldn't possibly shake off my gut feeling. I knew then that I wouldn't be able to leave without thinking about this. Dylan turned to me and held me by the shoulders. He looked at me, boring his eyes deep into mine. The panic in his face told me that he knew what I was thinking. "We should go. It's dangerous." "No," I shook my head. "I can't just...go."
Dylan and I hopped onto a bus that would take us outside the city. I spritzed on the last few drops of my pheromone cologne and hid my ugly swollen eyes with a hat that painfully bore a ridiculous slogan of a certain appetite suppressant candy. With my thin figure, I wouldn't be surprised if some she-wolves would stop by to ask how long it took the product to work for me. I looked stupid.But half an hour into the ride, the dumb slogan was the least of my worries."Dylan," I called out whilst anxiously grabbing the sleeve of his sweatshirt. I sat up straight in my seat to take a clearer glance at the street. Cold sweat began to run down the sides of my face. "What are we gonna do?"The road, according to the map we had, was one of the few