“How?” I asked my voice low. She looked past me, and her eyes glazed over.
“I want to help you Esma.” She repeated her words pressing on the word help. I stared at her eyes for one long minute before shaking my head. She holds my hand and lifted it up to examine it.
“See, so many scars, healed but fresh. You were using the talisman, but it isn’t of your help anymore. You needed answers.” She said straight to the point. How did she know about the talisman?
“You wanted to know about Reed’s past? I can help you.” She said seriously as if she wanted me to believe her, her eyes looked pleading and maybe some concern. I scoff.
“Oh yeah, like Reed did. You wanted to make me your puppet?” I asked mockingly.
Her eyes widened I don’t know if in shock or something else but soon she recovered.
“I didn’t asked Reed to take my help. H
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I gulped soundly. He turned towards me painfully slowly. He glared at me like a hawk.I look like deer caught in a spotlight. Nowhere to escape I remained at my spot. His breathing was rugged and there was a turmoil of emotions in his eyes. Hurt, pain, regret but the one which was most prominent was the anger.Fuck.He was furious on me for not telling him about the letters. As if reading my thoughts, he clutched the paper in his hand harder.“What is this?” he grumbled, his voice on edge. He was in no mood to mess with.“Ummm… a letter.” I said innocently.He closed his eyes and rubbed them in exaggeration. I was shrinking by every minute. He was leaking a very dangerous aura. When he opened them, they were the most intense blue shade I have ever seen. He smirked and took a large step towards me eating most of the distance.I stepped back in reflex, he looked so carnal. So dangerous and I shudder
The wings flutters to and fro in the dark, sprinkling dusty scales in the circles of light. I am struggling to resist, but I am equally tempted to reach the light. I am drawn to it. and then, it’s so bright and I am flying too close to the sun, dazzled by the light, melting from the heat, it’s warmth, weary in my endeavour to stay airborne. I am so warm, the heat… it’s so stifling, overpowering, it wakes me. I opened my eyes feeling hot and bothered. I fluttered my eyes and soon come into my senses. I am draped in Reed Xander. He’s wrapped around me like a victory flag. He is fast asleep with his head on my chest and his arm over me, holding me close, one of his leg is thrown over and hooked around both of mine. He was suffocating me with his heat, and he is heavy. I took the moment to absorb that he is still in my bed and fast asleep. Tentatively I lifted my left hand and touched his back with my fingertips. Deep in his sleep, I hea
Neither Read nor August break the eye-contact. I could see how August holds Diana in his arms. His wolf was on the surface. His eyes shows possessiveness and sincerity. It was only nine in the morning and I don’t know how many surprises are packed for the day. Diana looked shyly towards me for her rescue. I smiled and winked at her. Her cheeks reddened more if possible. After god knows for how long Reed finally shakes his head and said something incoherently. Something about moon goddess and sprinted in his room leaving all of us surprised. August didn’t break his sight until Reed closed the door behind him. “You stupid idiot, you are choking her.” I slapped him on his arm to get his attention. August looked at me and then at Diana and for a moment his eyes softened. As if he didn’t believe how come he get something so precious. He looked adorably at her as if already fallen for her. Diana blushed crimson red under his intense gaze. He pulled h
Esma’s pov I closed the door behind me after bidding good night to Diana and my mother. Reed had vanished. Diana told me he had gone for some work along with Asher and will probably return by tomorrow. Since Diana told me she had seen my death, my mind is not at rest. Who will kill me? I haven’t done any harm to anyone. Neither I have any enemy. If I have to die, I would have died when I went to meet Hecate. She could easily kill me with the snap of her finger. Also, she had the best reason to do so.Then who else? Diana told me the future is capricious. It is un predictable and based on our actions or thoughts. “The world is woven from the billions of lives Emmy. Every strand crossing every other. If we could just attenuate to a single strand, the future could be entirely calculative.”Diana’s words rang in my head. She talked into riddles but I can’t blame her. maybe witches are tau
“Reed.” He turned back immediately. “You know, magic comes with a cost and you have asked me a way more than what you deserved.” Hecate said, her voice so cold and clear, it could cut though glass. Reed nodded and walked outside the house. I followed him and walked out the door but before I could match his pace, the whole place dissolved into mist. There was nothing but darkness. I could hear some faint voices in the darkness, suddenly they grew louder and clearer, in next second, there was a loud shriek before everything turned silent. I looked everywhere in search of anything and slipped on something. My clothes soaked in the sticky liquid. The smell was foul and I could throw up any second. I quickly stood on my legs and walked in the direction from where I assumed, I hear the scream. I walked till I saw dash of light and soon find myself in front of the very familiar door of the castle. I opened the door and there he was, standing in all his glory
“Now, you know everything about me.” He said still sitting on the chair not breaking the eye contact. I gulped soundly. I looked like a small kid who caught red handed doing something she told no to do. We sat there looking in each other eyes trying to read minds. So much feelings and emotions were leaking in me through the mate bond. Anger, hurt, pain, but the one which was remarkably distinct was vulnerability. My heart aches and as if he realised that I could feel his turmoil of emotions he blocked me. He stood silently and walked towards the door. “No.” (This gives me a major déjà vu) He turned and looked above his shoulders. His eyes were filled with unshed tears and my heart aches for him. Behind those ocean blue eyes there was still that ten years old boy, I believe. Behind this hard muscular body there was a soft heart who still knows how to beat. “Please don't leave me. Not now, not ever.” I muttered and looked d
Author’s pov Esma lay in bed that night, reviewing the next day’s plan. She wished her head felt better. The talisman had taken a toll on her health. The witches and their magic didn’t suit the werewolves. She had already taken the aspirin, but the throbbing was worse. She was perspiring, and the room seemed unbearably hot. Her heart felt heavy. Sleep have somehow left her eyelids. She turned sidewards to look at the reason of her sleepless nights. The most tyrant, ruthless, merciless, a self-proclaimed wolf prince who thought he had no heart.Thecursed Alpha.Her mate.As if in cue, the man snored lightly. She set the alarm for the next day and continued admiring the beautiful features of her mate, until the sleep finally claimed her. The bell rang and she was in the same forest standing in the front of a ten years old boy with ocean blue eyes and
Esma’s pov The first thing that I was aware was something heavy draped over my shoulders. It constricted my movements. The second thing that I slowly became aware of was a wall behind me. My eyelids seemed to be too heavy to be lifted. When I tried to move, a wave of pain travelled through my body, forcing a whimper out of my lips. I instantly felt like thousand needles were pricked on my body simultaneously. “Esma,” a deep, manly voice rumbled over me. it took me some moment before I recognized the owner of the voice. I wanted to open my eyes to look at his beautiful face but it seemed like a tedious job for me. “Are you awake?” the same voice whispered, this time there was an urgency in his voice. I was only capable of whimpering in pain. My whole body seemed to be in some kind of post-burn-condition. the pain was unbearable. It made me numb. “Esma.” His voice was gentle enough to be mistaken as the chime of the wind, “Are y