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DAKOTA "Mel, it's not what you think. I-I can assure you" My boyfriend of two years stammers while I stand in front of the bed, frozen to the spot. Vera scrambles out of bed, holding the white sheets to her chest. I feel like I am dreaming. It doesn't make sense that Vera has just been in bed with my boyfriend. Vera who is supposed to be my bestfriend. Vera who had rubbed my back and let me cry in her arms each time I recalled the pain my ex-mate had caused me. I swallow hard, the tears stinging my eyes. My heart hurts. I feel like I'm suffocating. "Melanie, I-"I cut her off before she can complete her statement. "How long has this been going on?" I ask, my voice shaky. "That's not-" Carter can barely look me in the eyes. It is at this point that the rage sets in. "I'm going to kill you. Right here. Right now" my voice has gone so cold, I can barely recognize it. Color drains from their faces and they start to back away, already pleading with me. I am trembling as my blood b
DAKOTA The guy who has just kissed me on the forehead, waves a hand in front of my face and leans closer to me. He's so good looking. But, who is he? Why is he shoving his face in mine? What in the world is going on? "Love? You remember me, right?" He asks. I swallow hard. He looks so heartbroken, I want to cry for him. "Kota, do you really not remember us?" the first guy asks. I don't know what to say. How can I tell them that I am not the 'Kota' they used to know? "You're my little sister, Kota. How can you not remember that?" the blue eyed guy asks, his voice cracking at the end of his statement. I want to give him a hug. "I'm sorry" I croak. The shock of hearing my new voice washes over me. It is sweeter and a lot warmer than my actual voice. Gosh, I must have hit quite the jackpot. However, that excitement is short lived when tears begin to fall from the warm brown eyes of the guy who had called me 'Love'."Don't you remember me? It's me, Hunter. Your Hunter. Babe, why are
DASHIELL She stares at me with wide blue eyes, her lips parted. Dakota has always been a beautiful sight. The last time I'd seen her is six months ago. I had heard about her accident from her brother. According to him, she is currently suffering from amnesia. Now, I find it strange that she's right here in the lobby. Besides, there's a look in her eyes that clearly states that she recognizes me. I am curious about that. "Do you recognize me?" I ask and she blinks. "Have we met before?" She asks. I let out a sigh. Right, she probably just thinks I'm familiar. "Did you come here alone?" I ask. She nods her head. Then, she shakes her head. She looks confused. "Were you alone? You shouldn't be left alone. I'll call your brother to come pick you up" I tell her and she nods, lowering her gaze to the ground.All of a sudden, I feel a strong pull towards her and the urge to imprint on her washes over me. I freeze, my thumb hovering over the screen of my phone. I stare at Dakota who is
FEW HOURS BEFORE THE BANQUET.VIOLET My date looks nervous and can barely make eye contact with me. He keeps fidgeting on his seat and the constant act of him clearing his throat is already starting to annoy me. My sister had set me up on a blind date. Apparently, he is a friend of hers. It is the only reason why I'm not walking out of the diner right now. "Do you like your food?" Malcolm asks after what feels like decades. "It's nice. I like it" I respond and he licks his lower lips. "I don't know much about you. Can you enlighten me?" he says, bringing a glass of red wine to his lips. For a moment, I'm distracted by the vibrant color of the liquid as he gulps it down. I realize that I'm actually starving. The last time I drank blood is five days ago. I've been quite busy with work. "... listening?" I blink, refocusing my attention on Malcolm who looks puzzled. "Sorry, what were you saying?" I ask, giving him an apologetic smile. He parts his lips to say something but
DAKOTA Few hours before the banquet. Clenching my fists, I tap my right foot on the ground, repeatedly. The silence is discomforting, almost eerie. For the past sixty minutes, I've been sitting here in this large room with it's imposing paintings and jarring interior decorations. On the center table is a bottle of wine and a couple of wine glasses. My anxiety is peaking. Earlier, I'd been summoned by The Six. I'd stepped out of the house and had arrived at a strange looking building. My limbs had moved of their own accord. I find it disturbing. But, what can I do? The Six basically gave me a rare opportunity, I don't have a choice."You're here."I look up, my gaze meeting Landon's warm ones. He's standing in front of the door, a hint of a smile on his lips. He walks towards me and sits on the couch directly opposite me. He picks up the bottle of wine and opens it. I watch him as he pours the red liquid into two of the wine glasses. He hands one of them to me. I hesitan
DAKOTA "Give me an answer, Dakota. Did someone ask you to go after the seals?" "What seals? What on Earth are you talking about?" I demand, deciding to feign ignorance. "You know exactly what I'm talking about. Don't lie to me" he spits, his eyes flashing with rage. He is intimidating this way. It is taking me so much will power to stand upright before him. "I told you, I don't know what you're talking about! Stop accusing me!" I cry out. His expression falters, confusion written all over his face. "Get your hand off my mate, right now."I freeze at the sound of Hunter's voice. Dashiell's frown deepens. Slowly, he releases my hand from his grip."Your mate?" Hunter approaches us and takes my hand in his. His gaze meets Dashiell's."You heard me." My heart sinks. If Hunter was Dakota's mate and Dashiell is my mate, my secret is bound to be exposed. The only way to prevent it from happening is to block my scent, subsequently blocking out Dashiell's ability to sense me. "S
DASHIELL"...signed contracts... Ashville...CEO will be visiting today...Sir? Are you alright?" I can vaguely hear the voice of my PA.I lower my head, trying to breathe through the gut wrenching pain threatening to rip me apart. "Sir? Should I get help? You don't look so good-""I'm fine" I cut him off, leaning back on my chair as my vision dulls. A groan escapes my lips as the pain reaches it's peak, nearly bringing me to my knees. I can no longer tell where I am."Dash! Hey! Focus!...at me!" West's voice drifts into my ears as I struggle to stay conscious. Slowly, the pain lessens. I can now make out the feeling of West patting my face to keep me awake. "You can stop doing that, West" I mutter, exhaling slowly."What the hell just happened? You scared me!" He stresses, his eyes wide. "I don't know""Do you need to lie down?""I'm fine. I just..I just need to catch my breath" I whisper, keeping my eyes closed. "This can't be normal. It's been years....No....decades since I've