The sound of the car engine fills the silence throughout the ride home to Jax's house. Dimitri's hand also stays wrapped around mine. Every few seconds, my gaze darts back to the backseat where Jax's brother lay pale. Being about to save him still feels like a dream to me. Like an illusion in the corner of my mind. For the first time, I have a sense of purpose that fills the emptiness within me. And my power doesn't seem as useless as I thought because I just saved a life—altered someone's destiny. This gives me hope that I can face whatever comes I have never felt like this in a very long time. For once in my life, I feel like I have a sense of purpose and usefulness. That my powers aren't just for decoration and I can actually change fates. It gives me hope that I can overcome whatever challenges lay ahead.Upon arriving at Jax's house, Jax himself is pacing the front of the building surrounded by a few warriors. The moment he sees our car, he sprints towards us. I release a wea

Dimitri and I haven't spoken since last night happened. Specifically, Dimitri has been ignoring me. While I am glad that he saved me from being mortified by not reminding me that I let him fuck me with his fingers—him, who I am supposed to hate, I don't like that he is ignoring me. I should welcome his disinterest since it makes my game of hating him easier, but I don't. It makes me feel a hollow in my chest, a gnawing. My wolf is down and anything that affects her affects me too. As usual, we made our usual morning greetings and ate breakfast together. Then he called Gavin to come give me a ride to the training complex with the excuse that he had other plans only for me to find him in his office, going through some files with Seraphina. Not a hint of a swirl of anger reckons in me at that scene when I entered his office.I don't confront him because I found the pride I lost yesterday. He doesn't even look fazed that I caught him red-handed for lying to me and I don't push it. I als

I panic as I trail after Nox. My head pounds in time with the roar of blood in my ears. Questions upon questions flood my mind.How did she get hurt? Who dared to stab her with a silver blade? How did it even happen? I'm certain that Lynexia won't wait on her hand for someone to stab her, so how? The questions keep coming, swirling into a haphazard mess in my head. Over and over again, twisting my heart, and sending me into a frantic state. But I don't ask any questions. I am tongue and I don't think I can form a word even if I try. No word can form over the terror twisting my guts. Not when Lynexia is hurt. Not when she is bleeding somewhere, unable to heal. With her silver making it worse.Whoever did this better be digging their graves because I will make them wish they were dead when I'm done with them. But, first, I need to see Lynexia. I need to make sure she is fine or she'll be fine. As we get close to the room, a raw, agonizing cry pierces the air and I recognize them as L

For the first two days, I am flooded by pleasantries and gifts from members of the pack. This comes as a shock to me because I used to believe everyone hates me so much, they will celebrate with a grand party when I die but I guess I was wrong. Not only that some members of the pack made an alter of offering for me to the goddess to fasten my recovery. Julianne told me that I have been the talk of the town for saving Sebastian, Jax's brother—trust Julianne to know everyone's name—. So I guess that is why people are warming up to me and while I am overwhelmed with joy about this, the very person that my heart yearns to see and hear his voice is nowhere to be found. It's messing with my brain that he hasn't shown up since he was the one who kept me company when I was in a coma. Or so I believed because now, I'm not so much of myself anymore. Perhaps, it was my brain messing with me by creating an illusion of Dimitri here with me because it knows I am a hypocrite and no matter how much

I feel a thrill course through me at the thought of crawling to Dimitri. Feeling this much anticipation over doing something as deprived as this is criminal but I don't care. I lick my lips before my knee buckle beneath me, and I crumple to the ground. The primal look on Dimitri's face ignites a hot white heat deep inside of me as I begin to crawl to him. My slit brushes against my sensitive clit, sending waves of pleasure through me. With each movement, my body thrums wildly, every inch closer to Dimitri electrifying my nerves. His stare is like a flame of fire neutralizing the chill of the floor beneath my palms. I can taste the anticipation when I finally reach Dimitri, my wetness slick on my thigh. I have always known that I have questionable kinks but goddess do I know I am this filthy?With a deep, rich timbre, he groans, gesturing to the bulge on his pants. "It's all yours," He murmurs. "take care of it." I swallow hard and lean forward, my trembling hands reaching for his