Enya pov
Is it just me, or is this man far too curious? "Why so?" Vincent asks as he stares at the dishes. He looks like there is nothing more fascinating than the thin layer of bubbles covering them. The focus in his eyes and all over his face is way too intense. Weirdo.
I shrug and rinse my plate. "I don't know. I'm the only one without someone back home. Maybe it's just because I don't believe in love? Neither does my dad, so I really don't know if it's real. I don't believe in things I can't see." Explaining anything even remotely related to feelings is a pain in the ass for me. Since I was about three years old, my father has told me how dangerous it is to feel. If I ever let anyone get too close, they could use it against me. Letting down the walls I have built seems like the biggest waste of time. It took me so much time to get to where I am now, a
Vincent pov The time I spent with Enya was everything I thought couldn't happen. She's fun, easy-going, and kind when she wants to be. I have this voice in the back of my head reminding me that she's a hunter, but to my surprise, it's not Damian. My wolf didn't bother to show up and lecture me for being nice to someone who has brought nothing but sorrow to my people. I'm sure she wasn't involved in every Alliance attack on us, but that doesn't make her any less guilty. Yesterday, I couldn't fall asleep. First of all, the idea of her taking my bed was ridiculous. There's no way I'm going to sleep on the couch tonight. I laid down on the sofa and watched Enya sleep while my thoughts kept returning to our conversation. It was funny to see someone so eager to learn about love while claiming that she doesn't believe in such feelings. I
⚠️ GUYS, I'M SO TERRIBLY SORRY! As I wrote the previous chapter, I had to deal with so many distractions, phone calls, and way too many questions tossed at me that I made a mistake. Allison is Vincent's STEP-SISTER, not half-sister. I already made changes in the previous chapter, just waiting for them to be approved. Again, I am so sorry for the mess up. ⚠️Vincent povI don't think my life could get any worse than it is right now. I hang up on Allison and toss my phone on the desk as Enya enters my office with a plate of food in hand. I know I should hate her; I should despise her and let her rot in the cells. I need to start asking questions and find out what the Alliance is planning, but I can't. The spark of excitement dancing in her eyes, and the slight smile she tries to hide, make me melt. There's something about her t
Enya povIt's been two weeks now. Two horrible, stressful, and just plain ridiculous weeks at the Alpha Asshole's side. I'm annoyed beyond limits - things are going downhill. First of all, there's no sign of my father or the Alliance. Sometimes I feel like the promises they made, along with the tattoo I'm wearing, meant nothing from the start. For some reason, they have forgotten my existence, and no one has even tried to come to my aid.The second problem is Allison, the annoying and way too clingy step-sister. She does her best to stay close to Vincent, and because of that, I can't leave his side for long. Part of me really misses the smelly cells and countless questions from the old man.My third and biggest problem of all is none other than the fucking Alpha of the monster pack. As soon as he
Vincent povA ray of sunlight breaks through the blinds and shines straight into my face. There's no better way to wake up than being blinded by the sun. In fact, there are better ways, not only better but more exciting. I can think of at least two; surely, there are more. However, that's not something I should think of when I wake up, at least not while there's a hunter in my bed. One day, when I find my mate, if I have one at all, she will sleep beside me, and I'll do anything to make her mornings more pleasant.I stretch my arms and yawn, waiting for Enya to let out another exasperated groan. She's really not a morning person, and the constant bickering about when I woke her up is starting to get on my nerves.I rub my eyes and hold my breath. Nothing. She doesn't complain, moan or hide her he
Vincent povEnya nods her head, and we stand frozen in place. I hear Allison yell that someone should set the timer for her headstart so the human doesn't try to cheat. Her comment amuses me- an adult shifter showing concern for a human who might try to trick her. In any case, she has many advantages, we're stronger, and our senses are sharper than a human's. Besides, Enya's eyesight is not exactly the best either. I clear my throat and hug Enya, resting my chin on her shoulder. "Be careful out there; I mean it. Be careful if you see an older tree. The ground can be littered with branches; if you trip over one, it could be your downfall. Also, Allison will do anything to sneak a win. Be quiet and listen. She'll probably be hiding somewhere to catch you off guard. Promise me you'll come back." I'm putting too much faith in Enya- she's still the enemy. But if there's one thing I know about hunters, it's that they do
WARNING:The chapter contains triggering contents such as blood and violence.Enya povI walk as slowly as I can towards the forest. No doubt I'm getting too excited for my own good; after all, I'm hunting. I won't mention how excited I feel for the opportunity to hunt someone who still looks down on me. She has no idea what she did to herself when she decided to fight me.But the excitement and adrenaline have nothing to do with my slow pace. I need to calm down after the kiss with Vincent. Part of me knows that was just for show- his pack must believe in our imaginary relationship as much as Allison does. The other part keeps doubting everything I do to free myself. Reality always catches up with me when I don't need it - sometimes, I'd prefer to live a fantasy life that's nothing but a fragile bubble. I've never had anyone
Vincent povEven a fool would see the disappointment on my face. What I'd call an eternity after Enya strode to the forest, Allison appeared in her human form. Her clothes are clean, not a speck of dirt or blood, and the smile on her lips could light up an entire town. I won't say the smile is beautiful, no, but it's wider than her legs on Christmas evening.Her appearance makes me suspicious- she went against a hunter and returned like nothing happened. That's impossible. This woman has no idea what training means, and neither does her wolf.I huff as Aros moves closer. He shakes his head, just as disappointed as I am. "So much fucking money, and I lost it all," he curses under his breath."It's not about money," I try to talk over the cheers of the crowd. "
Enya povMy body aches, and opening my eyes seems to be the worst thing I can do. I try my best to sit up, but something holds me back. Although I can't see much now, I know I'm on top of the bed because the mattress beneath me is relatively comfortable. Aside from the sore feeling in the places where the damn wolf clawed me, I don't feel any pain.I sigh and mutter a few curse words under my breath until the weight finally falls off me. I hear someone storm out the door, and within a minute, someone else comes into the room. "Good morning, Enya. How are you feeling?" I feel a gentle hand on my forehead as the owner of the angelic voice questions me. I assume it's a woman; no man could ever be so gentle or sound so good. She hands me a glass of water as if she can read my mind.