I could already feel the bond between us tightening into a knot. However, the bond also carries pain, and I was dying within because my mate had just slapped and rejected me. Nasya, my wolf, stopped wagging its tail and howled in agony within my head, escaping to the recesses of my mind. I keep my focus on him as I take in all of his features, including those breathtaking green eyes. “Then let us reject each other,” I announced, forcing the word out of my mouth. The words felt like a knife being stabbed deep into my heart. He suddenly laughed darkly, causing me to arch an annoyed brow. His voice was too enchanting for my ears. Gosh, I hate that thought. Clearly, the mate bond is still trying to fix this broken bond between us. It was one thing I hate about the mate bonds. It didn’t recognize that the feelings of two people were not always mutual and the other was just hurting. "I will not accept your rejection even if you chanted it like a prayer. Our bond will only be broken
NicholasI gave Florence a long, intense look, ignoring her words. My eyes no longer contain fury, instead, they now contain malice. My gaze fixed on her hazel eyes that were warmed by inner gold. Her irises flicker with hurt and rage. I could hear my beast growling at my head. Fortunately, I blocked him. I cannot succumb to the bond and let my wolf control me. The woman before me was utterly powerless. I saw her profile earlier and it states she cannot shift and the fact that I cannot sense her wolf just confirmed it. It was kinda funny because her surname—Lancaster was the same as that strong and infamous crazed rogue but she was the exact opposite of him. And it was basically impossible that I would acknowledge a lady that was not a Lycan.It was almost unacceptable to think that she was related to that Rogue King. I grabbed her chin. A high-pitched cry came from her red and luscious lips while her soft hand grabbed my wrist. It was funny seeing her struggle in vain. I then dragg
Florence The harsh slamming of the door made me flutter my eyes open, and jerked up, knocking my head on the roof of the car. “Dang it” I hissed, rubbing my head, noticing the black coat covering my thigh. I was still dressed in the flimsy clothes I had last night. The coat smelt familiar. But I had no time to pinpoint the scent with my head still fuzzy. I felt like my head was hammered. With a groan, I looked around. It was only then I realized that I was inside an SUV. I looked outside the window and the sight of an airfield where a jet airplane was located made me gulp. My heart thumped loudly as I tried to remember how on earth I ended up in a car. “I am in an auction and…..” I mumbled to myself, remembering the bar with me standing on the stage, then that green eyed-man appeared. "Goddammit," It felt like someone threw a bucket of cold water at me when I finally remembered everything last night. From Nicholas Gavner Acworth—the Alpha King being my mate, him buying me, the
I couldn't help but feel a wave of frustration wash over me as I boarded the plane. Lost in my own thoughts, I barely registered the greeting from the person who said hello to me when I was hauled inside. Without protest, I allowed myself to be dragged inside the aircraft until I was unceremoniously shoved into a seat. What a gentleman. "Fudge," I hissed under my breath, rubbing my stinging arm. The skin was already turning red, and a purplish hue was beginning to form. The sight reminded me of what happened the previous night. Nasya whimpered in my thoughts at the memories. The mate bond can be a blessing and a punishment sometimes. That memory was enough to make me and my wolf hurt. New weakness unlocked—mate bond. I gently touched my cheeks, relieved to find that they were no longer hurting and the swelling had subsided. But now, I have acquired another mark. With a weary sigh, I turned my head towards the window, devoid of any interest in the men who had just passed by my se
Florence I fixed my dress, smoothing out the fabric after washing my hands, and faced my reflection in the mirror. Taking a deep breath, I forced a smile onto my face, a habit I had developed over the years to encourage myself in times of stress or when things didn't go according to plan. It was always up to me to uplift my spirits, as no one else had ever done so for me. In my 25 years of existence, apart from my wolf, I had never had someone to boost my morale or offer encouragement. It had become the norm, but that didn't mean I didn't yearn for it at times. "Why am I thinking about this now?" I muttered to myself, my tone dry. With one last sigh, I opened the door, only to be met by the man who always seemed to be by Nicholas's side. Earlier, I hadn't had the chance to thoroughly scrutinize his appearance, but now, with the bright light and a close-up view, I couldn't help but notice his curly brown hair falling over an innocent and charming face, complemented by clear gray ey
Florence "Come here, Florence, “ Nicholas ordered once the door was shut. I raised a brow, feeling suspicious, "Why?" The moment I saw the small briefcase, my heart hammered against my chest. At the sight, there was only one man that crossed my mind—Keith Caldwell, the man that trained me into a spy and into his tool to make his goals accomplished. That horrible man was the one who raised me after my father died. My training included learning to tolerate the effects of silver and to pay attention to how each substance affected my body. That man would appear carrying a briefcase and a syringe was properly stored inside to pierce my body. And my innocent, dumb self just let that man do it to me. And I highly doubted this was different from that. “What the hell was inside that case?” I growled, taking a wary step back. Does he truly not care about me? Nasya, my wolf, had resurfaced after sensing the threat. My wolf and I both had similar recollections of injections, which was one
Florence I slowly opened my eyes. Groaning, I sat down still feeling lightheaded. I shut my eyes for a moment, adjusting to the sudden dizziness. My back is sore from lying on the cold floor. “F*ck” I swear. When I felt a little better, I looked around. My brows furrowed instantly when I was met by lines of prison cells, and lamps placed on the wall built in rough stones. Bones, broken stones, rusted chains, and ashes are in some jail cells. There was only one thing that crossed my mind. Dungeon. I was in a dungeon. It was common for packs to have dungeons where most criminals or werewolves that go against the law were detained. However, the place I was in was much larger. I would know after being inside a lot of prison cells and dungeons. Of course, being a spy for a long time doesn't mean I was invisible all the time. When I was embodying a different identity, there were people who wanted me to stay with them, and adjusting to every such unprecedented event sometimes just mes
"What? Don't tell me you're offended by that?" Nicholas smirked. "You let yourself in that auction. Then you must be prepared to be obedient to whoever bought you" "Didn't you hear what the host in that club said? I'm sure if you read my profile then you must know that it's my damn first time there!" I shouted back. "Standing there with such confidence in flaunting your body in the eyes of men. You seem to know what you are doing to get a rich and powerful man. Do you think anyone would believe what that host uttered there?" I held back my tears as I pushed back the sorrow that brought about those words. A lot of people called me names. But I brushed it off in an instant because it didn't affect me. I never felt offended or hurt because I knew it was not true. But this time it was different. Those words coming out from my own mate was just a dagger being stabbed in my heart over and over again. I swallowed hard and arched a brow, "Those rich and powerful men didn't need to lift a