“Didn’t Belle tell you everything about our kind?”Opaline replied. “He doesn’t have a Wulfblood, Opaline. Our connection isn’t that strong yet. You have misread everything,” Isabelle quickly interjected with a tired sigh. “But—” she started to object then stopped, she looked befuddled and a deep frown furrowed between her eyebrows. She took a quick glance at Cole and then lowered her eyes to the floor. “Cole, I want you to meet my friends. We have known each other for a while now that they have become my sisters.” Isabelle introduced, then paused when Tiana met her gaze and smiled. Opaline continued to look down, wriggling her hands in somewhat agitation. Cole frowned, studying her. “This here is Tiana,” she added, reaching out to hold the tall girl’s hand, and continued, “She is a gamma. What that means is that she is a warrior, and one of the protectors of the pack..” Isabelle placed a hand on Opaline’s shoulder, causing the other lady to look up and hold her gaze. Cole could see

“I wish you the best of luck, Lorelei. I mean that” Isabelle replied earnestly, causing the other girl to frown in evident confusion. Isabelle sounded sincere and she meant it. Lorelei darted an awkward glance at Tiana, and then revert them back to Isabelle. "I heard what happened between you and Beowulf, your mate should watch his back. Knowing him as well as I do, he will not wait to get inside that fighting Arena to kill him," Lorelei said with smug satisfaction. "And why are you telling me this? I thought Beowulf is your pal," Isabelle said with gritted teeth, wanting the other lady to know Cole was one thing she would not allow anyone to use as dice in any sort of game. All signs of civility cleared off from her demeanor. "You are Xavier's sister," Lorelei replied promptly "That never stopped you from treating me like trash before." "Yeah. But it is different now. It has always been you and him against the world, now I am included in that circle whether you like to accept

Isabelle grew a tad apprehensive, hoping Amèlie would turn out to be a good-hearted person who would not toy with her brother’s emotions. It took about a second in her presence to know Xavier had chosen well. Whatever their story was, the supposed accident had turned out to be a great one. The other lady seemed nervous at first, and quickly told her she knew about Cole. Isabelle tensed up at the mention of her mate but was soon assuaged when Amèlie told her Xavier had made her understand Cole’s involvement and that he was not even part of his father’s business. It encouraged Isabelle to speak about Cole and she told Amèlie how he risked himself to save her. Isabelle tried not to broach the subject of her relationship with her brother, but Amèlie blurted out that she was in love with Xavier and understood he was promised to another but was helpless to do anything by the time she found out. “When you were taken, and Hallec and he was wounded, he came back looking for me, carrying Ha

A deep frown formed a groove in between Cole’s eyebrows as he pondered on Xavier’s stand. It seemed irrational to hear someone talk about death with such boldness, courage, and acceptance. But then the spoken words sounded eerily familiar - a similar code he had somewhat operated on since he turned his back on Alexander. He had constantly risked his own life for others not caring and stopping to think he was only mortal and could die. It didn't matter. What mattered was that he kept saving lives. His own hadn’t mattered. His superiors had called him names like ‘daredevil’ and ‘insane’. He was always the first to volunteer for dangerous missions. He used to excuse his actions that the others had someone to go home to, people that cared. But in truth, he had hoped it would serve as enough atonement for all he had done with Alexander. people that had died by their hands. He figured he had no right to happiness and was certain if he found it it would be taken from him. Just like his famil

Holding her gaze, he swam to her, watching as the playfulness died and was replaced by a dark seductive stare. She was perfect. Flattening his palms on a black rock he hoisted himself up beside her and towered over her. Isabelle turned away with heart palpitating, leaving her back to him with the intention to put a distance between them. But Cole wrapped his arms around her shoulders, circling her chest, and nestled his face to the corner of her neck. Isabelle let out a silent moan when his lips brushed her skin, her lips parted and she shut her eyes. Cole filled his palms with her full breast and gently squeezed. His thumbs brushed her already beaded buds caused by the cold water, drawing more soft cries from her lips. And all the while Cole didn’t stop nibbling on her skin, working his way to the back of her ear, and then suckling on her earlobe. His warm naked skin pressed tightly to her back and he stroked his pulsating cock against her soft lush bum. Isabelle felt her pussy gro