*Conrad*„What do you mean?” My mother asked.I tried to control myself so as not to reveal that I was boiling with rage inside. I placed my hands under the desk and gazed at her indifferently. The room still smelled of her, and although the berry notes were almost imperceptible to others, Rip inhaled them as a drug addict pouncing on the drug after a long abstinence.„To ensure our pack's safety, I want those two separated. I know what you told me, and I think her identity should stay hidden until I make sure none of them pose a threat. The boy already proved his intentions in front of Miles, but I’m not sure he was asked the right question, so the moment the girl takes her, I want to question the boy, too personally.” I clenched my fists, keeping Rip in check.„But what kind of threat could they pose, and why not let them meet? Isn’t this how you show them your moves? If they plot something, which of course is total bullshit, this way they would notice being watched?” Mom insisted,

*Conrad*Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!A triple FUCK! My subconscious was screaming as I was looking at my mate’s unconscious body lying on the hospital bed. Nothing was going according to plan. First, the rejection didn’t work. Next, this Little Witch tricks my mother and inhabits my cottage. Then she brings five mercenaries who want to capture her. I won’t add how many plans she ruined for me, and what’s more, I had to listen to her moans while she almost let another man fuck her.I clenched my fists, remembering everything in the tiniest detail as she threw her head back, screaming in euphoria at that damn rug. I broke the skin with my claws as Rip let them out without my knowledge.’Are you fucking serious?! Do you want to add more to my suffering? Maybe a damn shift again?’ I yelled at him, and he chuckled, listening to my whines.’Not a bad idea

*Mackenzie*„There you go.” He offered me a steaming cup of tea, „This will help you fight a possible cold. Believe me. My mother is a herbal expert on this side of the country. You’ll find everything in her greenhouses. Headaches, cold, nausea, fever. Name any ailment, and my mom has herb for it.” He added with conviction as he blew his tea.I grabbed the mug and thanked him while sitting, snuggled up with a warm duvet. I cleared my throat before taking a sip of a fruit tea, staring at this huge and entirely out-of-place guy in this small cottage. He said it belonged to him, but I couldn't imagine a man like him sitting in those tiny chairs or roaming around this narrow kitchen, not to mention taking a shower in a cabin that wouldn’t even accommodate him.„Is this actually yours?” I asked shyly, „I mean Claire told me, but no offense. You look too big to be living here.” I tore my eyes off him and gaze

*Conrad*The cracking sound of the breaking jaw resounded in the stinking, barely lit cell, recalling memories from my first interrogation. I had just turned eighteen when I had to remind one of my trusted men what loyalty is.„Damn, Connie, three more hits, and the guy won’t tell you anything. Are you sure you want me to continue?” Chase asked, wiping the bloodied knuckles.I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at Chase absently. I gazed into my friend as the guy he was interrogating cried in pain, catching my attention. My eyes wandered to the tied-up imitation of a man begging us to stop. He looked just like Donald when I landed my fists on his face almost twenty years ago.The man on the chair crying before Chase was older than Donald, but he matched his stupidity at messing with me. I clicked my tongue, unpleased with the table turns, and stood up from my comfortable place on the desk in the dark corner.„Check on Mil

*Mackenzie*I woke up feeling abnormally hot as if my skin was boiling or I had an unusually high fever. I struggled to breathe, and my whole body was covered with sweat, but I shivered as if from cold. I heard a faster beeping of machines and the sound of the sliding door suddenly opening, and the sudden noise in the room gave me a headache.„I think he’s shifting subconsciously. We need to get the girl out of here. Kit might be unstable.” Someone shouted, but I didn’t see anyone.My eyelids felt heavy, and I had trouble opening them up, not to mention moving my body. I tried to open my mouth to speak, but that didn’t work either. I tried moving my fingers, toes, or whole limbs, but it was pointless. I felt paralyzed, and that scared me tremendously.„I’ll take the girl. You take care of Leon.” A deep, rich, and commanding voice echoed in the room, fil