Eliana POV “Oh! I’m so sorry! That was all my fault, I wasn’t looking where I was going and…” My eyes met his and I felt panic rise inside my throat. Darn, I had just walked into another werewolf a few short minutes after Luca had told me to get out of the area because it wasn’t safe - I had crossed into a territory I had no business being in according to werewolf law. “If you wanted my number you could have just asked,” the guy laughed, pulling the wet fabric of his once white shirt away from his muscular chest. “I probably would have given it to you.” I laughed in response as relief flooded me. At least I knew he wasn’t going to challenge me or call his pack for backup, or something along those lines. “Pshhht, the temptation of coffee was just too strong. It was a pity you were in the way,” I shot back with a smirk. “I do owe you a round at the laundromat though.” I looked at his coffee stained shirt and grimaced, it was probably completely ruined now. He pulled his shirt o

Luca POV The sun filtered through the voile curtains, its warm rays falling onto my king sized bed where feminine legs lay entwined in my pristine white sheets. I, on the other hand, sat on the other side of the room on one of the overly stuffed high back chairs that my mother had insisted would look good in the room. The only reason the lumpy monstrosities remained was because I loved my mother, and throwing them off my balcony would probably hurt her feelings. "Did you sleep at all?" Nina asked as she freed herself from the linen and slipped into my dressing gown, a soft yawn escaping her lips. I leant on the armrest, watching as she moved elegantly to the other chair and sat down, turning to face me. I'd called her over late last night, hoping to blow some steam and rid myself of the frustrations I seemed to be collecting. Try as I might, I couldn't find release, my mind constantly returning to Eliana and the night I had kissed her. At the end of the day, Nina was not Eliana.

Eliana POVMy eyes flew open yet I only saw darkness, pain pulsing throughout my body. I took a shaky breath, only to wince as it felt as if my lungs were on fire. Something was wrong. I could feel that something was definitely wrong. My eyes grew accustomed to the darkness and I could somewhat make out the bars of the cage in which I had been held, a thin blanket covering the floor. The place reeked of blood, sweat, urine and fear - but somehow I knew that it wasn’t just my own. The clothing on me felt tattered, strips of fabric hanging off my lean form. I groaned and lifted my hand, running it through the matted tufts of my hair. Someone had cut my hair? My hand moved on its own accord as it crossed my face, feeling the tender bump on my forehead where I had been hurt, and the scabbed cut across my eye.A noise to my left pulled me from my musing, and the sound of groaning echoed through the room as a flashlight illuminated the room. The light illuminated the many cages and their o

Eliana POV"Alpha?" I asked, my eyes staring at Nathan as he set his phone back down onto the table. A blush crept across his cheeks and he smiled sheepishly. "Ummm… did I forget to mention that my dad is the alpha of this area?"I shook my head, not really knowing how to respond. As a lone wolf, alphas were feared. They usually either wanted us dead or they wanted us gone from their territory - both weren't exactly good options right now. "Yeah, I know. Rather risky having territory so close to the university, especially with wolves from other packs attending. There's even a werewolf lecturer - Professor Bianchi. There's not many who cross the territory though," he teased. "You were probably the first in a long time." I looked around the garden again, slightly uneasy. "And I take it that I'm in the territory again…" “Yeah, you are,” he winked and took my hand in his, his thumb rubbing small circles on my palm. “But at least you have permission this time.”I was about to defend my

Luca POVWhen my old friend, Vasilios Kythira, had called me to tell me that his human mate had lost Eliana I was furious. It's not as if she was a fucking house key! She was a woman, for fucks sakes. I had slammed my cellphone down on my desk so hard that I'd smashed the screen, inciting even more swearing. "Fai attenzione alla lingua," my mother chastised my bad language from the doorway before she headed off with her assistant in tow. I breathed in deeply and closed my eyes, knowing my mother was probably listening for more swearing. Breathe in, and breathe out. "Enzo! I need a flight," I shouted. When there was no response, I mindlinked him. "Really? Can't I see to my personal business without you hunting me down?" Enzo grumbled back in my head before I felt him shut the mindlinked, basically blocking my calls. Arsehole. I felt my wolf pacing up and down in my mind, anxious to be in England to look for the woman we had rejected. Bruno had never really forgiven me, I could t