SYDNEY
Flames! That was the only way I could describe what it felt like. It felt as if flames licked my body, beginning from my core and it wasn't anything like experiencing heat. My heat ended the moment Victor and I completed the bond. That was how it worked. You either put an end to heat by completing the bond or wait an entire week. My mom was the only werewolf I knew who managed to make it an entire week without sealing the deal and I didn't want to know how she managed to do that.
This, on the other hand, felt so much worse and Victor's touch offered no reprieve. I could see the pain lingering in Victor's oceanic orbs, if he could have taken away the pain I knew he would have. Screams and yells left my lips, cold sweat coating my skin and soaking my hair. I felt as if I needed too move but at the same time I couldn't. The pain was paralyzing and I went through it every night.
Apparently, even afte
QUADEShe refused to leave my mind and no matter how much I tried not to think about her, I ended up thinking about her more. Her scent that reminded me of a blossoming garden in the midst of spring, her hair that reminded me of the golden beach sand that made up their shores, her dark eyes that reminded me of black tea, her smile that lit up a room which she only showed him, her sun-kissed skin that was soft to the touch. My brain had memorized every detail of her. The mate bond was something I had seen amongst others and heard about but feeling it was something entirely different. It felt suffocating and yet breathed a new life within you with new purpose. It hurt and yet it was explosive pleasure. It drew you closer to the other half of your soul and yet repelled it from you.It was frustrating and yet invigorating. The princess knew not of the game she was landing herself in, one that would
SYDNEYA heavy sigh left my lips as I slumped into the softness of the sofa in my office. My brother sat beside me, grabbing my ankles and placing it onto his lap. His rough hands — hands that were rough from always building and breaking things — inspected my foot which had been hurt only the night before. Now, all that remained were faint red scars and nothing more."He licked your foot?" Sylvain whispered in bewilderment, nose scrunching as he thought about it, "and you let him?""Well, I didn't have much of a choice, baby bro," I grimaced, thinking back to what had happened, "the man had a vice grip on my ankle and I swear he did it on purpose just to crawl under my skin. He was trying to prove a stupid point and I'm afraid he might have accomplished exactly what he set out to do.""Does Victor know?" Sylvain quizzed, unconsciously tracing around the bone of my ankle.
SYDNEYEven after a long discussion pertaining why my mom and dad should just leave for somewhere safe and let my brother and I sort this mess out, they refused. Of course they refused. Willing to fight their own battles. If the threat was on their lives then they wanted to be responsible for neutralizing it as much as I would be. But I feared for them. The fear of losing either of my parents had my lungs heaving for air. I just couldn't bare the thought.My brother had gone to work his magic with Alpha Quade. Playing the innocent brother who knew not of the happenings going on and only wanted permission to seek out his destined mate. I hoped that Alpha Quade didn't see right through my baby brother. He was putting his life on the line for our pack, for our parents, and for me. He wasn't only a brother to me but a best friend as well. Hell would freeze over before someone harmed him.Dimitri, Ambrosia, and
SYDNEYI woke up with a start; thundering heart, cold sweat dripping down my body, hair damp, breathing heavy, and nerves shot. Victor was always awake, sitting in that antique chair at my window and staring at the beautiful full moon that lit up the room. Tonight, shifters would be at their strongest, the power of the full moon enhancing their abilities.Victor's body remained unmoving, even though he knew I had woken up. I pulled the sheets away, a chill greeting my bare skin. Grabbing my midnight blue silk gown from my closet, I padded my way toward the bathroom. He knew I was okay, I was always okay when it came to this sort of thing. Only Victor knew of the dreams. I had kept them a secret — not only the reoccurring one, but the ones I had when I was little. The one's that told me things. The same ones I recently began having again.I turned the faucet to the coldest setting and then stepped into the wat
SYDNEYLoud, incessant pounding on my bedroom door was what finally woke me. I groaned, rubbing my eyes with my fists in hopes that the sleep would fade quicker. My entire body felt weighted down, warmth and tingles caressing my creamy skin. Peeling my lids open, I found Victor's large arm across my chest. The white tank top I wore did nothing to stop the sparks from seeping through the material.A husky groan left his plump lips as he squeezed his eyelids shut, "I'll get rid of them," the sound of his groggy and raspy morning voice entered my head, sending a delectable shiver down my spine."No," I grunted, untangling myself from him to leave the bed, "It must be something important.""Or it could be Monica. If its Monica, I get to kill her," he perched himself up on his elbows, squinting his eyes against the bright morning sun leaking in from the windows. His blue orbs looked so much brighte
VICTORShe hated going down to the cells. Not because of the putrid smell — which would usually be the first thing a girl complained about — but her reason was different, far more obscure. She avoided the place until she couldn't avoid it no more. The woman living in there haunted her dreams every night, and although Sydney hadn't realized it, Lucille haunted my dreams to.She continued forward, chin up, head high, shoulders squared, and posture immaculate — her presence alone commanding authority and I wasn't even sure if she realized that. Half blood or not, she had the power and the will of an alpha in her veins and she used it well when need be, never abusing it. She had grown into an amazing, strong, independent young woman, one that set goals for herself and did whatever it took to achieve them.I wasn't certain when it happened or how, but watching her grow up, always being there for her, having me wra
SYDNEYI walked out of the cell, looking down the dark hall. My heart stilled, goosebumps littering my soft flesh. With a sigh, I turned my gaze to Victor. His face held no knowledge of my thoughts. It had taken me a long while, but I somehow managed to build a mental block between us. The block wasn't steel strong, more paper thin to be exact but he felt it and didn't push to tear it apart.He rose an eyebrow in question and I sighed, finally allowing my squared shoulders to drop. Mom made the whole badass thing look so easy but it took a lot out of me. I frowned, unable to look back at the two men being chained with silver. It hurt me to do this to their beasts, to put their lives at risks just because their humans were imbeciles.I knew Sylvain would get what I asked done, removing the emptied syringes from the cell as well. He would get the best warriors in our pack to stand guard. If he could, he woul
SYDNEY"YOU DID WHAT?" My father's voice reverberated through the study, bouncing off the walls and echoing in my head. He did exactly what I had expected off him; hurling his white fist into the dry wall and not even flinching as it basically pulverized a hole into it.I couldn't help but jump at hearing the voice that never once raised at me before now screaming my ears off. Victor went rigid beside me, torn between protecting me and not disrespecting my dad. I sent him a smile in appreciation, allowing my fingers to tangle with his. In him I found safety, protection, and love. Right now, all I needed was the love because I knew my dad would never harm me."Silas," Grace gasped in more outrage than anything else. Her brows stitched together and her jaw ticked. I could tell by the pensive look masking her face that she was finding the best way to handle my father's anger fueled thoughts and actions. With