Apollo’s POV
My fingers balled into tight fists as soon as I arrived in front of the bar. I was stiff, all but snarling. My blood was heated as shock bolted through my body and I broke into cold sweat. An exquisite scent hit my nostrils. Orange blossoms and sweet spicy. It was so exquisite that my heart raced and adrenaline coursed wildly through me.
My mate.
Her pull was crazy. My stomach knotted and my throat became dry like a dessert. There was an aching need that suffocated me. My need for her. I needed her so bad that it hurt. Every muscle in my body became taut. Every second that I wasn’t with her seemed like eternity. It felt like a lifetime of torture. I wanted to howl in ecstasy.
And at this point of time, I knew that all my nightmares and traumas would end. I had suffered from them for so long, on an everyday basis, that I was looking forward to end them all. Only my mate was the key to it. I wanted to run to her, and bury myself so deep inside her that I wouldn’t know where I started or where she ended. Surely, she must have also smelled me. Goosebumps pimpled my skin.
I opened the door of the bar, one which my father owned, and searched the crowd in the direction of the pull that I was being attracted to. As soon as I saw her, my gaze fixed on her. She was beautiful. So beautiful that I stopped breathing. She had pale golden hair that was open and falling in cascades till her shoulders. She was wearing a maroon dress that showed her cleavage and ended at mid-thigh. I could see how long her legs were and imagined them wrapped around me in those maroon stilettos she was wearing. I assumed that she was shorter than me even in her heels. My gaze drifted to her plump bosoms and my dick twitched. Her creamy complexion, along with her large blue eyes that were staring at a couple who was kissing, informed me that she was envious of them. A gold chain rested between her breasts and I wondered what it would be to hold her hair from the back and take her. She dripped of so much sex appeal that it was impossible for me to stay away from her.
“Mine!” my wolf growled, and we agreed.
The moon goddess had made her for me. I wanted to look at her neck that was tempting me to bite her, to sink my fangs in her tender flesh and claim her. My hand went on my twitching dick and I rubbed it.
My mate’s gaze was focused on the kissing couple. Why wasn’t she looking at me? A low, dangerous growl rumbled in my chest. The strong urge of her to acknowledge me overrode all my logic. I wanted her to see me, feel me, like I was doing it. Even the thought of her looking at me, hardened my shaft so bad that it was difficult to contain it in my pants.
I walked towards her, trying to assess how old she was. The moment I reached near her, she casually turned her face towards my side and all hell broke loose. She looked so much like ‘her’. Shock blasted through every part of my body. My stomach plummeted and every nightmare that I thought I would lose henceforth, came crashing down with a hundred times the force. Her features were strikingly similar to ‘hers’. There was not a single day in my life that I hadn’t forgotten her, not a single night when I hadn’t dreamt of those days. This time my fists curled so tightly that my nails dug into my palms. I gritted so hard that my jaw ached. Fate had been extremely cruel to me.
The entire family had disappeared after the trauma I was subjected to, and my father saved me. For sixteen years, I had carefully made plans every day on how to exact my revenge on them. My father had asked me to stop thinking about them. My mother had taken me to numerous therapists to calm my raging emotions, but even though I appeared calm on the outside, I was raging as hell on the inside.
‘She could be different from her,’ my wolf nudged me in her direction, desperate to be with his mate and shaking me out of my negative thoughts. ‘Go tell her you are her mate. She can't sense us.’ Yes, I should give her the benefit of doubt.
I found myself on a bar stool beside her. “One single malt,” I ordered the bartender who was smiling at her. How dare he?
She glanced at me and I couldn’t help but sit next to her. My need to touch her was turning unhealthy by the second. So, I sat next to her. I had to give her the benefit of doubt, but at the same time guard myself from further trauma. I loved how she let me be close to her. It was as if she too craved my touch. Yes, sweetie, those were natural feelings.
She was new here, because I knew almost all the she-wolves of my father’s pack. “What’s your name?” I asked.
“Natasha,” she said, as if regretting it the moment she spoke it.
Her name was beautiful, just like her. It rolled off my tongue naturally. I wanted her beneath me like now, wanted her to submit to me. I wanted to dominate her. And the best part—she wanted it too. I could see it in her eyes. I tried not to remember the woman who reminded me of those eyes. Soon, we were standing inside the presidential suite of our hotel. “Are you a virgin?”
“Yes.”
Thank the fuck. I lifted her off the floor and took her to the bed despite her saying that this was one-time fling. To hell with that sweetie. This was going to be permanent. And when I took her to the bed, she was so ready for me, so wet that my mouth watered. I wanted to taste her juices and make her scream. Perhaps this was her first time with a man. I couldn’t believe that I was thanking every wolf spirit for that. I could feel her inexperienced hold over me. Just a little touch sent her into a wild orgasm and my wolf growled with pleasure. This wasn’t the place to take her. I willed myself to be patient with my mate. I had to introduce her to my world slowly. So, I guided her to help me release in her hands. Yes sweetie, take my seeds. That would be my brand.
She closed her eyes the moment she was spent, but I commanded her to look at me. And that look—it was my death. I came so hard that I must have come for the entire Black Moon pack.
I slumped beside her and tucked her close to me. Mine. Every touch sent shivers down my body. I buried my head in her hair, inhaled her smell of orange blossoms and sweet spices and my nerves calmed. I kissed her temple. “What’s your full name, Natasha?” I asked, stroking her beautiful back. I was surely going to make more love to her tonight.
“Natasha Volkov,” she murmured in her sleep and every fucking kernel of calmness evaporated from my body. I lifted my head up, my eyes wide. She was what my nightmares were made of. No. No. No. No.
As if instinctively, Natasha curled her hand around my shirt and pulled me closer in her sleep. Now my body shivered for a different reason. Revenge that I had planned all those years, surfaced. With my heart racing, I looked down at the face I realized I had come to hate and I tasted fury at the back of my throat. Anger and distrust swelled inside like a storm in the eye of the ocean. It was so consuming that I wanted to wake her up and shake her. My hands went to her head in the hope of threading my fingers in her hair and yanking her down, but I found myself holding the back of her head with my shaky hands. While she lay in my protective embrace, I seethed in my rage. She moved a little and I froze when she buried her head in my chest. I needed to get away from her, kick her out, or kill her, but all I could do was feel her soft breath on my skin as she slumbered. I placed my head over hers as I
Natasha POV The class got over and I realized that I had much to catch up. As such transitioning from homeschooling to a proper high school was difficult for me. I really didn’t have any inclination to get any more attention and so I packed my bags quickly and looked at Nicole who was zipping her bag. She moved her chin to the exit gesturing me to go. Honestly, I wanted to leave this scholl and this pack after today’s incidents. I intended to have a word with my aunt and uncle. BMHS was the pack school that was a part of a larger building that consisted of the pre-K school and the college. It was a giant monstrosity of a brick building with great interiors. The gardens were lined with woods and their perimeter was full of seasonal herbs and flowers, emitting intoxicating fragrance.
My stomach plummeted and terror seeped inside my skin. For the love of God, what was he doing here? The way he was leaning against the car, it was as if he knew that I was in detention. Did he wait for me to come out? Did Rita fill him with her skewed version of the story? I realized that he was waiting for me to get even. My knees started shaking but I couldn’t show that I was weak, so I continued to walk to my car. When I neared Apollo, his woodsy and male musk scent flooded my nostrils and a muscle tingled in my core. Shit. Shit. I ignored him and opened the driver’s door but Apollo caught my bag and tossed it on the ground. Before I could protest, he spun me around against his chest. I yelped. “You are the stupidest girl I have ever seen,” he growled. “It seems your girlfriend has alre
I closed my eyes as he rubbed my clit while pressing my core. The sensation was so consuming that I chased my orgasm. I felt like an addict. I held his forearms and dug my nails in them. My thighs began to shiver as a tingle ran down my spine and just as it was about to touch the heat that had pooled in my belly and explode into an orgasm, Apollo removed his fingers.“Nooooo!” I cried, missing his fingers. This was frustrating, agonizing.But Apollo had other plans. He spun me around and pushed me to kneel in front of him. “You won't get your release, Natasha, but you have to take care of this.” He opened his belt, unzipped and lowered his pants. His massive erection sprung free. “Open your mouth,” he ordered.I stared in awe at his huge length—the most bea
“Natasha,” my uncle called, worried that I was suffering from separation anxieties. I was. “I will come here every weekend for you, okay? There’s nothing to be worried about. Your aunt has stocked up everything. If you want, you can call Nicole to stay with you.” I gave him a weak smile. He was a genuinely sweet soul. He didn’t know the kind of anxiety I was going through and I didn’t want to burden them with my worries. How could I tell them that a certain crazed Alpha wanted to avenge me for I-don’t-what and that I was the cause of them leaving for two months. No, they didn’t have to know. I would endure it… for them. My aunt leaned to the right, picked up a credit card and gave it to me. “This has a withdrawal limit of three thousand dollars for this month. If there is an urgency, don’t hesitate to withdraw.”
Apollo POV Two days. For two fucking days, she didn’t come to the school. I was furious. After my successful attempt to break her pride in the car park, she thought she would be happy by avoiding me? No. I wouldn’t let her be happy. For sixteen years, I had suffered the agony of the past every day. I would take those sixteen years of torment in one year. Each day is going to be hell for her. When she went home after our incident in the car park, I wanted to see how broken she was. I was in the woods behind her house that night, hiding in the shadows, looking at the light of her window. She came there once. Satisfied after seeing her troubled face, I went home to prepare for my next day’s adventures with her. I was going to ruin her to the exte
Natasha POVFor the whole night I was unable to sleep. At first, I thought that I should just barge in his office and demand that he take that photo down from his social media account. But then it was going to confirm everyone around me that those were my panties. The news would definitely reach Kevin and I didn’t know how he would take it. I was also bothered about all the attention I would gather.My parents died in a bloody accident, and it was a scene that was carved in my mind. All my early childhood I struggled and built up myself all over again. Why was he bent upon breaking me? Maybe he was a psycho!So, I decided that I would go to the school and wait for the devil. I was going to deal with him and then avoid him forever. Ignoring the nervous fluttering in my stomach, I stepped out of my car and took
Apollo licked the blood on my lower lip and then trailed a line of kisses down my throat. It was as if he was out of control. He nibbled at my pulse point and grazed my skin with his sharp fangs. I stifled a yelp not because it was painful, but because I wanted him to sink his fangs in my flesh. Surely, I was just as mad as him. He left my hair and opened my shirt’s buttons while still pinning me against his hard erection and nibbling at my nape, snarling against my skin like a beast. When he opened all my buttons, he pushed my bra up and latched his mouth onto my breast. He sucked it so hard that I yelped and arched. I threaded my fingers in his hair as he ravaged me. I should be feeling horrible, but I was clutching my thighs. He snarled against my skin speaking incomprehensible words. “Apollo!” I cried. “Stop!” He stopped instantly and jerked h