***POV: Cyrus***My girl is looking gorgeous tonight. She is happy to have her friend back and I have her in my arms on the dance floor. It can’t get much better than this. Just like in the movies, as soon as I am reveling in my joy, I spot the villain. Trent just walked in with Heather in tow. He is immediately by pack members and doesn’t notice us yet. Heather is wearing some skintight number that is doing nothing for her other than accentuating her swollen pregnant belly.I bring Violet closer and whisper in her ear. “Don’t look now but the devil just arrived.”She casually looks up just long enough to confirm what I said. Her eyes go blank, and I can tell she is mind-linking. She is probably warning Amara. I look around for Amara and Cole, but they are nowhere to be found. Hopefully they went back to the packhouse, that really would be for the best. I keep an eye on Trent but keep on dancing with Violet. The club is filling up more and more, Latin night is always a favorite. Betwe
***POV: Amara***We have danced to 10 songs or so, definitely more than I thought we could make it through. Our bodies are glistening with a light sweat. I have never had so much fun dancing with anyone like this before. Cole was keeping his talent for dancing under wraps, but he can move. We’ve grabbed a few shots from the shot girls walking around so we are nice and toasty. Inhibitions are down and I am pressed completely against him, grinding hard against his erection while we move our bodies to the beat. A few mere scraps of clothing are all that’s keeping us from giving this club full of people an entirely different show. He grabs me by the back of my neck and pulls me in to kiss me hard and fast. I feel my fangs slip, my wolf leaning into the temptation of our mate.He moves my head to the side and whispers roughly in my ear. “Enough, I need inside of you now.”I feel my core tighten, and the wetness pool down there, waiting expectantly for him to enter me. I nod and grab his ha
***POV: Cole***Damn, I don’t know what this woman is doing to me. Being with her and inside her is all I can think about. We are most definitely going to have to have a talk and figure this out, because there is no way I can be without her now. I have never felt anything like this before for anyone. Everything about us being together is electric. I follow her back out onto the dance floor, she motions for drinks upstairs and I nod. We walk up the stairs and head to the bar. I caught a brief glimpse of my sister dancing very closely with Tobias on our way up. I’ll have to figure out what’s going on there. Pretty sure the guy is around my age, definitely too old for Imogen.We walk up to the bar and order drinks, and I hold Amara from behind, my hand on her waist, swaying her with me to the music.“Where did you learn to dance like that?” She asks me, turning around and eyeing with fake suspicion.“Like what?” I ask her, feigning innocence.“Oh please, you know what you are doing out t
***POV: Amara*** I am shaking. I didn’t mean to let that slip out in that way, I don’t even know why I said it. Trent’s face twists as he processes what I just said. He looks back and forth between me and Cole, rage building within him. I look over at Cole and he looks surprised and confused. “Your mate? Are you serious?” Cole looks at me with pleading eyes. I can’t tell if he doesn’t want it to be true or what is even going through his mind. I turn to face him, forgetting about Trent for a minute. “Yes Cole, you are my fated mate.” I study his face for his reaction, pleading this doesn’t blow up in my face. “And how long have you known this?” His face now morphing into somewhat of a glare, leaving me a bit shocked. “Amara, how long have you known that I am your fated mate?” Trent steps towards us and gets in Cole’s space. “You idiot, if she is telling the truth, she would have known immediately. We wolves can sense our mates, smell them, their touch feels differently. She has kno
***POV: Cole***I am so mad; I can’t even see straight. I storm out of the club and just walk aimlessly. I don’t even know where to go, but I know I can’t be near Amara right now. This is all just too much to take in. Her fated mate? I am her fated mate. What does that even mean? These feelings I have for her, could they possibly not be real? I am in love with this woman, or at least I think I am. I have so many questions and doubts now. Does she actually have feelings for me or is it the bond? She said she loved me, is that real? How much does the bond affect my feelings? I wish she had been honest with me.I look around and realize I am approaching some docks. I don’t even recognize where I am having had a limited experience on the colony so far. I sit down by the water, take a deep breath of the salty air, and try to exhale out my frustrations. This is all more than I bargained for. This girl is a supernatural being, a leader, and comes with baggage that I don’t think we will ever
***POV: Violet***What a mess. Amara is crying, so many emotions over so many different things truly coming to a head at the same time. I managed to get her back to the packhouse and into her room. Her mom knocks on the door and pushes in. She brought her some tea; she’s always been thoughtful like that. She walks across the spacious room and sits down next to Amara on the bed, offering her the tea. Amara, tear-streaked face, still wearing her club clothes, sits up and gratefully takes the tea.“Mija, will you tell me what happened now?” Luna Claudia pleads with her. “Maybe I can help, or at least it will help to get it off your chest.”Amara sips the tea and nods. “I will mami, just let me catch my breath for a moment.”“Ok, I can do that. Violet, I think you might be needed downstairs.” She says, her voice full of hidden meaning. I nod and take my leave, knowing that my best friend is in excellent hands. I head down the stairs and I already hear the voices drifting up. Cyrus is talk
***POV: Amara***Of course, my mother and her tea have helped soothe me. I know I have no one but myself to blame for this mess but thinking it all over I can’t see what I should have done differently. With Cole not even knowing about our supernatural existence, I couldn’t have told him we were fated to each other right away regardless. He would have thought I was crazy.There was so much going on with me, hell, I didn’t even want to be with him or anyone for that matter. It just wasn’t the right timing. Maybe after we started getting involved, maybe after we talked about really giving it shot, maybe that would have been the time.There is no easy or right answer for this, and maybe I can make him see that too. I sit up, gather all my resolve, deciding it’s time to face the music, and talk to Cole.“Amara, what are you thinking?” My mother asks gently, knowing me so well that she probably already has her answer from just looking at me.“I need to talk to him Mami, I need to try to mak
***POV: Cole***Imogen and I are hiding out in Tobias’ packhouse. In a bizarre turn of events, this is my life now. Going to supernatural nightclubs and jumping from werewolf packhouse to werewolf packhouse. This feels insane. I miss Amara already. The doubt creeps in instantly though, do I actually miss her or is it this weird freaky bond thing making me think I do?I heard Tobias, and I believe him. He would have no reason to lie to me. So, I suppose somewhere inside me I do know that I have real valid feelings for Amara. This is all just so much to take in. I just keep cycling all the thoughts through my mind on an endless loop. I need to see her and talk all of this out with her.Just then there’s a light knock on the door of the guest room I am holed up in. Imogen pushes the door open, peeking around it. “You have a visitor.” She announces it with unmistakably hope in her eyes. I know how she feels about Amara, and I know that above all she wants to see me happy. I nod at her to