I closed my eyes as fire erupted in me. When our lips danced together, his arm laced around my waist, pulling me closer to him as he deepened the kiss. Heat rushed through my body and all I could think of was his soft lips against mine. His hands gripped my waists and when he suddenly lifted me with so much strength, my breath hitched. He placed me on his lap, with my thighs straddling his hips as he grazed his tongue on my bottom lip. Muffling a moan, I wrapped my arms around his neck and raked his tousled hair, pulling his face closer to me to deepen the kiss. He let out a soft moan, caressing my thighs as our tongue met.
Portia, stop, a voice in my head whispered. This is wrong.
I shouldn’t be making out with him. Valerie just died and we shouldn’t be doin
The pack gathered around Giofré who was standing in the middle of the village. He discussed our situation with Tobias and assigned some of the betas to guard the bayou while we were gone. I stood a few feet away from them with Agatha beside me, babbling with Beatrice who was telling her about how the werewolves work. As I focused my attention on Giofré and his pack, I saw Lucas walking beside me at the side of my eye and crossed his arms above his chest. “So since when did you become part of the pack?” he asked me which, in all honesty, I didn’t anticipate. “Giofré asked me to stay here. I know that my presence bothers you all but, as much as I wanted to stay away, my life’s in danger out there,” I explained and he just shrugged. “They’re coming after you now, huh.”
We stayed outside of the building, near the trees that were perfectly lined up beside the light posts. I was constantly peering in the parking lot, hoping those agents were out of sight, but they were still smoking. They must’ve had enough joints already and their lungs would probably give up first before we could get a chance to find the hidden entrance. Pacing back and forth in front of Giofré, I ran a hand through my hair as the sound of my boots clicking on the cement reverberated in the area. “Stop pacing. We’re gonna get caught because of your noisy shoes,” Giofré scolded. “Agatha hasn’t called. We’re here for almost half an hour and she still hasn’t said anything.” I stopped pacing and placed my hands on my hips. “What if she got caught? What if she fails and we’r
“Shit,” I mumbled, locking the door and immediately followed Giofré downstairs. My heart almost fell out of my chest and my mind was in an uproar as I thought about what was coming next. Beads of sweat began to form on my temples, my knees were wobbling, as the heavy footsteps on the stairs echoed loudly in the hall. When Giofré noticed my sudden disconcertion, he stared at me in confusion once we got to the end of the stairs. “What’s going on?” he asked as we both breathed heavily. I gripped my thighs and slouched my back, trying to catch my breath. My temples throbbed and I felt as though blood started to drain off my face. “Someone saw us here,” I answered with worry filling my tone. “Shit.” He intertwined his fingers
He stopped in the middle of the hall, hands tucked inside the pocket of his jeans, and tugged his lips to a mischievous smirk that I’d seen him plaster the first time we met in the club. He stared at us as if waiting for our next move as soon as he showed up, but all we did was stand, dumbfounded, as Tobias's low moans filled our ears. When one of his knees softened and weakness started to take over his body, he weighed heavier, and I tried my best to keep him from falling. “Saving the poor werewolf, I see,” the guy uttered and scoffed. “I’m surprised he survived.” “What do you want?” I asked, glaring at him. “We’ve done nothing wrong to this organization.” “I’m aware of that. You’ve done nothing wrong to them . . . but to me.” He pulled his hands out of his pock
“Do warlocks exist?” Agatha asked confusedly. Then the scenario Aunt Odessa showed me last time flashed in my head—how the werewolves remorselessly took the warlocks’ lives to grant the witches’ request, and how I just stood there, watching as it unfolded in front of me. I remembered the stench of smoke, blood, and the moist ground underneath us. And as I recalled all of it, the warlocks’ screams echoed in my head. I shut my eyes and swallowed nervously. “They existed. But they’re supposed to be completed. . . gone.” “Warlocks. The male counterpart of witches,” Giofré pointed out as I nodded in response. “How did you conclude that he’s a warlock?"
After what happened in the Silver Stag, the encounter with the warlock, and them knowing about my being an alpha, I hardly slept. I kept recalling all of that nightmarish occurrence and as much as I wanted to digress, they just continuously played in my head like a broken record. How could I just shrug everything off when, in fact, I should be thinking of ways I could be more useful in this situation? I was an alpha, much like Giofré and perhaps even more significant—at least that’s what my aunt told me. A powerful warlock was coming after me, and none of us knew his objective aside from seeking revenge. If he managed to find this place, or if he used some kind of voodoo to locate us, Giofré’s pack would be at risk and worse, they could end up dead. Maybe if I could harness the power of being an alpha then I could help him protect the werewolves.
Heat surged through my body, firing every ounce of my desire as I pressed my lips against his. When I ran a hand on his cheek, I felt him reach for my waist so I shifted. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him until our heated bodies collided. We engaged in a passionate kiss and every self-restraint I had completely vanished. I felt as though there wasn’t anything holding me back and I could free the feelings I caged for a while. As I relished this moment, I was caught off-guard when he pulled away from our kiss, so I opened my eyes and saw the smug smirk on his lips. Chuckling softly, I avoided his burning gaze and bit my bottom lip. He’s getting back at me for doing this the first time. “I know what you’re doing,” I said and gav
“The mountain of witches,” Tobias reiterated. “Yes.” I grabbed the napkin beside the table and wiped my mouth. “Not quite sure if my aunt will show up but I hope she does. It’s worth the try.” “So there’s a mountain of witches now, huh,” Agatha wondered. “It’s the place where the soul of the dead witches lives,” I responded as she gave me a curious look. “I’m sure the coven can help us with the warlock.” “It’s too dangerous out there. You can’t go alone.” Giofré shook his head and held my hand below the table. “I’ll come with you.” “The pack needs you here, Giofré. We’ve been too preoccupied lately and they need you the most right now.” I laid a hand on top of his and curled m