~Ivy POV~I slip from Enzo’s side as the sun filters in through the curtains. A slight breeze drifting through and tickling the fabric. He finally looks peaceful for the first time since, well, ever. His dark hair is an adorable mess, and his face is now free of swelling, only barely there bruises dot the area beneath his eyes and his right cheekbone. My fingers itch to run over his stubbled face where the hair has grown back far faster than it has a right to after I shaved it early yesterday morning.“I can feel the weight of your eyes,” he mumbles. My heartbeat quickens and a smirk tugs at the corner of my lips.“Am I not allowed to look at what is mine?” I ask. He chuckles lightly, his tone so airy and unburdened.“Mmm, I like how that sounds.” He cracks his eyes open, blinking away the sleepiness and drinking me in. “You look different.” he muses.“Oh, yeah?”“You are quicker to smile.” I tuck a hair behind my ears, feeling his emotions, his lust, desire, his utter shock, and comp
I smooth the chiffon fabric down my stomach, spinning to the side to make sure it looks okay. Finding a dress that was both appropriate and functional felt like a damn nightmare. Not that I had to find it myself, but James had brought twenty-three dress options. And I still don’t feel like the dress is perfect. It’s pretty and pale pink, innocent like I’m attending a school dance. I would have preferred blood red or black, but everyone agreed I needed to keep my meek facade up in front of the pack until the right moment comes.“My father will sit behind us and decide whether or not he wants to approve the match…” James says warily. He looks exhausted like he has been crying and drinking and not sleeping at all. “That isn’t normal in a mating ceremony,”“No, it’s not. But he informed me of the change just moments ago through the mind link. I have a feeling he is hesitant to let us mate because he knows it means that his time as Alpha is ending.” James explains. I lean forward and adju
The first guard thrusts his arm toward my throat and, for fun, I let him have it. His warm hand wraps around my throat and I stand my ground, taking joy in the thought that his hand will no longer be attached. I extend my claws, drop to my knees, and thrust my nails up and under his ribcage with a war cry. His hand drops from me as he wheezes and bends forward, holding his side. I throw the heel of my palm up into his face as I bring myself back up to standing. The sound of the crunch radiates through the building and he crumples at my feet, lifeless. The other warriors growl in anger and Jonathon’s eyes flicker in annoyance as he rolls his eyes and flicks his wrist to communicate to his men that they are up next. I allow my eyes to float through the room where pack members lurk closely but are doing their best to fight their alpha’s order. James has Sarah safely tucked away somewhere, and a trickle of relief rolls through me. Henley takes on two guys, one who fights in wolf form a
~Enzo POV~There is nothing come hell or high water that could keep me from being near Ivy when she may need me, except for her demanding that she doesn’t need me. She is right and I know it. Need and want are different things, but to me, with her, those lines are often quite blurry. She may not need me there with her but I sure a shit know she wants me there.And as long as she wants me there, I will always be there, injured or not. I only wish I could move faster than I am in my current state. In the movie they had put on to ease my mind—as if that were possible with my mate putting herself in peril. The man was in an accident and used these things called crutches to move around. I did my best to create my own. They take the weight off my leg and place it squarely on my stiff shoulders and sore arms.Thankfully, the wounds on my arms are covered with scabs. My muscles are abiding by my request to work, for now. But my progress is getting closer to Ivy is ridiculously slow. By the ti
~Ivy POV~Enzo’s promise makes my skin prickle with anticipation of his hands on every inch of me. But I am hesitant because of his injuries. Even now the scabs on his arm are healing, but he reopened some of them and his leg is an enormous factor. Isn’t the thigh something kind of important when you are making love?“You’re injured, Enz,” I breathe.“Has that ever stopped me from coming for you?” He asks, quirking a brow and I bite my lip to keep from smiling.“No, I guess not.”“Then don’t start doubting me now.” He stands with a pained grunt and reaches down to grab my hand, pulling me up from the stairs. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”“My place is closer…” I tell him and he nods. “You no longer have a ‘my place’ Ivy. You are my mate, and I am about to make you mine. We live together now.”I hesitate, not sure how to process that thought. It’s not like I haven’t basically lived with the past five years. But this is different. This is forever and we both know it. It’s almost overwhelm
It takes more effort than I want to admit to contain my squeal of nervousness as I step out of the shower and grab the gray, fluffy towel. I stare at it for a second, thinking maybe I don’t even need it. It’s not like we haven’t ever seen each other naked before. I mean, we are werewolves. And he did just sit and watch me shower. I wrap it around my breasts, anyway. My lack of confidence in the realm of, well, this type of thing wins out. When I turn to face the mirror, I look at my reflection, smiling at the mark on my neck as I gently brush my fingers over it. It’s strange to find what you have been craving when you never really knew you were looking for it to begin with. Especially when it’s been by your side waiting for you to wake up all along. I can feel my heart working overtime as it pumps blood through my anxious body and my cheeks blush, thinking about Enzo waiting for me.“Ivy…?” Enzo’s face pops up in the reflection behind me. His eyes scan mine for any sign of distress,
~Enzo POV~ My leg aches, and my arms are screaming at me for their overuse. And I can’t wait to do it again and again. I look at the mess of blonde hair splayed out over my chest and I swear my heart skips a beat. Ivy’s body is curled into mine, her knees tucked up as she sleeps peacefully with the comforter on her back. I reach out and pull it over us, allowing a cocoon of warmth as she sighs. I watch with bated breath, waiting for the moment her clear blue eyes open and all she sees is me. She has expressed her love. We are mates, and we are marked. Yet, five years of never being able to see the love or feel it requited leaves scars I would rather never tell her exists. They aren’t ones she caused intentionally, so why should she suffer the guilt of something that isn’t her doing? I’m rewarded for my waiting when she tilts her chin up so she can see me and her eyes fix on me, putting me in a trance. There isn’t an ounce of doubt, or of her trying to retreat away from me like it wa
There is something about coming back to the place of trauma that is supposed to be healing. Whatever it is seems to be fucking escaping me though. I have fought through terrible shit when I lost my family and thought I lost my best friend. I had witnessed things, done things that should color my nightmares red, but I could survive those, get through them all alone. So why does it feel so much harder to face the place where I almost died with my mate helping me through it?Maybe it’s just still fresh, but I have an inkling it’s because for the first time in my life I was weak. I could have never been able to protect Ivy had they gone for her. If they wanted to do to her what they did to Sarah, I would have failed her. And I’m realizing that’s the scariest part about this place. It’s not that I almost died, or that I was in extreme mind-numbing pain for days on end. It’s the painful reality that she could have died because I wasn’t enough to keep her safe. -Enough- Ivy’s voice echoes t