The following day I wake up in Ryan's arms. We ended up spending the night inside the abandoned mall. The lizards are hurdled together, and Blue is lying on his back with his tongue hanging out.
I close my eyes, relishing the feeling of Ryan pressing me to him. The weight of his arm on my waist is reassuring. He mumbles something in his sleep and then digs his head into my neck. His arms move up, crosses over my chest, and I giggle.
"You're so needy even when you're sleeping..." I tap his arm, smiling when life returns into his tired eyes. I can't see his face, but I can feel his eyelashes fluttering against my skin. It tickles.
A yawn erupts from him, and he smacks his lips. "Hi..." He doesn't sound like he wanted to get up just yet. "What is the time?"
I snort. "Does it look like I'm wearing a watch?"
"Right..." Ryan still sounds half-asleep. He yawns again and hugs me to him—I feel like his personal teddy bear. "Could we sleep a bit longer
RyanAmelia is down on her knees while her hands are on my hips, thumbs digging into my v-muscles. Those innocent eyes flicker up to mine, her eyelashes perfectly framing her inexperience."So, what do you say?" I ask darkly.She breathes her reply. "Do I even have a choice?"My lips curl. "Not really."I reach down. Amelia stiffens at my first touch, letting out a shuddering sort of breath as I arrange her how I want her—trapped between me and the wall. Her bent knees clasp, and her head tips back.Her eyes are insecure, and I tilt my head. Dominating her and making her mine is my deep, dark desire, but I can't have her hating me for it. I have to make sure this is okay."Are you afraid?" I ask.Amelia shakes her head but then bites down onto her lower lip, suddenly seeming vulnerable. A hundred fleeting thoughts seem to run through that head of hers."Is there a safe word?" She asks.My lips quirk higher.
MarcusCountless items are scattered over the floor; the entire mansion is in ruins. I caused it, and neither do I regret it. Destruction is the only thing keeping me sane.Rage, the kind that can't be contained, courses through my veins, exploding into a fit of rage when I pass a vase. I grab the flowery pot, throwing it at the wall as I yell.Dirt flies everywhere, tainting the air, but I don't fucking care. Nothing can calm down the heat boiling within me."Fucking number two!" I'm shaking, blinded by the pain and anger from having lost my mate. My heart is split into two. "And that mate of his—her lizard ate Courtney!"I turn around, glaring at the small man trying to hide from my penetrating gaze. "How could you let that happen? Answer me! Why didn't you try to save her?""I-I don't know!"Bob, my slave and information source, is trembling with his rat-like nails inserted into his mouth. There isn't a single assertive bone
Ryan We have traveled through an entire desert when we spot Giovani and the minivan standing on a hill. A field of grass blows behind him, and fat tufts of clouds are moving over the skies. Giovani is smoking while wearing that same beige trenchcoat that I swear I will burn down to the ground when he isn't looking. Amelia lifts her hand from Cuddles's back, waving and shouting at the bear-like man. "Giovani! You found us!" The man laughs, waves at us, and then the car doors open, letting out Zoya and Billy, and some stranger. Zoya is holding a baby, smiling over at us with a tender gaze. Billy hugs her shoulders, and the stranger, a young girl, is glaring at us with her arms crossed. I ride closer to Amelia, letting Lizzie take the reins as I lean closer to my girlfriend. "Who is the young girl?" Amelia shrugs. "I don't know—she must be new, someone they picked up on the road." Discomfort churns in the pit of my stomach. I don't like n
AmeliaI'm featherbrained. We have been traveling for two weeks, and I think something is wrong with my body. I'm nauseous every morning, with kicks of anguish in my abdomen. Part of me is wondering if maybe a pregnancy between a hybrid and a human is different—perhaps even dangerous.A normal pregnancy wouldn't be taking this toll on my body at such an early stage, but you never know when you're carrying a mini zombie."Ryan…" I mumble. "I'm not… I'm not feeling so good."Giovani and the others are driving the minivan. Ryan is with Lizzie, and Blue is sitting in the minivan with his head out the window. Meanwhile, Cuddles is carrying me on his back.Another wave of dizziness rushes over me, making me let go of the reins and tumble backward. For a moment, I worry I will hit the ground and break my head. I'm about to fall off the saddle, but Cuddles bends forward to send me flying the other way, thus saving me."Amelia!" R
RyanI've suffered another sleepless night. I was afraid something would happen to Amelia while I was snoring next to her, and therefore, I stayed awake. The concern within me wouldn't let me close my eyes.Whatever—rest is for the weak.I'm sitting down on my knees in front of a couch. Amelia is sleeping, tossing and turning in her sweat. We have been living on the coast for three months now, and she isn't getting better. She is barely awake during the day, and my concern only grows with each day.Her fever is so high, and I'm eternally grateful that we don't have to be running while she is in this terrible state.The fishing village we found is ruled by a hybrid captain, who prefers to eat other hybrids rather than humans. His name is Charles—he has said nothing about a surname—and he is enemies with Marcus.Marcus wants to take over Charles' fishing and trade business with other countries, such as Denmark, but Charles is
RyanThere is no goddamn air-condition in this entire building. Electricity runs just fine in the village, but Charles doesn't want to waste it cooling down the rooms inside the hospital."As if we didn't have enough things on our plates already," I mutter to myself and hug the little hybrid, human, whatever closer to my chest. "Not only do we have to deal with matters of the heart, but now we have to survive in this extreme heat too."I peer down at the silent baby as if I foresee him to answer me, and a smile thugs at the corner of my lips.My heart has never been this unsettled, joyous, and broken at the same time. I'm holding little Wyatt in my arms, wondering if he will be content only having his father in the picture.I should head to the library later, see if there are any books about fatherhood.How do I raise a child on my own?Tears are forming in my eyes, but I fight them and struggle to keep my lips under control. It's my
Sequel Maeve, 20 years old My best friend Wyatt is finally returning from his journey. He has been gone for four years, traveling together with his father Ryan and bodyguard Giovani to find laser surgery for his eyes. Wyatt had poor eyesight growing up. He was the bullied child, a skinny kid who followed me around like a lost puppy. Few words came out of his lips, and so I stepped in to defend him every time the other guys our age would pick on him. They used to take his glasses and hold them out of reach from Wyatt, who wasn't exactly tall. Late puberty, I think Ryan described it as, and then he had winked and messed around his son's hair, saying he would catch up with the others in no time. I don't think he did. From the letters we have exchanged for the last couple of years, Wyatt is still a goofy guy who loves food and reading his father's old comic books underneath trees. He is a nerd. "Are you excited?" Zoya, my mother as
My footsteps are unwilling, heart refusing to step inside the building where Ryan, Giovani, and Wyatt live. When the three of them were traveling, my mother was the one dusting their shelves and taking care of their plants. She even filled the fridge with food yesterday. "Thank you so much for taking care of our house." Ryan smiles at my mother with a cup of coffee in his hand. He is leaning against the counter with his back. He looks over at me. "Why don't you join Wyatt and... Uh, your friend in the living room?" Because Angelica is hitting on your son, Ryan—that's why. I forcefully glue a smile to my lips. "Sure, why not?" Ryan looks amused, but I can't for the life of me figure out why. Perhaps he can feel the attraction I feel towards his son? It wouldn't surprise me—Ryan is a wise older man, and he is sharp. "Have fun," Ryan smirks. "Oh, and Maeve?" I spin around, catching his growing smirk. I can see where Wyatt gets his handsom