Alejandro’s point of view:Once I was done adding the last ingredient in the mortar, I crushed everything together into a paste before adding some water to it until it became a liquid of some sort.My nose scrunched up at the sight of this potion but I was satisfied with the outcome.This would definitely work, I thought with a satisfied smirk.Pouring the mixture into a small jar, I closed the lid and proceeded to clean the mess I’d made in the kitchen before dawn – before anyone wakes up and finds me in here.I can’t let anyone find out that I’m making this thing otherwise they might suspect something and I can’t afford that at the moment.‘Look at you! You look less like the Lycan King and more like a thief right now.’ Leo remarked sassily.‘Your presence would be greatly not appreciated right now.’ I deadpanned. ‘So, just shut up!’I breathed a sigh of relief when I finally reached my bedroom door without anyone catching a sight of me wandering down the hallways this early in the
Amelia’s point of view: “Well, let me just mark you then,” Alejandro slipped his free hand into my hair and drew me near as he leaned down, his eyes gazing at the spot he was more than ready to mark since the very first day he’d met me. “No,” I cried, my eyes tearing up. "Please!" I pleaded, gripping onto his shoulders. I felt a very contradicting feeling at that moment. I wanted to push him away but at the same time, his closeness and warmth comforted me in a way where I felt safe. I could do nothing else but to beg him not to mark me. I wasn't ready. "Please, don't do this!" I closed my eyes, buried my face into the nape of his shoulder and hugged him tight. He went rigid, not having expected me to hug him like that when I was afraid of him. Shaking my head, I tried to stop my tears but alas!Fuck! I was supposed to be strong but I was being such a crybaby right now. It was embarrassing to say the least. "Shush!" I felt the muscles in his upper body loosened up as he wrapped
Alejandro's point of view: Laughing, I rushed inside the bathroom and swiftly shut the door behind me to escape Amelia's wrath. "Get back here right this instant, Alejandro!" She shouted at me, angrily punching the bathroom door with her fists. "How could you do this to me?" She shrieked, her voice barely audible as she tried her best not to breathe in the odor that had enveloped her completely. "Eurgh!" Satisfied with myself now that I'd succeeded in dousing Amelia with the potion I'd prepared, I smirked in victory and slipped out of my clothes to have a shower before the full moon got higher up in the sky. From the unpleasant odor that lingered around the bedroom, it seemed as though she'd been thrown into a garbage truck and then forced to stay in those dirty clothes. I have no idea how she's breathing fine with that stench, I thought. It was gettting hard for me to breathe properly with that odor. I needed to hurry up and get out of here. But bearing the smell of this potio
Amelia's point of view:The sounds of the forest surrounded me once I stepped through the tall trees. There were crickets chirping, dry leaves swirling around in the harsh wind blowing occasionally and owls hooting somewhere hidden in the trees.I ventured further in the forest filled with vicious vines untangled together. Some branches kept weaving inwards the further I went deeper in the dense forest.Everything felt eerily odd and ghostly.The atmosphere was just way too tensed. I definitely knew something was wrong.My gut was twisting and clenching. It almost felt like someone was squeezing me while trying to pry me of my life. Why I felt like that? I would never know but one thing I can be sure of is the fact that I should not be here.Maybe s
I fell down before I could avoid it. I felt a sting in my butt when my bottom made contact with the ground. But my sole interest was in watching the dog flying in the air before lurching itself onto me.Ontopof me!Soon, I was trapped beneath it. I closed my eyes tightly to avoid from looking at its dripping saliva. It was so gross and ugly looking. I could feel tears burning the brim ofmy eyes. There's no way I'm gonna accept dying like this.
I don’t know how and when but I slowly found myself drifting off to sleep while playing with its soft furs.I know what you might be thinking. Who is their right state of mind would sleep when an unknown creature was nuzzling up against them?I don’t know about you but I would when I’ve spent the entire day and night before sorting things around my new apartment. I pretty much already had bags forming under my eyes. It was high time I get some sleep.Hence, the slumber party time begins, with a not so small creature in my arms!When I woke up, it was dark so I figured it was night time or pretty early in the morning. I was still sitting with my back leaning against the tree trunk but the dog was nowhere to be found. Had it all been a dream, a nightmare? But what am I doing here? There is no way that I could imagine all of that. I’m not J. K Rowling nor am I Stephenie Meyer.I hastily got up and dusted my clothes off. I halte
When he moved a step back, my head spun as he cleaned the blood dripping down the side of his mouth with the back of his hand. My blood!My words got lodged in my throat as he graced me with a bloody fanged smirk.He freaking had fangs, like the dogs I met earlier.Finding my voice, I exclaimed, “What the fuck are you?”I refrained myself from pushing him away from me, afraid of touching him.I held my breath when he met my gaze. Concern etched on his forehead as he studied my face which was most probably showing my increasing panic and fear of this man.“You’ve got such a dirty mouth.” His smirk widened mischievously as he cocked a perfectly shaped eyebrow at me.He adjusted his arms beside my head and covered the short distance between our lips.Brushing his lips against mine, “I will have a great time taming you.” He murmured. His low and distinct tone sent a shiver travelling up my
The dark clothed man, who threw him down, glanced my way. I gasped. He freaking had wings, black and huge and he was hanging down low yet his feet never touching the ground. I would prefer using only one word if I had to describe him. A vampire!He has white pale skin like a vampire, his lips are bloody red and his eyes are dark, so dark you would feel like he’s looking right into your soul, sorting through your darkest sins. He has black shoulder length hair and looks fierce and right now his lips are pressed into a thin line.I could no longer deny that what was happening wasn’t real because real or not, it was definitely happening unless my eyes were playing some tricks on me.“You didn’t tell me you met your mate, Alejandro.” He addressed the man who had bit me.Mate?“Leave her alone!” Alejandro tried to get up but ended up hissing in pain. Consequently, I gasped in pain.“If I’m not