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Evelina’s POVI sat numbly the entire time unable to form a single coherent sentence as an entire team worked to save my father’s life. The nurses had multiple times tried to ask me about my father’s medical history. Apparently, for the last five years, he hadn’t even bothered getting routine check-ups. I was completely clueless. Because I hadn’t been part of his life. I hadn’t tried. He could have died, and I would never even know if he was allergic to anything.No one would even care he was gone. Except for me. I wiped away a tear from my eye. I was the only one that could help him. Would he ever be able to leave the bottle behind? Or was this just a never-ending cycle he would repeat, until one day it would end in his death?I wish Kyle and Mama didn’t hate him. I wish they could help him. Part of me wanted to call Mama. To call Kyle. They were the two people I’d always gone to whenever I needed help. Surely…they could do something to help my papa? And then I recalled how Kyle had
When staring down the barrel of a gun, my faith in god reminds me that love conquers all fear.Bullsh.i.t.I was 15, dressed in a beautiful ballgown for my quinceañera and staring down the barrel of a gun when I realized how utterly fucked up my life truly was. Because as I stood there, I looked into the eyes of my killer, a hundred percent sure I was going to die. But then…Gabriel Rossi…a man with more kills under his belt than he had years on him, called me his ‘mate’. The one word I had yearned to hear from someone. The one thing I had always wanted. Spoken from the lips of a man who definitely would sooner throw my body in the ocean for the sharks than ever treasure me like mates should. Like Kyle,my stepfather, treasured my mother.Some said I should find solace in the fact that he did not kill me. That he left just as quickly as he’d arrived, letting me finally run to my uncle Xavier who Gabrielle shot through the leg with a silver bullet without even batting an eye.For years,
Gabe's POVI wiped my bloodied knuckles, my expression stoic as I stared at the man tied up in the chair before me. Nonchalantly, I tossed the once pristine white towel, now spotted with deep crimson stains, to the floor. This was becoming tiresome. If only I could kill him and be done with it. However, on the off-chance he had some vital information, I had to keep this chingado alive. Hell. I really wanted to just kill him.“I’m going to ask you one last time,” I clipped the words out ominously, reaching for the silver pistol always tucked away on my person.The silver metal lightly singed the skin of my palms, but itt could have been worse had I not built up an intolerance to the metal lethal for wolves. As a babe, my mother, who’d been an alpha-female, had gone so far as to lace my milk with silver, refusing to stop even when I’d been hospitalised multiple times.The body is strong. A powerful alpha will adapt.That’s what she always said to my father, a weak wolf with beta blood i
Evelina's POV“Hey!” I exclaimed, turning to yell at the man who’d just groped my a.s.s in the subway.Fucking New York. You’d think I’d be used to it by now.“You pervert!” I yelled, watching the strange man disappear into the crowd.“Temper Evie,” Robert intoned, grabbing my arm and pulling me along. “It’s late, we need to get home.”Muttering expletives in Spanish that Robert couldn’t understand, I trudged along begrudgingly, emerging from the New York underground and allowing the cool winter night’s air to help cool my flushed face.“This is why I always tell you to stick close to me,” Robert murmured impatiently once we got closer to home.“You aren’t honestly trying to say it’s my fault?” I challenged, casting him a withering look.“Of course not Evie,” Robert replied quickly. “It’s just that according to statistics, this usually happens to women who men think are alone on the subway. Sticking close to me is a deterrent.”I raised an eyebrow challengingly. “I think ripping his h
“I’ve got the egg—” I stopped short, paused at the threshold of our tiny apartment as the acrid scent of gunpowder overwhelmed me.I blinked once and then twice….and then a third time as I tried to process the carnage before me. There was …Blood. So much blood. Splattered on the walls, splattered on the floor, on my kitchen counter that I had wiped clean this morning. It almost felt as if I was in a movie, and someone would yell ‘cut’ any minute. Or maybe a sick prank. But the unmistakable metallic tang of blood proved otherwise. This was no movie.Finally, my eyes went to what I’d missed earlier. The carton of eggs in my hand crashed to the floor, breaking with a resounding ‘crunch’. Fucking eggs. I never liked eggs anyway.I screamed at the sight of Robert, laying facedown in a pool of crimson, his mangled lifeless form riddled with bullet wounds. My instinct was to move towards him, but I had to think quick. His killer might still be here. In two strides, I’d reached the knife draw
The moment I removed my bangle, Gabriel’s eyes turned a primal yellow and he lunged at me. Before I could even activate my magic, his body was on mine, pinning me against the wall with inhuman strength. Panic flooded through me as I struggled to break free, but his feral gaze held me in place like a predator cornering its prey.“Mate,” he growled low into my ear, tingles erupting across my entire body from his touch.Stunned, it took a moment for the realization to sink in that he moved faster than any other werewolf I’d ever seen. And I’d seen many. He bent his head, lips mere inches from mine and in that singular beat, I hated myself. I hated myself because for one small milli-second, I felt attracted to him. Stupid mate bond. This twisted sense of attraction was going to be the death of me.“I know that cheap bit of jewelry your witchy tia gave you is what blocks our bond Muneca.” His breath was hot against my lips as he spoke, those eyes, dark as death, boring into mine. “It’s what
Gabe's POV “Amaya,” I reprimanded sharply.I glared at her from my seat in my private jet. She was sitting across from me, looking through Evelina’s phone. That was an invasion of privacy.“Sorry, Gabe.” She didn’t sound sorry at all. Bi.t.ch.“When I asked you to help cover my tracks, it wasn’t so you could go through Evelina’s phone.” I clenched my jaw and ground my teeth together to stop myself from cursing at her.Amaya let out a laugh, throwing the phone to me, which I caught deftly in my hand while glaring at her the entire time.“You’d kill a man in cold blood but think going through someone’s phone is wrong. I don’t get you.” She tsked.I merely stared back at her stonily, pocketing the damn phone that had a screensaver of her and the damn pendejo I’d killed. My eyes darkened as I thought of him. I sorely wished he could come back to life just so I could kill him all over again. He deserved a thousand deaths for what he’d done. Evelina did not need to know the cold hard truth
Evelina's POV The rhythmic hum of the road beneath me nudged me out of slumber, and my eyes fluttered open to darkness. Confusion fogged my mind momentarily as I tried to make sense of my surroundings. The realization hit me like a freight train—I was in the backseat of a car. Gabriel was at the wheel, his silhouette illuminated by the soft glow of the dashboard lights. A woman with dark hair, Gabriel kept referring to her as Amaya, sat shotgun, her presence a palpable force in this confined space. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that she was the witch he kept referring to.I steadied my breathing, trying not to alert the two of my wakefulness. Instead, I focused on the subtle details around me—the faint scent of leather, the gentle sway of the car as it cruised along the road. We were somewhere in Texas, judging by the signs whizzing by that I could just barely make out from my reclined position in the back seat. The landscape rolled by in shadowy patches beyond the windows.As