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 kept me from being able to track you using my witch—”
I looked away and tried to ignore the flare of ire over his words ‘my witch’. More like ' dumb bi.t.ch' , if you asked me. Whoever she was, I wished she'd choke and di.e on the next man's d.i.ck she sucked.
“—but I don’t need magic to know where you are. I will always find you.”
His rough, calloused left-hand reached up to grab my chin in an ironclad grip, fingers applying gentle yet firm pressure to tilt my head upwards so that our gazes locked once again.
Dark eyes bored into mine, conveying a silent warning or perhaps a promise of what was to come.
Shivers shot down my spine and I defiantly glared up at him. His touch was both possessive and rippling with barely concealed power, a reminder of the physical advantage he held. In that moment, I couldn’t help but also feel completely captivated by him. The knowledge that this pull between us was practically undeniable made my stomach churn in resentment. He killed my fiance’! What was wrong with me?
“We’ve denied this bond long enough, it’s time to accept that we are destined to be together.”
The pit of my stomach dropped. Something…warm began to unfurl slowly in my belly. Fluttering butterflies flapped wildly, spurring a completely unwarranted blossoming of preposterous hope in my chest. He didn’t want to kill me?
“You want to make me your mate?” I queried in an oddly strained voice.
“Vos sos mia Evelina (You are mine Evelina).” Gabriel’s voice was rough and deep, the words escaping past his lips in a breathy rasp.
His voice dripped with a possessive venom, seeping into my skin like hot metal chains constricting me with an unyielding grip.
We were breathing the same air, lips mere inches apart.
His breath landed on my lips,scorching them and reminding me that this man could light me on fire and burn me down to my bare bones. I could feel the heat radiating from him, like a miniature sun against my skin.
“It is time for me to become stronger. Only my mate can do that for me.”
Those words burned away at the butterflies, leaving nothing but ash and smoke. Bile rose in my throat. Of course. He only wanted me so he could become stronger. Many people wanted me for that exact same reason. Tia Mel….the coven…
My eyes hardened. I stared at him, anger coursing through me. I’d sooner drive a knife through my own heart rather than make him stronger!
A man like him, if he ever got wind of what I really was, would use me. He would use me for his advantage , forcing me to do horrendous illegal acts to strengthen his mafia and then he’d spit me out like a used tissue paper. Probably kill me for good measure to keep his dark secrets forever buried away. Bitterness filled my mouth, the taste of betrayal and manipulation lingering on my tongue. No. This was why I could never ever consider Gabriel. He was evil and he would attempt to strong-arm me into partaking in his nasty mafia business. How many people would he make me kill...just like he'd killed poor Robert?
“Destined to be together? You killed my fiancé, you ….hijo de puta! There’s no destiny between us, only revenge!” I struggled against his hold, feeling the raw power emanating from him.
But I refused to let fear overtake me.
Gabriel’s grip on my chin tightened, his eyes blazing with a mix of something darkly possessive. He looked at me as if he owned me. He did not!
“You think you can resist this bond? Muneca, you’re mine. Your body calls to mine, and there’s no escaping fate. ”
Watch me do just that pendejo, I think to myself, gulping down my fear.
Locking eyes with him in a daring challenge, I refused to back down. He did now know who he was dealing with. If it wasn’t for the fact that I was trying to hide who I really was, he would already be on the floor writhing in agony.
Like a lover’s caress, his fingers let go of my chin and gently trailed over my jaw before lifting to my cheekbone. The sparks between us intensified, urging us both to give in to this damn bond that I wish had never existed.
My breathing came out in ragged gasps. His fingers dug harshly into my scalp whilst his thumb continued to rub sensually across the expanse of my cheek. With each stroke of his thumb, I felt waves of a completely foreign sensation spreading through me, as if his touch had the power to awaken every nerve ending in my body.
It was an intimate gesture, in direct contradiction to what should have been happening right now. I should've been fighting him. But the dark desire in his gaze leaves me breathless and yearning for more. I am powerless to fight the attraction sparking between us. In that moment, the world faded away, and all that existed was the electrifying connection embodied in the simple yet profound act of his possessive grip on me. Giving myself an internal shake, I knew I had to snap out of it. Now was not the time to give into the mate bond.
“I have come to take you—”
My dark laughter cut him off.
“Take me? You must be delusional if you think I’m going anywhere with you,” I sneered, trying to push him off me.
My hands met the proverbial wall of steel that was Gabriel’s chest. The man didn’t even budge despite me pushing with all my might. Fuck!
In one swift movement, he gripped my wrists firmly. Not with enough force to hurt me, but enough to show who was in control. Enough to force my arms above my head and then he pressed his muscular body more firmly against mine, trapping me against the wall. My wrists were pinned above my head with his one hand. My chest was pressed against his. I could feel the exhale of his breath on my neck as he leaned in, a slight smirk on his face. Heart racing, I struggled against his hold, my body only rubbing more forcibly against his. The hardness digging into my stomach only became more pronounced. I stilled. That was most definitely not a second gun. This was no use. Gabriel was physically stronger. He had me exactly where he wanted me. Completely at his mercy. Or so he thought.
The strength in his grip was unmistakable, and I could feel every muscle in his arm tense as he restrained me. My chest rose and fell rapidly, heart pounding against my ribs. I glared up at him, preparing to summon my magic and make him pay.I had no choice. Magic was the only way to overpower this man before me. I braced myself to let it loose, already thinking up a plan. I’d have to—
In the next moment, I felt a swift prick at the side of my neck which completely derailed my thought process.
“I was afraid you’d say that,” Gabriel murmured, his deep rough voice like smooth whiskey. “It’s why I came prepared.”
My vision swam. Instead of one Gabriel, I saw four. That’s what it took to realise that he’d injected me with something using his free hand.
“B…bastard,” I managed to gasp out as sleep crowded my brain.
“This is odd…human sedatives work on you..but witch potions don’t,” Gabriel mused, his lips so close that if I moved, I could press mine against his. I could drink him, see if he tasted like he sounded. “Sleep tight Muneca’.”
Mo.t.h.er.fucker, was my last thought before the final vestiges of consciousness left me.
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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
Gabriel's POV “Fuck...fuck FUCK!” I roared out, punching a dent into the side of my car once I realized that Evelina no longer slept soundly inside. “She escaped!”Amaya was still dealing with those stupid witches. I gave them the money. Now it was time for negotiations. I hated witches. Except for Amaya, they were all weird brujeria practicing nut jobs. The talisman Evelina wore didn’t even allow me to track her scent. Fuck her witchy tia for giving her that stupid bangle.However, even I had to admit that it was better she kept it on. When it was off, her scent was so intoxicating. Sandalwood and citrus mixed with hints of violet and an underlying trace of the spent gunpowder. If power had a smell, I had a feeling it would be Evelina’s scent. My eyes tracked the footprints below, trying to make out what direction she had taken. LA VIRGEN (JESUS CHRIST)! This was no place for a defenseless human such as her to be roaming around. These dark witches were dangerous. They were known for
Evelina's POV“I found it inside the cave,” I muttered, shifting in the backseat as I answered Amaya’s question.I didn’t know how to explain it. But something had called to me. This box…was mine. And something told me to keep it safe until I could get it to my tia Melanie. My hand ran over the circular symbol on it, feeling the sudden twinge of an electric current jolt from the box and straight to the palm of my hand. I jumped a little in surprise. There was something dark and sinister about this seemingly harmless wooden case. Is that why I wanted it?“Can I see it?” Amaya queried. “Do you think it’s something to make a witch more powerful?”I could hear the excitement in her voice. Wordlessly, I handed it over.“I already tried to open it,” I explained with a shrug. “It’s locked.”“There’s no key,” Amaya muttered, holding it up to examine it. “Hmmm.” She tried to pry it open and yelped. “It burned me!” she exclaimed, nursing her hand against her chest and letting the box fall into h
Gabriel's POVMy business with the new capo took longer than I’d anticipated. I couldn’t help how wound up I was. Fuck what was Evelina doing to me? Usually, I wouldn’t have batted an eye and let Vin have his fun. But the very real possibility of Evelina getting a look at another man’s dick made me see red. She was a nuisance. A pesky fly that kept trying to run away. I could see it in the way her eyes flitted about the club, trying to assess possible escape routes.The very real possibility that this woman might yet escape set me on edge. By the goddess, I would show her her place.My hands itched to punish her. To take a hand to her throat and watch how she’d react to being held so possessively. I wanted her to know I could harm her, but I wouldn’t. I would never hurt my mate.I was many things. A murderer, a criminal, a dangerous don, a money launderer,a drug lord….a blood thirsty alpha. But I was not a woman beater. Nor would I ever violate her. The fact that she looked at me as if
Evelina’s POVAs Gabriel’s words sunk in, I felt like the ground had slipped out from beneath me. Sleep in his room? With him? The idea sent a shiver down my spine, and I immediately began to protest, my mind racing for a way out of this situation.“Sleep in your room?” I repeated incredulously. I swallowed hard, my discomfort growing with each passing second. “I... I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I managed to rasp out. As if he even cared what I thought.His expression was unreadable, his eyes two pools of pitch black glinting with that hint of malice that seemed to render me powerless. His words from the club resounded in my brain.I want you to obey.If I have to teach you a lesson, so be it.I can assure you…you’d like it. Eventually.I try to ignore the heat in my belly igniting over that final sentence. I push away my pique’d curiosity over his words. This man was a cold-blooded killer. Of my own accord, my eyes go to my ring finger where my engagement ring still rests. He ki
Evelina's POVLying in bed, I turned my back towards the bathroom door where I could hear Gabriel running the water. The bed was large, enough to keep a decent space between us, yet I couldn’t help but speculate if he had different intentions for the night. Suddenly, I heard the door open to the bathroom and him moving about the room. My heart jumped in my chest. I tried to swallow the lump in my throat as I imagined what he planned to do. He had made it clear that he wanted me as his mate to help him become powerful. The thought sent shivers down my spine. He was going to try to force me to mate with him. I had to be ready to defend myself.The mattress shifted suddenly with his weight when he climbed into bed on the other side, and I practically jumped in a bid to move farther away from him. He gave an exasperated sigh into the dark room; the sound echoing off the walls. Gabriel shifted again, and I hauled ass, scooting further back. I felt him turn and my body responded in kind, in
Gabriel's POV Amaya and I stood back to back, surrounded by a circle of witches on the balcony of my penthouse. Amaya’s breath came out in labored gasps. She’d expended too much magic. The witches were too powerful for her. The plan had been for her to hold them off while I escaped with Evelina. She’d portal herself to where I had my jet waiting to take us away. It was for instances such as this that Amaya avoided using her magic. One never knew when an enemy might attack. But neither of us had counted on multiple dark witches showing up. One or two, we could handle. But this…was unprecedented.I could not leave Amaya to fend for herself when she was so clearly struggling. These were dark witches, with the ability to wield magic much more efficiently. I pulled the trigger on my silver pistol, but instead of hitting its mark, it disappeared into a whirlpool of shadows created by these stupid witches. Dark witches practiced sacrificial magic, which gave them an edge over witches like Am