Blake PovMy mother is dead... All these years, I have bashed her name for leaving me with a monster, for allowing me to grow up in torment and misery as she lived an easy life away from me. But all those horrible moments with Dad and the others were not her fault... She wanted me, but she was taken away from me.I wished it was the other way around, now that I have found out the truth. I wish she was alive and living well, instead of this because then I would still have a chance to meet her and be with her.But this! This fucking hurt and the pain had no mercy on me as it ripped through my heart and soul, breaking me down, and I didn't realize that I was falling until Nero ran to me, grabbing my arms and pulling me close to him, holding me tightly.“Nero... Nero....” I whispered under my breath, and I started sobbing uncontrollably. “She’s dead... How could Loki lie to me all this time? He knew she was gone and never coming back. How could he not have told me and tortured me with the
Nero PovThe fear of Blake finding out without me being the one to tell her must have triggered something inside of me and strengthened our bond enough to break through the barrier that separated us.It was neither the time nor the place for this to happen, and I think that was why the force was so vital to break through to Blake's mind; since the truth was already about to come out, I needed to come clean to her and her alone and do what I should have done from the very beginning.The more Blake stared at me, the extreme her sobbing intensified, and her eyes were brimming with tears. When her face changed from pure terror to pure agony, I felt it all. The hate, anger, pain, despair, and betrayal, I could feel it radiating from her.‘Why would you do this?’ Blake thought, looking into my eyes with pure hatred and disappointment. 'HOW COULD YOU!!’My gaze darted toward Mr. Blade, and I knew my time was running out. Death was calling to me, and I could see it in his eyes as they shifted
Jason POV“I know Blake doesn't like me, but it's been weeks since we have seen Nero. It's unfair that we stood up for him and got banished, but he's been ghosting us for his little mate.” Scarlett whined in my ear, alerting my worries.I didn't tell her that Nero was traveling with Blake because I wasn't sure how crazy she would handle it and because Nero made me swear that I wouldn't.But they should have arrived yesterday, and yet, I haven't received any call from him. I know how they can be all over each other, and I have been trying not to think not a reason why Nero won't text me about their arrival because, doing the math, it all led to them having sex.Now that Scarlett had reminded me, I was hunted by the thought again, annoying the shit out of me.“Can you go do something else and stop hanging with me?” I mumbled, looking away from her and hoping she would get the message. “I got exile, remember?! You and Nero are the only creature I know in this place, so excuse me for wa
As Blake's hand tightened around my neck, her eyes burning with fury, I felt a cold shiver run down my spine. This wasn't the Blake I knew. She seemed like she had lost her soul, consumed by vengeance."I could snap your neck, gash your head, and deliver it to him," she hissed, her voice devoid of any emotion. "Do you think that will hurt him like he has wounded my heart? To make him suffer before his execution."I struggled against her grip, gasping for air as panic flooded my senses. "Blake, please, listen to me," I pleaded, my voice desperate. "You don't want to do this. You don't want him dead."Her grip loosened slightly, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of doubt in her eyes. But then her expression hardened once again, and she pushed me away, causing me to stumble backward."You should leave, Jason," she said coldly, her voice cutting through the air like a knife. "I have no mercy for the friends of my enemy."I dropped to my knees, tears welling up in my eyes as I re
********Blake POV********My blood ran cold as I stared hard at Nero and saw how daring his eyes were. It had that look that seemed to say he would rather die than let me in his head. That was a challenge that I was not willing to back down from. At first, I took it lightly, but soon, frustration started to well within me with each futile attempt to breach the walls of his mind. The intensity of his mental barriers was strong and impenetrable like steel. The harder I tried, my wolf snarled and paced within me, restless and agitated by our inability to reach Nero's thoughts."Why are you protecting her, Nero?" I demanded, my voice cutting through the tense air, my eyes narrowing as I studied him.Silent at first, Nero's jaw tightened, his gaze shifting between me and himself, his expression unreadable. "I have my reasons, Blake," he replied with such softness that made me melt at his tone for a moment, and the fact that he still had that effect on
The heavy footsteps of the guard echoed down the dimly lit corridor as I stood there, my anger unyielding despite Nero's desperate pleas. Calmly, I motioned for the guard to enter the cell, my gaze unwavering as I watched Jason's expression morph from confusion to realization.But Nero's voice, filled with anguish and frustration, reverberated off the cold stone walls of the cell. His pleas tugged at my conscience, threatening to unravel the carefully constructed facade of indifference I had built. But I couldn't."Don't do this, Blake," Nero whispered as I stared deep into his eyes."Wait... What's going on, Blake?!" Jason's voice trembled slightly, his eyes darting between me and Nero.Ignoring his question, I gestured for the guard to lock him up alongside Nero, my voice cold and commanding. "Chain him. Make sure he can't interfere with my investigation.""Blake, stop! Hey! Stop!" Nero shouted.Yet his protests fell on deaf ears as the guard yanked Jason by his hands, the clinking
As Harley led me down the hallway toward Jason's room, my mind raced with anticipation and dread. The weight of my decision pressed heavily upon me, but I pushed those thoughts aside, focusing on the task at hand.Finally reaching the door, Harley hesitated for a moment before turning to me, her eyes filled with uncertainty. "Here we are," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper."Thanks," I said softly, offering her a small, reassuring smile. With a nod and a stiff smile, she turned and walked away, leaving me standing in front of the door to Jason's room.Taking a deep breath, I reached out and turned the handle, pushing the door open slowly. The room was dimly lit, shadows dancing across the walls, and my heart clenched at the sight of Scarlett sitting on the edge of the bed, her expression a mixture of confusion and concern."Blake?" she said, her voice soft with disbelief. "What are you doing here? And where's Nero?"Closing the door behind me, I stepped further into the r
******************Blake's POV**************** Being the only wolfless student in a school meant for werewolves is just awful. To be honest, the word "awful" is a bit too simple to express my hate toward school. How do I put it? Oh, right! I got it. "I hate this shitty place more than the hell hole that I call 'home!" Yes, I hate my home too. Let me correct that, "I despise the house I have spent my pathetic life in since I was little." My life is more like a twisted Cinderella story. However, in my case, I'm the step-sister whose mother is nowhere in sight and whose father detests her as much as his wife and daughter do. The truth is, he was more considerable to me when I was little until I hit puberty, and my wolf refused to show up like every teenager at my age wolves did. After that disappointing full-moon night, he became a monster that I fear. But mostly, I detest him. When the limousine came to a stop, I felt my breath cut