I flung my arms around his neck and stood on my tiptoes to compensate for the height difference. Dylan was just much too tall for me and he had to slouch to kiss me. He realized immediately what I was trying to do so he lowered his arms, and after one swift move, he was suddenly carrying me. I coiled my legs around his torso so tight that I could feel the hard muscles under his clothes against my skin.
“We had some unfinished business…” he said after pulling away from the kiss. “Right, Isabella?”
The kiss and the intoxicating smell of his pheromones have left me panting for air. I nodded meekly in reply as he started walking towards the bed with me still in his arms.
“Aren’t I heavy?”
He leaned in to peck the mark behind my ear. “You think this small body of yours is
I unsurprisingly woke up to an empty bed.My ticks didn't allow me to rest easy—although the other slaves insisted that I do, per Dylan's orders—so I helped around with the house chores all morning. As usual, I shared my breakfast with them as we sat on the floor in the corner of the dining room. The events of last night and the fulfillment of my sense of purpose had left me feeling giddy for the first time in a while.Dylan unusually came home around lunch. What was even more strange, however, was the fact that he strode into the mansion with a tall blonde with silver eyes all over him—Cynthia.Unconsciously shrinking into my yet another
I honestly have to stop passing out.The moment I woke up, the first sensation that my hazy brain was able to register was the painful burn in my lungs as I breathed. I groaned while I propped myself up onto my elbows. Harsh sunlight streaming into the room made me squint but surprisingly, I managed to spot Dylan sitting down by his desk at the opposite corner of the room.The bed creaked ever so slightly as I adjusted my position, leaning onto the headboard instead. But the sound still caught his attention and he snapped his head to look at me. Once I fully adjusted to the light and my vision became clearer, I saw the circular glasses sitting on top of his nose. I thought about how it made him look a lot older than he was."You're up," he said. He stood up before striding acro
I was expecting to wake up the next morning to an empty bed again, but the aggravated banging on the bedroom door was what stirred me out of my sleep. When I opened my eyes, Dylan was already up and hurriedly throwing a robe on. He had a frightening scowl on his face as he marched towards the door before flinging it open to reveal a trembling servant standing outside. I sat up and rubbed off any remaining traces of sleep from my eyes then wrapped the blanket around me to hide my nakedness underneath. “Is everything okay?” “Speak,” he menacingly told the servant. Even without emitting pheromones, his chilling tone and intimidating glare were enough to send any human weak on the knees. The servant, whom I remember as James, visibly shook as he raised a hand that held a wireles
“Look at what we have here,” I said, pushing the door open with a hand. Under the dim lighting, I counted around five rebels rummaging through the stuff in the study. They were all clad in black clothing from head to toe and their faces were covered in a way that only their eyes were revealed. Upon the announcement of our arrival, they paused and turned their heads to stare at us in shock. “You’re rebelling against the werewolves, right?”“Human slaves,” one mumbled, recovering from his shock and stepping forward. It was a male, based on his physique. “I thought the Hayes household didn’t have slaves”I remember how surprised most of the werewolves were when they came over for a pack meeting weeks ago. For some reason, Dylan
I dreamed about Dylan. Perhaps, my subconsciousness wanted to see him because of the guilt of leaving him alone in that huge mansion all by himself again, or maybe it was yet another effect of the bond. Nonetheless, he was there in my dream, albeit not in the state I wanted to see him in—he was writhing on his bed, his scarred torso wrapped in bandages soaked with an alarming amount of blood. Werewolves, especially an alpha like him, were supposed to heal quickly. So I didn’t understand how he could bleed out so much like that. I felt like crying so I did. With shaky steps, I walked to the side of his bed, and the sight of his face contorted in pain broke my heart. His wounds were severe, and my chest tightened painfully the instant I s
“That’s strange,” I heard the werewolf mumble. “It’s not fading”Fading?“Is it supposed to fade?”“Yes,” he turned to me with a suddenly ominous smile. “Dylan Hayes is dying after all”My heart started pounding on my chest as his words continued to echo in my mind. Then, I remembered the dream that I had that just felt so real. Maybe it was real. Do mates even have the ability to communicate through dreams? But even so, I’m human. It can’t be.
"Thank you."Enzo smirked at me as he removed his hand on my cheek. "No need. This isn't for free after all."Apparently, my mark should've disappeared within hours after Dylan's death, but it had been over a week since the assassination attempt and the skin behind my ear is still as swollen as ever. It didn't help me either that my body has been fatally craving his pheromones. Luckily, Enzo was kind enough to offer me his, though not the same, for a price—he'll use me as bait to lure Dylan out and finish the job.The rest of the slaves were sent somewhere safe, where the rest of the rescued humans were housed since they were—
I woke up a few minutes before sunrise.As I rolled onto my side, I felt a small bump on my cheek so I reached out a hand under my pillow, and true enough, there was a small glass spray bottle containing some pink fizzy liquid. I groggily propped myself up onto my elbows before popping off the plastic lid to take a curious sniff at the nozzle. It didn't smell like anything so I assumed that it must be the pheromone cologne that Enzo promised to give me the night before. I just wish that I wouldn't smell like anything disgusting once I put this on.The dream that I had was slowly fading from my memory which made me alarmingly jump off the bed. It was a good thing that I was in a separate room from Enzo and the rebels so I didn't have the difficulty packing up the few clothes that I was