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Lucifer’s POV Omerta, the name that rarely left my mouth, had plagued my thoughts day and night. I would be fucking lying if I said that I had not wondered if she was indeed my mate and that Avo’s dear Selene had decided to ruin yet another life. Everything fucking pointed to the fact that we might, just might be mates. After all, I was miserable whenever I could not feel her presence or her delectable scent of honey and rosemary. She was the only one apart from my family that could stand up to me despite my overpowering aura, the way my beast indulged her every time she talked back to me, unafraid and unhinged, and still lived to see the next day. All along, I had believed that it was just lust, that it was my fucking desire that was giving way to this hellish pull toward her. But that day, when she was drugged and was all out to test my patience, all my beast could think about was her safety, and how he did not want to face any pain or harm. And as if that was not enough, we fu
Omerta’s POV One minute I was surrounded by people staring at me with a mix of disgust, fear, and awe, and the next everyone was running around, and I was being ushered out of the cafeteria to what that unknown teacher referred to as the underground shelter. There was an attack, and it seemed like everyone here was aware of the attack protocol. Many of the students went on and on about the mafia conflict, and I would have assumed that was the case. It made sense, because we have faced this in New York as well, but only if the werewolf students and their actions were not such a giveaway. Not only were the werewolf students in charge of getting people into the shelters, but many of them were also missing, claiming they were a part of the protection detail. Guess it was something related to the werewolf stuff, though I wondered who was fool enough to attack them. I was so caught up in my thoughts that I did not even notice that Aaron had abandoned his position next to him. It was onl
I waited and waited with bated breath, but there was no pain. My body should have been in agony, but I felt nothing but blood, and more blood that tickled down my face, and my neck. My mind was unable to comprehend what was happening. With the amount of blood that was there, my body should have been burning in its misery, but there was nothing, just my upper body painted red. It took me a few seconds to understand what was happening. As my vision focused, I saw Lucifer standing behind that man, with his hand deep inside that man’s chest, piercing it from the back and front of that man’s body. The realization hit me like a truckload, the blood that had drenched me from top to bottom belonged to that man with fangs, who now lay lifeless against Lucifer’s hand. In the past, I had never had a problem with blood, but seeing so much crimson liquid spilled on me, made my head spin, and before I knew it, my guts had decided to act out, and I was vomiting onto that man’s barren body and mys
Omerta’s POV We were all now in Lucifer’s office, everyone but Abaddon, when Avo started talking. "Omerta, I want you to know I never intended for you to find out more about our world like this. I understand how frightening it is to see a man with fangs growling at you." Well, it was horrid! "I wished we would have completed our discussion earlier on, but there are just too many things happening in the past few days," Avo said. It was clear that this bothered him. He looked concerned, and I wondered if Lucifer had something to say to him about my reaction in the cafeteria. "Honestly, I never imagined in my wildest dreams that you'd ever come face to face with a vampire."They are fairly rare on our side of the world, and they mostly tend to keep away from us. " It felt strange to talk about and hear about monsters that I had read about in books, and seen in movies. My mind found it difficult to grasp the fact that such terrifying beings did not just exist in fantasy; they were ve
Omerta’s POV Be it werewolves, witches, or wise ones, the Salem trials, or the story of the Pagan Gods, as much as I tried to internalize these things, they all seemed to belong in a fantasy novel, which I am sure would have been a good read, and not in the real world. I had just adjusted to the idea of werewolves as blessed ones, as now there were these wise ones, and then there was one more type of blessed ones. How many supernatural creatures were there? Were all our childhood stories based on some reality? I was truly out of my depth here. "Omerta?" Avo called out to me, gently pulling me back to reality. "Too much?" My clueless expression must have told him how overwhelmed I was. They all waited patiently as I composed myself enough to speak. "Kind of," I said as casually as I could, "but I would rather know it all." I hate being the only clueless person in this house." "These boys have grown up in this world, you cannot compare to them." Avo answered honestly, "And even t
Omerta’s POV I was lying in my bed for hours and hours, waiting for sleep to come. My mind had replayed the day's events, again and again, entangling itself in different pieces of information and questions. Despite all that playing inside my grey matter, there was only one thing that I classified as an immediate action, and that was Lucifer. There was no doubt that we had both moved past skirting around our feelings, at least to ourselves, and in the last few days, Lucifer had been more consistent towards me than his usual hot and cold behavior. We had come a long way, and that should have been enough, but here I was enchanted by that magical word, ‘more’. While my body and senses lulled, the thoughts of what could be swirled in my head, keeping my physically exhausted body from completely slipping into a sweet slumber. It was at that time, when I was somewhere in between consciousness and unconsciousness, that I felt the bed dip. The movement was so slow that at first, I was not
Omerta’s POV "Hold on, Stray, we are just getting started." Lucifer called out to me in that sexy voice, and I almost collapsed on the bed, all thanks to the shattering orgasm coursing through my body. Though somehow I still managed to hold on to the all-fours position despite my unstable equilibrium. The light stinging feeling, from the first time his palm had met my left butt cheek, was still fresh and sizzling, when he went for the second one, landing his palm on my other cheek with full force. However, the second one felt different than the first, despite being similar in terms of their intensity, especially since the high of my pleasure ride had died down by then. When I first experienced the whole spanking business, I was drugged with anticipation; the anticipation of something that would push me over to my release. So, when he spanked me, I did not feel anything else apart from the climax that rang through my body. I did not register the burning pain or the shock, nor did I
Omerta’s POVWith nowhere to hide, I waited for the person behind the door to reveal himself. The taste of uncertainty and fear was fresh on my tongue, as the door moved to disclose the identity of that person.As the man behind the door entered the room, my breath got stuck in my throat, as I came face to face with the man I already knew.What was he doing here?The beautiful face that was covered in pale-paper white skin, and adorned with those red gemstones, sent a shiver through my spine, as that man walked into the room, with his eyes glued to his phone.How could this be? How could he be alive? Did Lucifer not kill him in front of my own eyes?The memory flashed before my eyes, as I mentally saw every detail of how Lucifer drove his hand through that man’s chest, taking out his heart. But then he was not truly a man, so I was not even sure if you could kill a vampire. We had never discussed this, but could he have survived without his heart?No, no, that was just not possible! H