“You know her,” said Eros, his eyes narrowing. Despite everything else, he was still a person I’d grown up with. He could tell from the expression on my face.
I had to be careful in answering his question. “Witches have a tight relationship. We know each other, and we take care of each other. Blair was an Easterner so of course, I know her.”
Eros seemed to buy my reasoning as the frown lines on his forehead slowly smoothened out. “She must have known that I was coming. I did a stakeout in that club for ten hours straight and it’s all for nothing. Fucking witch didn’t show up.” He shook his head, scratching the back of his head out of frustration. He moved to the sofa, no longer blocking my way, then sat there. His head was bent between his knees while both of his hands were resting on the back of his neck.
Are you happy or sad that Alana is dead?
Fair Warning: This chapter contains sexual and mature scenes that might not be suitable for some audiences, especially those below the age of 16. But since you choose to read this story despite the 18+ warning, well, enjoy what you signed up for. °°°°°°° I’d soon found out from Eros later that night that not long after my departure two years ago, my dad had moved to the South and rejoined the Erebus pack. I’d long figured that once the Erebus, especially Alpha Leonidas learned that my dad hadn’t actually killed my mother, he would be reinstated back to his Beta position. But this also meant that Eros’s dad was no longer the Beta. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. Eros had told me that he didn’t care but I could tell from the way he’d shrugged his shoulder that he actually did. So much had changed over the course of two year
Fair Warning: This chapter contains sexual and mature scenes that might not be suitable for some audiences, especially those below the age of 16. But since you choose to read this story despite the 18+ warning, well, enjoy what you signed up for. °°°°°°° The next morning I woke up feeling confused as hell. I had no idea whether what had happened last night was real or not. As soon as my eyes were wide awake, I jumped off my bed, put on my bathrobe, and walked toward the bathroom across the hall. I turned the knob and swung the door open only to pull it close again upon the sight of a very, naked male human body. “Xy?” I heard Eros’s voice calling my name from the other side of the door. “Shite!” I cursed under my breath before taking a deep breath and trying to regain my com
It was no surprise that I woke up with a banging headache and a drained body. For a few addled seconds, I had no idea what had happened or where I was but as soon as the drowsiness wore off, my mind started to recall what had happened on the street. Ignoring the fact that my whole energy was down to near zero, I forced myself to sit upright. There was no time to rest now especially when I found myself being in a strange, unknown place. My surroundings were more beautiful than I’d expected. From a little perk from Tiffany’s mind, Ryker was supposed to live in a small, uncomfortable motel room. This was more like a studio if anything. The bed was humongous, and the dresser and the nightstands were made of expensive oak wood. All of the things and furniture inside this room smelled of money. On one side of the room, there were bookshelves built into the walls. They were filled with books.
Fair Warning: This chapter contains sexual and mature scenes that might not be suitable for some audiences, especially those below the age of 16. But since you choose to read this story despite the 18+ warning, well, enjoy what you signed up for. °°°°°°° This felt like déjà vu. I woke up again with the same banging headache that I’d been having for the last god knows how many hours. Except for this time, the spot between my neck and shoulder was throbbing quite painfully. This was the only distinctive point compared to my previous experience of being a blood bag. I moved my hands, trying to get a grasp of where I was while gathering enough energy to open my eyes. The second my hand made contact with warm skin, my eyes fluttered open. I turned to my right and found Ryker laying there, sleeping. His eyes were closed and he had o
Fair Warning: This chapter contains sexual and mature scenes that might not be suitable for some audiences, especially those below the age of 16. But since you choose to read this story despite the 18+ warning, well, enjoy what you signed up for. °°°°°°° Xyrra’s POV There was barely any space left between our faces. His eyes were staring into me deeply but not in a way that would make butterflies flutter in my belly, it brought terror to the pit of my stomach. At this moment, I was as sure as the sky above that my fate was sealed, that today would be the last day I lived on this earth. A lot of things clouded my mind all at once. I hadn’t had a chance to express my condolences to Miles. I hadn’t told Dmitry how much his support meant to me. I hadn’t thanked Trish and Davina for being great friends a girl could ask for. And Eros. My heart hitched as I tho
Xyrra’s POV Time passed and in all honesty, it almost felt like I was living in a dream. Ryker and I stayed in that flat which turned out to be some sort of his bachelor pad after he’d moved out of his parent’s place. This was where he’d stayed during his university days. It turned out that the motel where Tiffany had seen him a few days ago had been one of his victims, not his. We’d stayed there as if it was our honeymoon. He wasn’t always gentle, that was for sure, but he was, well, something else. After two years of being apart from him, my heart sort of settled for a lower standard. The fear was still there, the terror appeared once in a while, but most of the time, they were drowned by this bubbly and relief feeling of knowing that he was still alive and that I got to spend another day with him. As I said, it was a dream, and how I loved that dream. But just li
The next day, it was back to sex and violence or a combination of both. It was almost as if the bloodlust roared along with the sexual current between us before it finally pulled him down into a spiral of starvation. Hunger ripped through his civilized nature, shredding everything gentle and kind about him. All of that tenderness was gone and before I could stop him, he already bared his canines, flipped me over onto my back, and went straight ahead at my neck. Although unlike before, I noticed that he didn’t drink as much, or perhaps the fact that I’d shielded my mind from him caused him to be more cautious. I wasn’t sure what it was and Ryker was hard to read. There was a degree of coldness that made it truly impossible to know what was on his mind. I let my head fall back and try to remember how to breathe. I felt dizzy, my heart was thundering so loud that all I could hear was each thump poundin
“Hey, hey, hey, you’re alright,” I tried calming him down. I ran my hand up and down his back. He held my hand tightly as he continued to sob as if he’d lost his soul. And perhaps he’d had. “You’re going to be alright.” “I won’t,” he replied at last. “I’ve done too much harm. I’ve killed too many people.” He briefly looked up at me before dropping his gaze back to the floor. “I’ve hurt you as well. Seriously, Xy, I don’t deserve to live.” “Yes, you do,” I said with enough penetration in my voice so that he could get my point. “You’re here now and you’re going to be alright. You can still do some good.” “But I remember those people,” he said through his sobs. I’d never seen him cry like this and it broke my heart. “I remember their screams. I remember the terror in their eyes, their pleads, beggi