Andrei “Fucking shit. It fucking hurts. Hurry up, Misha!” I enter Bash’s house and limp to the living room to find a comfortable chair to sit on. “Oh, child. I thought we were just going to do a tattoo? This wound doesn’t look good.” Following behind me is Alpha Zerdan. He inspects Cillian’s bite and isn’t happy about what he’s staring at. “Remind me, again, why the hell didn’t you call us as soon as you got bitten? Andrei, you’re not immortal. You’re a hybrid, yeah, but you don’t have nine fucking lives. Sure, your bite is lethal, but you can still die. Your dad is going to have my head and Nikolai’s if you get killed from a fucking petty wolf-match!” Misha is livid. I called up my cousins to pick me up from Gisella’s apartment after we got Kayleigh settled in her bedroom. I didn’t want to leave her but Nikolai insisted I seek help for my wounds, especially the big one on my torso. I lingered far too long already and lost too much blood. If Nikolai didn’t threaten to call
Andrei “You know I don’t give away stuff for free.” Bash pulls a stool and parks his ass next to me. “Well, I brought a big pot of Irish stew and fresh baked rolls to share. So there, fair trade.” I tell him, meaning it. “Is that what I smell? Nice. Did you make it?” Bash sniffs the air as he closes his eyes to focus on the stew’s delicious scent. “No. Kayleigh did.” My eyes beam in pride, accompanied with warm feelings, knowing that my soon-to-be chosen mate cooked dinner for me. “So she made Irish stew and you and fucking O’Ryan end up almost killing each other? Is this what your life has been reduced to?” He chuckles under his breath. “Goddess! You’re so mouthy. I took the whole pot with me because she made it for me. It’s mine. And I don’t think any of those assholes deserve to have what she worked hard for in the kitchen.” I catch my breath feeling more energy leave my body. “And we deserve it because…” “We’re kings!!!” Bash, Misha, and I all toast with our im
Kayleigh “Gio, why are you still here? I’m fine now. Thanks for bringing me something to eat. When is Cillian coming back? Will you mind-link him? Did his cuts heal up yet?” I’m getting frustrated that Gio is still in my bedroom after I come out of the bathroom from freshening up.Gio isn’t allowing me to get up and move around. Gisella watched me as I finished my tea and cucumber sandwiches while sitting on my bed. Gio only allowed me to go to the bathroom and get cleaned up when I told him I wanted to get ready for bed. Gio and Gisella have been smothering me since I woke up from what feels like a deep slumber. “On his way.” Gio responds. I was disappointed that Cillian was not around when I woke up. I felt a pinch in my heart when I noticed that Kinsley wasn’t around either. Apparently, they were summoned by their alpha for a quick pack meeting. I remember everything from Cillian and Andrei’s fight earlier. But I wasn’t aware that my wolf almost surfaced. Apparently, my eye
Kayleigh “Kill… Stop. We can’t.” I try to get him off me, for a second time. “Kayles, please. I miss you so much. I’m going to die right now if you don’t let me touch you and taste you.” He pleads and I’m too weak to resist. “I’m serious.” “I’m serious, too, baby. I’m going to die of blue balls and a broken heart if you stop me now. Will you please stop saying that you’re going to have a chosen mate? It feels like a thousand daggers cutting my heart out, over and over, whenever you talk about being with someone else.” “But, Cillian. The problem isn’t just me picking a chosen mate. What about you and Kinsley? The baby? And your pack’s absurd need to please the wolf blood council? Everything is just so complicated.” I try to untangle his coiled arms around me but fail. “Kayleigh, baby. Can you feel this? My heart only says your name. Can you feel this? My cock only comes alive for you. Can we, just this once, let me have you first, then we can talk? Please, baby?” He grab
Kayleigh It’s still night time. The moon hangs in the dark sky, glowing like a silver halo, beaming lasers of moonlight around me, beckoning me to explore this new place. Where am I? I don’t remember leaving the bedroom, let alone walking to this clearing. Am I behind the manor? No, it can’t be. I hear the burbles and trickling sound of a moving water nearby. A river, maybe? “Kayleigh!” My head snaps in attention upon hearing a sound. I thought I heard someone call my name. “Kayleigh!” I’m not imagining things. Someone is calling me. “Who’s there?” Did I open my mouth or project my words? I don’t hear myself talking but I can clearly feel communicating my thoughts. “Kayleigh! Over here!” The voice sounds louder --- but farther. Like an echo. “I’m coming!” I immediately move towards the sound. Taking advantage of the glowing light coming from the heavenly orb, I take big strides to investigate this new surrounding and find out where or who the voice is coming from. Cris
Kayleigh “What the hell are you looking at?” Kinsley takes another bite as she glares at me while leaning on the counter, right next to the dining table. “You. Wondering why you’re eating my ice-cream.” I arch an eyebrow and rest my hand on one side of my waist. “Get a grip. Not everything or everyone is yours.” She continues to dig her spoon in the ice-cream bowl. “Isn’t that the ice-cream that Nikolai brought back for me?” I try to keep my drool inside my mouth. “Fuck, no. The father of my baby got this for me.” She puts the ice-cream bowl on the table and I see that it has bits of nuts and marshmallows. Rocky Road ice-cream. Eww. “Oh.” I make my way to the fridge but stop at Kinsley’s retort. “You know, just because Cillian keeps falling for your traps doesn’t mean that he’s going to fully let go and leave me.” “Listen, Kinsley. I’m sorry. With all the stuff going on, I guess I’m just on edge. I don’t want to keep butting heads with you. I’d like to extend an olive
Andrei I sit right up in a bolt, jolting awake, trying to remember what’s going on around me. The sudden movement made me twist my torso, forgetting that I’m badly wounded. “Ouch! Fuck!” That dickhead really got me good. At least it looks like the cut is finally healing. Zerdan and Misha were getting worried when the blood won’t stop gushing. Zerdan. Tattoo. Did he…? I check my chest and feel for fresh etchings on my skin. I peer down, and even in the dark, my wolf eyes can see the tattoo. The blind wolf mark. It’s right there. The last thing I remember last night was Zerdan reminding me that it will take at least 24 hours for the tattoo to work. Twenty-four hours and I won’t have to worry about random she-wolves claiming to be my fated mate. Relief blooms in me knowing that the issue on having a fated mate will no longer be a problem. With Kayleigh as my chosen mate, I have everything I want and need. She’s everything to me. Now, if she ends up as my fated mate, li
Andrei “Who are you?” I immediately shift into my human form when I see the mesmerizing beauty in front of me. Her light-colored hair tosses with the wind. My fingers itch to touch her tresses and wrap them around my hands so I could guide her face steady and stare at it. Her eyes, reflecting the beam coming from the moon. Hues of violets lock gazes with me. Her presence gives me warmth like I’ve never felt with a stranger before. Odd. I followed the apple scent and now I’m in a stand-off, captivated by the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. Yes, even prettier than my chosen mate. “Does it matter? You know what I am and I know what you are. I never thought I’d see a handsome hybrid up-close and personal. Why’d you shift back? I wanted to see your hybrid wolf more.” Her voice is soft, but cheery. Like how sincerity would sound. She’s wearing a tube top and very short jean shorts while I’m still in my magic-veiled basketball shorts. I know very little about the re