---Warrick---
Pain rips through me like I have never felt before. What the fuck is this? I grab my chest and drop to my knees and lay with my head on the hardwood floor. Fuck! I have never felt pain like this. I stumble into the bathroom and barely make it to the toilet before I throw up. This is bad. Hardly anything makes a werewolf throw up. I try to breathe through the pain, but it intensifies tenfold and grips me like a vice. Finally, it’s too much and darkness envelopes me.
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I wake up the next morning still on the bathroom floor. I wreak of throw up, so I step in the shower and get ready for t
Are you Team Warrick or Team Greg? I go back and forth. Is it normal for the author to be so conflicted over her characters? Any who, hope you are enjoying this book so far. Have a beautiful day! Vivi xoxo
---Greg--- It’s been three days since I made love to Divina for the first time, and she is all I can think about. Not a whole lot has changed in our relationship other than instead of stealing kisses from her cheeks, I have started stealing them from her gorgeous, plump lips and I don’t hold back so much anymore. We are walking along the lake with our fingers intertwined. She is very quiet, and her brows are drawn together. “Are you going to tell me what’s bothering you or am I going to have to drag it out of you?” I ask her. She looks at me with sad eyes and gives me a soft smile before she stares off into the woods. I don’t think she is going to answer me, but her soft voice reaches my ears after a few moments. “I need you to promise me something, Greg.”
---Divina--- “No, huh uh. Not doing that,” Greg says backing up with his hands up, palms facing us. I can’t help but be amused. For him to be such a brave warrior, he really is a big baby. My dad narrows his eyes at him and doesn’t say a word. Just stares. I used to hate it when he would do that to me when I was acting out or doing something he didn’t approve of. I would get my butt in line under the weight of his glare. Greg’s shoulders slump in defeat and says, “You better not drop me, damn it!” My dad and two other men, Mathias and Caleb, will trade off carrying Greg in a tandem sling for our journey home. These men have known my dad for a long time and have even met my mom. We opted not to have me teleport since we don’t know the distance I can travel, or the side effects it could cause me just yet
---Warrick--- I hear a commotion in the hallways outside of my apartment and stick my head out to see what is going on. Gloria has her back to me and is talking into her phone so fast I can’t quite understand her. “Brandon! We have to go now!” she yells and turns around. When she sees me, she stops dead in her tracks and drops her phone. “Is everything okay?” I ask her. Her face pales and she nods her head but doesn’t speak. This is odd for Gloria. She is never at a loss for words. Brandon bursts out of their apartment door and runs down the hall to Gloria and picks up her phone. He glances at her and then me when he sees her frozen gaze stuck on me. An emotion crosses his face that I can’t quite make out, but he quickly masks it and clears his throat. “Gloria, baby, we need to move.” he says quietly. D
---Divina--- “Hold up. Why are you asking me this? Did Warrick not tell you what happened?” I asked. “He did. He even had the Council come and investigate his father, but they never found anything,” she said. “He never told us that he rejected you, though,” Brandon spoke up quietly. I was shocked when I looked over at him. He was seething. “Brandon, are you okay?” I ask. “No. His rejecting you could have killed you. Your death could have been on his hands and not his fathers. He should have fought harder for you. I could never let Gloria go so easily.” he said. I look over at Gloria and give her a look that says, “See! Even Brandon agrees with me!”
Before I can react, Kai’s canines leave my neck, and he whispers so quietly that I wasn’t even sure I heard him. “Not now, but someday.” He grazes his nose against my collarbone causing goose bumps to erupt across my arms. “Kai?” I question him. He pulls back and looks at me with a breathtaking smile and kisses me gently. “Sorry, I got a little carried away. It won’t happen again,” he says. “What if I ask you to?” I ask. He groans and presses his hips against my core. “Don’t.” he says firmly. “Please.” I beg. “No.” “Fine!” I huff and turn my face to the side so he can’t see how hurt I am. He gently pulls my face around so he can see my eyes and my face reddens in embarrassment. He looks back and forth between my eyes and an emotion I don’t understand flashes there before his lips are on mine again. Thi
---Warrick--- It’s summer. Everything is green and smells of grass. The sky is bright blue, and the sun is harsh overhead. It must be early afternoon. Two pups barrel out of the pack house, their laughter carrying across the lawn to my ears. I am shocked when I notice the boy looks just like me, but his eyes are Divina’s bright blue, and the little girl’s pig tails are a light blonde. When she turns to me, I stagger back. What the hell is going on? She looks just like Divina. Same blue eyes, same light hair, same blinding smile. “Thomas! Elise! Did y’all sneak cookies again?” I familiar voice yells and the pups shriek and take off running around the pack house. Their laughter growing faint as they hide from the voice. My vision tunnels as she steps out ont
Thank you to the reader that brought to my attention that they (and most likely other readers) thought that Greg and Divina knew that Warrick felt pain when they were intimate. My intention for this story is that they do not know. Divina is new to the werewolf culture and wouldn't know. Rejecting a mate is very rare, especially rejecting your mate once they are marked. It can easily be assumed that because Warrick severed the bond on his end that he would not react with pain when his ex-mate moved on. Both Greg and Divina are not aware of what they are doing to Warrick. I appreciate the feedback! Vivi xoxo
Mom was devastated when she learned that my dad was immortal and had lived other lives before her. She was especially upset that he had almost a dozen other children he never told us about. I was glad I wasn’t around for that conversation. I know it must have been difficult for him to tell her those things. I took the news much better than she did. The hardest thing for mom to swallow was the fact that she would continue to grow old and die while my dad would never change. I had continued to do research and had two options for themto pick from. He and my mom would have to decide what they wanted to do. Both came with risks, but one was greater than the other. I knock on the door to my parents' bedroom. “Mom. Dad. Can I talk to you?” I ask. Dad opens