“Dorian…” Jared sighed. He was practically herded out of the apartment after Dorian had managed to open the shackles As the night darkened, Kai had also become subdued. The Alpha King clenched his teeth. It felt humiliating to be standing outside and knocking on someone’s door. He knocked again. “Dorian, just listen to me.”
“Not interested,” came the raspy reply. Jared wanted to kick down the damn door and talk some sense into the brat, but he knew the consequences of angering the feral wolf. He huffed and left. There was no use in persuading someone who was so unwilling to cooperate.
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Dorian waited for the Rolls Royce to leave. He let out a shuddering breath. It was difficult to restrain Kai when people made such atrocious requests. He scoffed at Jared’s audacity. How could he ask him to just find someo
Do you feel bad for Jared? Or do you feel sorry for Dorian?
When she entered the office, Mr. King had already arrived. She paused at the doorway, her mouth agape. The man whom she had never seen anything but dressed to his nines, looking perfect at all times, now had a haggard look on his face.“Good morning, sir,” she mumbled a greeting and hoped that she was successful in concealing her concern. Her eyes subtly skimmed over his face when he looked at her. Tired eyes blinked back before his gaze returned to the file that he was flipping through. Her gaze then flickered to the already steaming mug of coffee on the table. She felt a pang of disappointment in her chest. Summe bit her lip and trudged towards her cabin. She sneaked another glance before entering her work haven.On the one hand, she was thankful for the lack of queries thrown her way, but on the other hand, she was disappointed by the lack of response from his side altogether. She let out an inaudible sigh and switched on the computer. She cl
The man stood up abruptly, his eyes not moving from her and she instantly regretted her decision to intrude. However, the strange did not exude any negative vibe and strangely she did not feel threatened by his outright gaping and shocked expression. She clutched on the doorknob tightly and suddenly stumbled when Mr. King abruptly opened the door ajar. His eyebrows were connected in an angry curve. “What is it?” he grumbled. Summer tore her gaze away from the man who was still staring at her, mouth agape, his form absolutely still. “I...I needed my phone,” she replied weakly. Her boss no doubt saw through that lame excuse, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly. He glanced over his shoulder before saying, “Get it and get out.” She was more than relieved to be let off the hook and was about to dash towards her office when the stranger said, “Wait.” Su
Dorian’s face ashened as realisation hit him like an avalanche. At the back of his mind, he had realised what she might be, and maybe even Kai had figured it out, but he had chosen to deny the truth. His father’s body lying in the pool of blood flashed across his mind and he hurriedly blinked as if to dismiss them, as if an image so traumatising and permanent would vanish.“How...how did you know?” he asked, sounding a little dazed.Vulcan’s smile became rueful. “She looks a lot like Ophelia, almost like her if I daresay. I was almost stunned and for a moment I thought that I was looking at her, that she had come back.” His voice sounded distant, and Dorian had to look away. He felt uneasy when the Fae king looked so...vulnerable.“We all know what ha
Dorian narrowed his eyes. This part was tricky. Going by her past trauma, he could now understand even if slightly, the reason behind her being wary towards others, especially men. Her gaze was wide and hopeful as if he held the answers to all her questions. Dorian wanted to curse himself for bringing this predicament on himself. How could he suddenly say that she was not who she thought she was? How could he just disclose that in this world, apart from humans, supernaturals also existed? “Sir?” He was brought out of his train of thoughts by her. She kept looking at him expectantly. He cleared his throat. “Well, what are the things that you experience?” He knew he was buying time like this, but he needed to break the truth to her gently or as logically as possible. It’s not like he has never heard of people, who thought of themselves as humans and later got to know they weren’t, but he was never the
Summer was torn between the urge to run from there and pretend that she hasn’t heard a thing and walk into the room and confront them, and demand answers from them. Her legs feel heavy, she wants to move but she can’t. What did she hear just now? That she is not human? “A monster! She is a monster!” Mrs. white’s screams echo in her mind. Before she knows, she is walking into the living room and facing twin shocked faces. “Summer?” She hears Barbara call her cautiously. “What am I?” she asks, the desperation and fury leaking into her tone. Liam and Barbara exchanged worried glances, a silent message is conveyed between them while Summer stares at them, expectantly, tiredly. “Sit,” the older woman finally says. Summer plops on the couch, her legs giving away. She won’t be surprised by anything any
Barbara inhaled sharply when she suddenly noticed the black mark on Summer’s left wrist. “Liam,” she whispers in horror, as the man lays the unconscious girl on the bed. He turns to look at his wife before following her concerned filled gaze with his perplexed ones. His eyes widen when he finally sees the mark. “This is-” ‘Did she already meet her mate?’ he wonders, pursing his lips. “Rejection mark,” Barbara whispers brokenly, her gaze filled with sadness as she looks at Summer. “Who could it be?” Liam asked, his voice laced with suppressed anger. His wife placed a soothing hand on his shoulder. “Let’s discuss this somewhere else.” Her gaze darted towards Summer. Liam nodded tightly. Once they had returned to the living room, Barbara let out a shuddering breath. “What will we do now?” she asked
Summer couldn’t breathe. Even Mr. King had stilled, and that inaction spoke volumes. Her heart started pounding and dread settled in her gut.“What does this mark mean?” Her voice quivered as slowly the bits and pieces, Barbara’s sudden query, and her boss’ impulsive actions started to fall in place. The picture was still a little blurry though, but not for long. “Mr. King….what does this mark mean?” She never knew that her voice could be so assertive, but when a person is pushed and pushed until their back hits the wall, even a mild-mannered creature will become ferocious. He doesn’t meet her eye when he mutters, “Rejection mark.” This draws another sharp inhale from Summer. Her limbs felt weak, but she did not let herself falter, not in front of him. “Rejection mark...means we -we are mates?” She knew the answer to t
Dorian woke up gasping for breath. He clutched his abdomen on instinct before his pounding heart calmed down and he grounded back to reality. ‘Fuck,’ he cursed in his mind. He didn’t have this nightmare for a long time. His cotton grey t-shirt clung to his torso, drenched with sweat.He padded out of his room and to the gym. Time slipped away with each punch, his mind going blissfully blank. It wasn’t until his feet faltered, his knuckles wrap, blushed red and his vision turned slightly blurry that he stopped. When he emerged from the gym, he realised that it was early morning, he discarded the bloodied wraps in the bin and took out a bottle of water. Chugging down half of it, he inspected the wounds nonchalantly, they were already healing. He stared at the roughened patch of skin for a moment or until his doorbell rang.His