ZaneThis was the furthest she had made it. But I don’t think she even knew how far she had travelled. A few more metres and she would have crossed the boundary line.I had been alerted to a fight that had gotten out of control. I don’t know why, but I honestly thought we had a bit of a break through, that she wouldn’t run, until Mila linked me.And now, with my hand latched around her throat, she stares back at me with wide caramel eyes. The reality of my words hitting her like a wave. Her heart is erratic, her chest hikes up and down as her own thoughts run a million miles.She was so damn beautiful even as the exterior cracked.“Why?” She whispers croakily.“Has it not sunk in yet, little wolf? I want you to myself. I don’t want another man touching you. If they do, I will cut their hands off myself.”Her chest hitches up at my words and I use the moment to press myself up against her as I release my hand from her neck and rest them on the swell of her hips.The clothes are plaster
Willow“What’s that?!” He rips my hand forward to inspect it before I even have a chance to process it.I cough again and more droplets of blood appear on my other hand. The taste of copper lingers on my tongue. Was I dying?My lower back still aches from where I landed on the sharp rock, but I was accustomed to bruising. It was just another day in my life. But I had never coughed up blood before.Concern is written on his face. He doesn’t even try to hide his emotions as he hauls me off the chair and into his arms.I cough again, only this time, I feel the dribble of blood that makes its way out of the corner of my mouth and down over my chin.If I’m dying, at least I get to look at someone handsome instead of the people keeping me held for the auction. Silver lining and all that.My lungs burn as he races me through the house and out into the cold air. My body shivers, but I don’t think it's from the cold.Zane puts me in the back of the car, cursing about something. But I can’t hea
WillowI’m grateful that I’ve hidden my face. I feel my cheeks burn and I’m pretty sure that they are the colour of a tomato. Something about his words stirred deep inside of me. I had seen other girls and their new ‘owners’. They were treated like shit before they had even left the auction house, but Zane, the most he had done was a few threats and he had saved me, more than once.I frown as I keep my face hidden. No man had made me question my feelings until him and he did it at every damn turn.“Can I trust that you are not going to leave the room?” “I can hardly walk.”“That’s not what I asked.” He walks around the bed to face me and I still have most of my face covered except my eyes.“I will stay…for now. I’m tired anyway.” Every inch of me hurts. The doctor said it will take a while to recover because of the inability to heal like a normal wolf.“Good girl.”It was dark when I woke. I could smell his oak and maple scent as he moved around in the darkness but it was tainted wi
ZaneHer caramel eyes stare into her pancakes. She was yet to take a bite when ‘Thank you.’ falls from her pink lips.Somehow those two words were not what I thought she would say. I was expecting resistance and annoyance that she hadn’t had the chance to kill them herself.“You may think that I’m an asshole, little wolf, but I will do whatever I need to do to protect you. Now eat.”She heads back upstairs after breakfast. Telling me that she wants to draw. Again, not what I was expecting. And now more than ever, she seems unpredictable.‘Where are you?” I link Stevens‘Overseeing training that’s about to start.’Before leaving the house, I place a guard on the door of our bedroom, just as a precaution. She still hadn’t fully recovered but that didn’t mean anything. She ran when she had torn up feet.“You good?” Stevens asks as I approach him. I nod looking out at the teenagers being put through their paces.“She can scent me.”“We can all scent you, Zane. You are the Alpha. You stin
WillowThe reflection in the window lets me see him roll his eyes. He presses his lips together and shoves his hands in his pockets, deep in thought.As I start to draw, he quietly asks me a question“What do you know of mates, little wolf?” “That it’s a load of bullshit. Something designed years ago by some Moon Goddess as a way to keep blood lines going. That’s what my father told me.”“And?”I sigh, pivoting the chair back around to face him. Barely tolerating the pain that spasms down my back.“Because the wolf population exploded, it became impossible to pair people…up.” Was this seriously going the way it sounded? It couldn’t be possible, it just couldn’t. Surely I would know?“Anything else?”I shake my head. Not wanting him to carry on with this conversation. If it’s true, I will never get to leave this place.“Rumour has it that it is still possible. Very rare, but possible. Only by chance do wolves actually get to meet their mates, it can happen. When you were in the hospit
WillowMy stomach is in knots as he leaves. ‘Now and forever.’ It’s so permanent.I had always been made to believe that the idea of mates is just a fantasy story from long ago. My father always said it was to give hope to little girls that Mr Right would be out there somewhere. Their prince charming.I had asked him what would happen if he found his mate. Would he leave us for her?He told me ‘No, I don’t need anyone else.’ But ultimately, as I grew older, I learned that his words didn’t mean much. He only truly cared about himself.My shoulders drop and I find myself staring at the closed door, playing with my swollen lip. Could it really be true? Is Zane my mate?I could smell him, but I had no pull to him. I didn’t find myself longing for him. But he did make me feel safe. Any time he held me, it felt like the world had fallen away and it was just us. No man had ever made me feel like that.Being a halfbreed really did suck sometimes.Through the window, I spot him moving across t
Willow“Don’t be stupid. I can't heal.”“Get up.” He climbs off of me and holds a hand out expectantly. Clutching the sports bra to my chest. I stand up. There was no dull ache or random spasms rippling down my spine.I move to the mirror, trying to see the wound on my back, but there is nothing. Reaching around to wipe it, the stuff used for the stitches comes away in my hands.“How?” I look over to his dark eyes observing me. “How?”“It’s suggested that mates have the ability to help each other heal.”I snort. “If that’s the case, why haven’t I healed until now?”His brows knit together. “My guess is, it’s because you now believe what I’m telling you, little wolf. Your feelings for me are changing and you are starting to accept that we are connected.”“Right.” I move into the closet and grab the nearest top to pull on. A black shirt that swamped my body and smelled like him. Oak and Maple. Everyone had a scent but his was different. A scent that brought me the same amount of comfort
ZaneI wanted to fuck her so bad. My cock had been throbbing inside my jeans to the point it was painful. Every gasp, groan and moan of my name had me desperate to fuck her, but there would be time for that and I will see my cock buried inside of her every fucking night when I claim her.“You might want to change your underwear and jeans.” I tell her. “I don’t want any of my men being turned on by the scent of what’s mine.”She still hadn’t moved from the wall when I returned from the bathroom. Her jeans still undone.Her eyes follow me around the room. Almost burning into my skull. I couldn’t help the smug smile. Grabbing my watch, I turn to look at her. She had slid down the wall and was sitting on the floor, her legs folded up in front of her. I knew I hadn’t hurt her, yet her reaction is not something I expected. I should know by now that she didn’t ever react how I expected her to.I knew she wasn’t a virgin. And even if she was, I had only finger fucked her.Squatting down in f