Ivy“Why does she need to move to my room?” Asher demanded, looking appalled at the idea. I was sure my expression exactly mirrored his.“What is that supposed to mean?” Cora narrowed her eyes at him. “You two are getting married soon. Where else would she stay? This is the time for you to get used to each other, know each other better. Unless it is not what it is…” She threw Asher a knowing look, as if she knew we were up to something.“I believe Ivy would prefer her privacy, won’t you, sweetheart?” He nudged me lightly, and I nodded like a robot.“Yeah…yeah…I mean, you guys know us. It would be a mess if we had to live together,” I mumbled, realizing what a lame excuse that was.“Isn’t that exactly why you two should? So you two can warm up to each other?” Logan raised a brow, appearing from nowhere. He narrowed his eyes at his brother, who shot him a scowl.“Yeah but…”“I think you two need to do a lot of work before getting married. This should be a good way to go,” Logan said. “Pl
It was bigger than the training ground at my pack, I realized as my eye scanned what seemed like a very comfortable living space. There were black leather couches, a sleek bar in the corner, a fancy fireplace over which hung a larger than life flatscreen. On either side were shelves holding many photo frames and there were some on the walls too. Happy memories.“What?” Asher frowned, turning around.“This is your room?”“Yes, ma’am. Are you going to judge me on that as well?”“I didn’t say I was judging,”“Your face isn’t that hard to read,” I scowled and so did he and eternity may have passed before he finally sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.“Not today, please,” Asher grimaced. “You got a hell lot of time to hate me and judge me. Just spare me one day, my head hurts.”“You want me to leave?” I demanded.“I can’t come up with more excuses, so…”“I can,”“Never mind. If it’s not today, then in a few days. It is what it is now,” he said. “Let me show you around.” I grit my
Ivy“You will let me meet with my father?” I whispered.“Well, of course,” he said. “Wait outside the GrayCrest boundary at midnight and my men will pick you up.”“And why should I trust you?” I demanded. “How do I know it’s not some kind of trap?”“Trap the woman I need to get what I want? Please, I am not an idiot. It’s just a little wedding gift from me. If you want to meet your father, be there. Or don’t.”Before I could say anything more, he cut the call. This could be a trap. If Killian was keeping tabs on me, if there were others working for him and if that voice in my head wasn’t me hallucinating but Killian pulling some sick trick, then I would b
Ivy“Daddy!” I cried out, rushing straight into his arms as I struggled to control the tears.“Ivy,” he wrapped his arms around me while I basked in the warmth of it, the safety that came with the feeling of being in his arms. “You really are here. I thought he was just playing.”“No, I am here. Really here,” I smiled, peeking up at him though not daring to leave the safety of his arms.It was good to hear the subtle hints of the alpha he was in his voice, even if he looked anything but. I cannot even imagine his pain. Losing his mate, his son and his pack all in the blink of an eye only to be locked up in this dark, tiny cell, not knowing a way out. I think the pain o
“You know the answer, don’t you?” dad said softly, taking my hand in his. “You cannot do this, Ivy. Not anymore. Not now that you are about to become the Luna of the pack. The price you would need to pay isn’t worth it.”“You are priceless to me,” I mumbled. “There is no one that can replace the pain I would feel if I lost you.” “No, you are wrong. There will be no one who could take away the pain you will feel if you lost him, Ivyanka. Trust me on that. Not me, not anyone in this world could help you. Maybe you save me and we start a new life, but the price of that life will be the one you will pay for as
IvyI think I was going to be sick. My stomach churned as I stared at the helpless, innocent eyes that stared back at me, begging me. Tears spilled down my eyes as I flopped down by the door of the cell.“Alpha…” someone whispered before they all bowed their heads in unison and greeted me. The same way they greeted my father, would have greeted my brother. They looked battered and weak and helpless except for that tiny sparkle of hope in their eyes on seeing me. Because they were my people.My pack.“Seems like you like my little surprise, don’t you, little Alpha?” Killian smirked, which widened as I glared at him through my tears.“I am going to kill you,” I hissed.“Hey, that’s unfair. I thought you would finally give me some credit!” he said, shaking his head. “See? I didn’t destroy your entire pack. I left the women and children alone. Shouldn’t you be thanking me that there’s something still left of Mystic
Ivy“No!” a woman screamed from the inside of the cell. I knew her. She was an Omega in the pack. Without any hint of hesitation on his face, Alejandro placed the knife on the child's neck and I watched as he dug the pointed end into his flesh.“Wolfsbane,” Killian stated as-a-matter-of factly as the little boy screamed out in pain. “It will kill him slowly and painfully,” I watched, my stomach recoiling as Alejandro dragged the knife a little further, making him scream out so loud that I knew this was going to haunt me for ages.“Stop!” I shouted. “Stop it!!”“No, don’t feel like it…”“I will do it! I will do whatever you want! Just stop…please stop! I beg you, please…” Killian glanced at me and then at Alejandro and nodded. He let go of the child who sagged down on the floor, still crying. I rushed over to him and pulled him into my chest, holding him tightly to me.“The wolfsbane will spread and poison him!”
AsherI watched Ivy storm out of the bedroom and scowled. Lately, I was having a very hard time recognizing myself and the way I was behaving with her. And it wasn’t about sharing my space. I was not some stupid baby boy who hated sharing toys. No, it was something else. It was the thought of sharing the space with her. I lose control around Ivy. The way she makes me feel just by existing, just by breathing, scares the living daylights out of me.I wanted her.There, that was my confession. I wanted her like I have never wanted another woman and like I would never want anyone again. But I wasn't sure what this want was. Lust? The bond’s influence? Or more? I couldn't understand my feelings for her, and without being completely sure, I couldn't let her in. She deserved better, especially since I'm all she has now. I wasn't perfect, but I believed in being there a hundred percent for someone or not at all. No in-betw