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SKYLA. A game? He’s so close, his thundering heart and those brilliant blue eyes are too much. All I can see is him, his scent wreaking havoc with my mind and I suddenly feel as if there is no air and I’m drowning in his rage. I let out a shaky breath, trying to control my emotions. I exhale, and I’m surprised to see the puff of visible air. It’s so cold in here? Is a window open? “He told you.” I state quietly, looking into his eyes. I don’t even know how to feel about that… Why would Aleric do that? He almost smirks, his cold eyes boring into mine. “Of course he did,” he scoffs. “Why not gloat right?” “That wasn’t-” “Whatever it was. The thing is, Skyla… don’t mess me about. You thought since you couldn’t have one brother, why not just have the other? Correct?” I stay quiet, his words hitting a nerve. He sees right through me. “You know what? You and Aleric seem to be the perfect match… carry on, I wish you both all the best, because this Arden is not going to be added
KIARA. My lips quiver as Alejandro pulls me into his arms. His intoxicating scent and his warmth are the greatest comfort for me, but it doesn’t take away the pain that has settled into my heart. When your child is suffering… ‘We’re here for her.’ He says through the link. I’ve failed as a mother. I’m trying not to let my pain show as I gaze at the door to her bedroom. My Angel… The smell of breakfast that I’m almost done cooking fills the cottage, and despite the pleasant warmth of the morning ray of sunshine that makes the small hallway glow, I’m struggling to remain strong. Last night replays in my mind and I close my eyes, taking a choked breath. It’s hard… (FLASHBACK – LAST NIGHT) “Hello?” I answer Alejandro’s incoming call, licking my finger clean of the brownie batter. It’s extremely late. He must have just finished off with work. Kataleya had sent pictures of their meal earlier. I’m glad they had some time together. “You need to get to Sky’s cottage as soon as you can
SKYLA. I had grabbed a baggy cream knit top and pulled it over my crop top, pushing it back from my shoulders so it would cover my ass up, until Dad drops me at school, anyway. I’m sitting in the car, with my earPods in and tapping my foot to the beat of the music. “Can we try to talk about this?” He says, looking over at me. “No,” I say, glancing at him but refusing to switch my music off. He sighs, frowning as he stares out ahead at the winding road. “You know we’re worried about you Sky. That’s why we’re here, to help you and fucking be there for you. It’s fine to struggle, it’s fine not to be fucking in control. It’s fine to let others see that.” No, it’s not and I’m dealing... somewhat. Mama had healed me, the pain of the poisons and the bite were gone, and I feel alive. Not sure if that’s a good thing, considering I might lose control faster. “Fucking talk to me Sky.” “You know what the problem is?” I say, taking my pods out and looking at Dad pointedly. “I’m all fucking
SKYLA. The morning has passed by damn slowly. I’ve been itching to get my hands on Aleric, and my anger has begun bubbling again. Royce’s words from last night are replaying again and again and it’s only getting to me. I don’t even know how I’m going to face him later for training… I might bail for today. I don’t think I can handle being in his proximity… I zoomed through the first three lessons without even bothering to play up or waste time. Lost in thought as I get the work done with ease. The quicker I’m done, the better. The moment the bell rings, I grab my books, and my tote bag that Malevolent has been curled in all day and rush from the room before anyone else even rises from their seat. Now to find that dick. “Skyla!” I stop mid-step, spotting none other than Ahren, my nephew? I pause for a moment, second-guessing that. I swear this family is so damn big and tied from every damn angle that I forgot who is banging who and who created what demon’s spawn. But he’s defini
SKYLA. “I am trying to understand your behaviour, Miss Rossi! But I can’t excuse the abuse of a teacher on my Academy grounds!” Bla bla bla… I admire my nails nonchalantly as I sit on the chair in his office. He stands there behind his desk, hands braced on it, blowing steam from his ears and mouth. Is he a dragon or something? I swear he needs to calm the hell down, it's not that big of a deal. Well, ok maybe hitting a teacher is… I'm giving Aleric ten minutes to get his ass here otherwise I'm throwing him under. My foot is tapping the floor impatiently as River’s anger continues to rise. He looks damn weird, with his face now an interesting shade of purple. I chew the gum I had popped into my mouth minutes before he had found me in the halls and although I know he hates gum at school I still chew away and blow a bubble without a care. "SKYLA SILARA ROSSI!" He shrieks, sounding liking a fucking strangled chicken and I can't help but smirk. We both stare at one another an
ROYCE. I really have no way to explain what I feel when she turns and saunters out of the cafeteria as if she owns the entire place. If I try to put it into one sentence, it would be; She looks fucking mind-blowingly sexy and smoking hot. Her long killer legs move confidently, her hips naturally swaying as she walks, and her breasts bounce as does her hair. There’s a fire in her eyes that makes my throat go dry. She’s not seen me but she’s angry and she doesn’t give a shit about the consequences. Call me insane, but I actually admire that. She’s able to be herself without even considering the repercussions of her actions. She spots me, and her heart skips a beat. Her eyes meet mine for a second, before she turns those bottle-green eyes away and brushes past me, leaving me with a hint of her scent… That fleeting remnant doesn’t do justice. There’s something about the wild princess that gets to me every damn time, and I’m not the only one left speechless in her wake. I hate that a
SKYLA. I gasp when I see the silvery light that shimmers around his hand before ice encases the ground, spreading as it creates unique patterns. I can feel the cold in the air. My heart thunders as I stare at it before my gaze flicks up to him. He’s unmoving, yet the power that exudes from him… I can’t help but bite my lip. His ash blond hair seems to be holding a radiance, his angled jaw and the dimple in his cheek is emphasised. For a moment, time stands still and all I can see is the God before me… He looks… breathtaking. An Ice God… How can one look so damn beautiful? The cold makes me shiver and I’m pulled back to the present as I lift my legs from the ground. Whoa… Fuck it’s freezing! That’s some crazy Elsa shit. “Wait, are you somehow a witch? I mean, is that even possible I swear your cock didn’t feel like-” I internally smack myself. “Really?” He cocks a brow and gives me a pointed look. “No, this isn’t witchcraft, but an ability that is part of our heritage.” Herit
SKYLA. I can’t get my head around it. He thought I was the one attacking and killing people? Like actually fucking seriously? No wonder he’s always been observing my eyes whenever they changed. Plum… just like the death noodles. That day when he had said, out in the woods, I had turned and just left. Although he had tried to call out to me, I refused to listen… (FLASHBACK) “I didn’t mean it like that. I’m sorry.” Royce says, closing his eyes for a moment as he exhales. Sorry? “Sorry doesn’t cover you thinking I’m a killer, yes I can’t control my Lycan, but I’m no killer. I…” I trail off, feeling as if I’ve been punched in the gut. I have almost killed someone… If Kat didn’t stop me… I can’t blame him for thinking that… “I’m just in a habit of over analysing everything and I’m not saying you but your-” “My Lycan is a part of me.” I cut in, “Look, I’m fine, I’m tired and without clothes, I don’t really want to head back to school, I’m going home.” I don’t wait for an answe