An invisible force compressed her chest, shortening her breath and closing in. The lines of his face morphed, distorting into sharp angles and wider shapes–into a monster. Shutting her eyes, she turned away again and willed the sight to vanish. "It made me stronger–different in a way I would've never deemed possible. And if it enhances a normal shifter, then think how enhancing a rogue's blood could have more benefits. We could eradicate the fear of rogues and even their existence! Do you understand how amazing this could be?" he explained, bringing his hands up to cup her face. She could feel her body crumbling within itself as she shook her head in disbelief; he was deranged. She had to get out of here before he made any rash decisions. "I do understand, but this is... it's too much," she began, forcing herself to tear up. "Oh, shh..." he soothed, rubbing the back of her neck. "I knew this was a lot to handle. We'll have more time to talk about this over dinner." A spike in her
They pulled apart and he pecked her lips again with a contented sigh, "Forgive me, I'd been holding myself back the whole day, but temptation won out." "I un–understand. Th–that's ok," she stuttered as real tears waited to emerge. "Until next time. I'm sure you'll make the right choice." "Me too." Outside the car, her nails dug into her palms in a painful pinch, and she waved goodbye–watching until his car rounded the corner before going inside. Putting on the fakest smile she could manage, she approached the counter and greeted Lilla. "Oh, you're back! Did you have a nice time?" "Yeah, it was great hanging out with Matteo. Unfortunately, something I ate did not agree with me, so we left a little earlier." "That sucks. Are you going home now?" "Yes, I'm sorry to spring this on you." "Girl, it is not a problem. Rest up and I'll talk to you tomorrow." Enora gave her a genuine smile this time, "Thanks. You're the best Lilla." With stiff movements, she made her way to Gil's car
With an unreadable expression, he stared at her intently, placing a hand to her forehead as he spoke, "Are you running some kind of fever? Because you can't be serious." "Huh? Why not? Hear me out Vic, please," she begged, hands shyly tugging on his tie. "Fine, why are you thinking about this all of a sudden?" "I wouldn't say it's sudden, we've talked about this before, and I never said I didn't want to–rather, it was a conflicting decision. But now I'm sure because of Bianchi." Anger crossed over his face, puffing up as he answered, "Don't tell me this is for that b*stard because I–" With a quick kiss, she interrupted his heated words and nudged him to sit back, arranging herself onto his lap to wrap the comforter around them both. Habitually, they pressed their foreheads together and she massaged his shoulders. "Qin'ai de, let me finish. This is not for Bianchi, he only made me realize why I should. He sort of has an upper hand here, and although I have the utmost faith in you,
The next day was as Victor had warned: tender and unfamiliar. Moving her body proved to be a mistake, as it was weighed down by soreness and a hyper awareness of the numbing sensation from the mark. Along with other little things, like knowing that Victor was in the bathroom before she had even fully woken up, and seeing everything with a new sharpness, it was throwing her for a loop. "This is super weird," she uttered aloud, placing her hand on her neck. "That's normal to feel for the next few days," Victor said, sitting beside her. "Are you uncomfortable? What can I do?" "It's uh, I'm not sure how to describe it. And I don't need anything right now, thanks. How are you feeling?" The genuine beam of joy he produced fluttered her heart. "The best I've felt in a while. I wiped the floor with everyone in training this morning. After all the teasing, of course." "This morning? What time is it?" "It's two forty-five." "PM?! You should've woken me. What about work?" "I texted Lill
THE NEXT DAY AT LOTUS HEADQUARTERS "You aren't trying to go back on your word, are you?" Enora questioned, hands on her hips. Victor looked away, trying not to pout, "No, but I don't think you're at one hundred percent, so maybe stay the extra day and go over on Sunday." "Victor, we're having a girls' night in. The craziest thing I'll probably do is dance and sing during karaoke, so stop worrying. I'll be back Monday after work." "Why not Sunday?" "Nadine already offered to drive me to work in the morning. We've been over this." He grumbled under his breath as he went into the walk-in closet to get dressed, and she couldn't hold back a snicker at his expense. She counted herself lucky that he wasn't truly upset, or it would have been troublesome to reconvince him to let her leave. Her friends' homes had been scouted multiple times since the whole ordeal began and no suspicious activity had ever been spotted there, so it was safe to say Bianchi hadn't bothered with them. A though
Two drinks in and a third in her hand, Enora prepared herself for the big reveal. Although her friends were wonderful people and definitely had her back, the question of trust had never come up between them. Yes, this secret was kept for safety reasons as well as her own emotional state, but maybe she should have vaguely told them something was going on. It certainly would have lessened the blow at this stage of events. Victor was convinced it would work out, so it had given her some reassurance, but she was naturally a worrier. She ruffled her hair in frustration. Why did it end up like this? "Alright ladies, what are we doing next? A movie? We've played a party game and board game and had late lunch," Caitlyn began. "Yes! A thriller!" Lilla chimed in. "No, something corny!" Nadine countered. "I'm fine with both," Enora chuckled. "Me too, so let's browse and choose that way," Caitlyn suggested. Taking a deep breath, Enora decided on speaking to them now. That way, if they w
SUNDAY EVENING, LOTUS HEADQUARTERS Several wolves circled the alpha in the center of the arena, mapping out their steps and timing their attacks. As others lay on the sidelines in exhaustion, Victor moved about in anticipation of attacks with infinite energy; vigor running high. Signaling for three to come forward, he dodged the first with a sidestep, the next with a bob and weave that left her neck open, and the third with a jump forward. Getting around them, he nipped them each in vital take down points, which tapped them out and sent them to do ten laps around the field. "I continue to reiterate the importance of speed. Your power matters once you know your opponent will and can be taken down," Victor stated to the group. Another three charged at him and he waited until the last moment to drop and roll beneath, tripping the second who remained on the ground, open to a bite at the base of their throat. From behind the other two, Victor jumped onto one's back to smash them into t
Davide slouched against the elevator wall, blowing the bangs out of his eyes and hanging his head. He could admit that Alessandro had been acting a bit out of sorts, and he was quick to shut down others' questions, but this was different. Who would've thought the day would come when he would question his Alpha's sanity? By an odd coincidence, the men he was on his way to retrieve for testing, were waiting when he stepped off the elevator. "Anderson, Marino, and Rojas, perfect, you're up for a promotion in rank. Need you to run the trials first, let's go." "Sure, we can do that, but we were wondering if we could have a word with you first," Rojas said. Davide sighed, "As long as we walk and talk, fine. What's this about?" "The boss," Anderson replied. "We haven't seen him in days, which is odd." "And this isn't the first time either. Too many of us have noticed something is going on and it isn't good," Marino continued. "What are you trying to say here? Questioning our leader?