Cirilla's point of view 'Get away from me!!!' I was startled by his words. I felt a knot tighten my chest in pain.It was unbelievable how those words clung to my thoughts and wouldn't let go. His voice was pleading and it held so much pain. But he refused to gaze at me. He had jerked away from my touch like I was some kind of lethal poison that could possibly harm him, even worse kill him. Even when Stefan and Wren had rushed to his side and helped him out of the dancefloor, he still wouldn't look at me. It was frustrating and I hated myself more for still thinking about him. I can't seem to pry him out of my thoughts. Sighing, I focussed my attention on the punching bag in front of me in the training area. I resumed my punches on the bag, unable to quell my rage, frustration and confusion. No matter how hard I thought about it, no matter how much i tried to understand him, I still didn't get him at all. And it was infuriating. The fact that everything ab

Asher's Point Of View I noticed the flicker of surprise that stood within those round, beautiful irises of hers. But her face and demeanor didn't show any other emotion. Nothing at all, well except for the furious pounding of her heart. She did a good job looking as normal as possible. I gave my eyes the liberty to explore her features. Her beautiful flawless face, skin as smooth as silk, perfect round curves, and her legs were perfect and beautiful in those training shorts. Beads of sweat having the privilege to feast on her skin, I wished it were my hands working wonders on her skin. I had to mentally fight off the emotions Ryker was fueling in me. I needed to be sane, to figure out exactly how much she knew about me and what to do about that. She nodded to whatever Vince was saying, and when his lecture was getting unbearable, I mindlinked him to scram. I wanted her to myself. Only to me. My wishful thinking was granted. Immediately Vince left us I pulled my tee, jumping into t

Cirilla's point of view "Hey, how are you feeling?" My phone vibrated. It was a text. I checked the number and it wasn't from my contact. I began to type, before I could finish another text popped up. "It's Asher" I paused momentarily, staring at the name. A text popped up again. "Are you asleep?" How did he get my contact? "No. I'm still awake" I sent back, tapping the tip of my fingers on my lips. "How's your ankle? Does it hurt badly?" His text popped up, making an unwanted smile stalk my lips at his concern. Yes it does. But I couldn't say that. "Not that bad" "Do you need anything?" He asked. "Not really. I'm unable to get through to Lyra. Could you get her to call me?" I waited for his response but there was nothing, even after five minutes. I sighed, I was dying from thirst and was in dire need of a shower and I had to pee. I stared at the black swollen ankle and then to the bathroom door at the corner of my room. I pulled the

Cirilla's point of view I jerked up from bed as soon as I heard the loud honking from outside. Hastily, I grabbed the small backpack on the bed and I rushed outside into the moonlit darkness, shutting the door behind me. The last couple of days I've been hanging out with Lyra and the guys, and was invited to spend the weekend at her place. Knowing Mum would never approve of it, I had decided to be a disobedient daughter for once and thought it was best to sneak out tonight and be back in the morning before she noticed my absence. I doubt the possibility of that, but luckily for me, Mum packed up earlier today for a weekend trip. Stefan's black BMW was parked outside my house. As I walked closer, I could see at least four figures in the car. Lyra told me she was coming alone to pick me up, I guess the guys decided to tag along. She jumped out from the back seat, squealing in sheer euphoria and delight. She squeezed me in a hug, her chocolate brown eyes smiling from its cage. "We ar

Asher's point of view I was rooted to the sofa. My darkened eyes watched Andy halt right before my mate. His lips twitched in a mischievous smile, causing the guys to release unison laughter and cheers. They probably thought something was funny, but I didn't. And the look on Cirilla's face was unreadable. There was no way of telling exactly what was going through her mind, but I was in chaos. Ryker had gone ballistic, battling me for control. He wanted to cut off Andy's hand that he had brought to my mate. He wanted to detach the miserable bastard's head from his body and rip out his heart. I wanted that too. I badly wanted that. Cirilla was mine. No one had the right to have her, let alone touch her. I was seething with rage, burning with jealousy, and dying from frustration. I watched as Andy's hand landed on her face. Fuck! I lost it. I couldn't sit still and watch one of my pack warriors touch my mate, in my very own presence. My eyes had darkened. I didn't even realize Ryker a