"He can't kill you, Rey! You are his only heir." I reassured my beating heart, repeating my life mantra. This is what I counted on when I screwed up. I stand in front of the giant oddity of bricks and stones I called home. It had never looked this intimidating. I knew my father was already aware of my arrival much before I stepped into the perimeter but my heart just thumped down at the thought of facing him. Dragging my feet on the path, I halt with a grimace. I should have gone to my mother's place instead. She would be pissed too but I won't be this scared of her. Besides, like any other emotion, her anger was volatile gasoline too. Sarkhan wasn't agreeable when I told him to leave me we were close to our estate but I didn't want to choose a discreet tombstone for him in our backyard, so I insisted. Dad will probably know who I hitched a ride with. But I'm too virgin to be a widow. Looking up, I'm struck to see my Dad standing in the doorway. He looked far more wretched and mi

We both took the comfort only we emitted for each other and in those moments his identity or my obstinacy didn't exist. Though I didn't acknowledge it, I was the monster my parents' blunders birthed to.I sigh burying myself deeper and getting cozy with the hard and sturdy man I barely knew. A voice from the back of his throat snaps my head up. I see his eyes squinted at the ceiling before scrunching them up like he was holding something in. He looked so intense, so intimidating. Everything about him screamed sinful, the wide shoulder that could shoulder two of me. If I didn't know he was 'Lycan', I would assume he was one of those sculptures carved to surreal perfection in Italy, brought to life with a kiss of true love.Assuming a mere kiss had the capacity to achieve such a feat. I purse my lips but decide it's futile to ask anyway. Hiding my reddened face on his chest I take a breath. He wasn't ready for an upgrade from his status as my comfort pillow. Like a glutton, I open my

Eerily static, everything in his house reeks of lousy witches and nuisance. In the veil of the night, I stare down at my wife with empty eyes. She always looks almost innocent of any flaw known to men. “Nafasm.”How she held my attention just breathing you would expect her to be the most profound of arts. Carved to perfection and vices.“Little Temptress.” Whispering in the night, I graze my forefinger on her cheek. From her neck to her inviting bosom. Her miniature freckle there buzzed with her beating heart. This dainty twig-like neck would snap in two with a flick in my hold. This fragile, yet she had this inexplicable hold on me. I narrow my eyes, sniffing her close. The transition had begun. I scrutinized the minx and I wonder how she made it this far.She will likely need to have molten lava in her veins to survive the change. The corner of my lips turned up humorlessly. There's a possibility the last thread holding me here could disappear any moment.As if to gut me good, she