Keira POV The next morning, I woke up in Augustine's arms. I stared at his sleeping face and rubbed his obsidian-like hair away from his forehead to reveal the deep sockets of his eyes. I felt a little bad that I couldn't see his blue pupils. My fingers moved from his high nose to his thin lips, someone once said that a person with such lips was heartless. I approach closer to him, wondering if he is equally cruel, and then I smell the rum. I've been able to sense this odor ever since I met him. Is it rum? He never acknowledged his odor to me, even at the PARK cafe. He always veered off-topic anytime I brought up rum. This realization caused me to have an epiphanic moment. He didn't want me to notice his odor! But why? How warm his embrace was last night, how cold my heart is now. Maybe there was some reason he can't talk about it? Or does he just simply not want me to know what he smells like? I took a long breath as I took in the face and realized that it was not the right tim

Keira POV "Apologize to her." Augustine said to me with an expressionless face. "What?" "I don't want to repeat it." "I didn't push her! Why should I apologize!" I froze. He didn't even inquire more! This was unfair! "You mean Rhoda is lying? Why does she do that?" "I'm OK, Augustine... it's just a little cut." Rhoda said softly while holding her forehead. "You heard me, Keira!" Casting a glance at Rhoda's injuries, Augustine spoke to me more sternly. "She couldn't have lied, right? What about you?" I mocked. His determined expression only added insult to my injury. "You go treat the wound." Augustine said, giving Rhoda a glance. "Augustine..." "Now!" Rhoda stomped her foot and walked out of the room as her smug grin vanished. "And you know we can't let anyone else hear what we're about to talk about, don't you?" I stared at the door Rhoda had just slammed shut, unaware of the dangerous light in Augustine's eyes as he walked toward me. "Look at me," Augustine grabbed my c

Keira POV Even a few times, he purposefully pressed my throbbing clit. Leaving deep scratches from my nails on the skin of his back, I admitted that I scratched him harder. "Mmmm," he grunted, "Sharp claws." After saying, he hit my core hard. I bit my lip to prevent myself from groaning as if we were competing to see who would concede defeat first. I could taste the rust, my lips must have bled. I shivered when the orgasmic wave crashed against my body, and he spurted inside of me. "You win. Next time, don't bite your lip." He said, resting his head on my neck as he gasped. Augustine eventually dressed me and opened the window. I cast a blank glance at the sunroof of the automobile. The sky was surrounded by the evening sun's distinctive pink halo while painting me blue. Although sex took me to heaven, it still felt like punishment. As he opened the window and dressed me, he even reluctantly released me from my chains, "Stay away from Kurt; he's not as kind as you think." He car

Third Person POV A black object jumped down, and it was Griffin. It looked straight at Kurt, "I've been waiting for you guys here for a long time." The far lights of the car made Griffin's ruby-red eyes shine like they never had before. Kurt shrugged and opened the car door, "Listen, I made a mistake. You were faster!" Then he raised his hands after stepping out of the car because Griffin assumed an attacking stance. "Griffin!" Knowing what would happen to the pack if Griffin did attack him, Keira hurriedly stepped out of the car to go in front of Kurt. Just as the atmosphere froze, a Black Bugatti came with a louder and higher-pitched engine sound, which attracted all their attention. When the automobile made a sharp curve and came to a stop next to us, it emitted a low, rumbling sound as though in the demonstration. Three seconds later, the engine eventually stopped down, and a towering male with a gaze that could freeze others exited the car. "Thank you for bringing her back; n

Keira POV When my wolf told me, my heart began to pound and my thoughts went blank. I tried to stay awake and sore by clenching my hands while my nails dug deeply into my skin. My God, you've always wanted this, and now it's become a reality! If this is a fake, I had better wake up from this dream because losing something you've already owned will break your heart a thousand times more. Only the knowledge that I had finally shifted and that this gorgeous, enormous wolf was MINE helped me get up shakily once the pain in my palm subsided for a short while. "Really?" I held my breath as I awaited the long-overdue response. "Yes. Name me, Keira." She came up to me and licked my hand. A name? When I was very young, I gave my wolf three names, and there was a time when I felt as though all I had done had been in vain. Finally, I can remove those three names from the memory drawer, set them in the sun, and allow the wind to blow the dust off them. "Aura, Silvy and Enid!" With eyes tha