I should feel mortified, disgusted or burning with shame over what happened between Creed and me today. But, oddly, I don’t; I actually feel comfortable around him and would 100% do it again.It’s weird how the Mate Bond makes me trust him, and how he seems to trust me as well. He’s also given me my freedom and said he would wait for me, something I never thought would be possible with such an impulsive and impatient man like Creed Volkov.Now we’re sitting in his kitchen drinking coffee as if I didn’t just have his cock down my throat.“Here,” he hands me what seems like a pill bottle. “I had Sage get it for me since he has sway over most shifter hospitals in the city.”I look at the grey unmarked bottle and shake it; when it rattles, I know my first thoughts were right. “What is this?”He draws his cup to his lips and it's the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen; damn this Bond. “It’s something to help suppress your heat, if need be, that is. I know you might not have needed it in the

Sage: Four Years Ago Another fucking meeting that could have been a conference call. I know Creed told me to take care of business like this, but this is fucking ridiculous. I must look like I enjoy being in meetings day in and day out; either that or I’m wearing a goddamn clown suit I’m not aware of. At least this time the meeting was right in the middle of New York, but it still wasted my time. Now I’m seated in an upmarket bar where only the wealthy converge, sipping on expensive alcohol to keep up appearances. Drawing the glass of whiskey to my lips, I empty the contents and gesture to the bartender for a refill. The sting of the alcohol leaves a trail of fire down my throat, but I don’t even blink at the feeling. As pissed off as I try to feel at Creed for the unimportant meeting, it’s a futile attempt at me holding onto the person I was a few years ago. The son who doted on his family, the big brother who loved spending time with his little sister in between training and s

I scoff at my cousin, shaking my head. “Of course, you slept with her,” I say, but the look on his face tells me there’s so much more to this. We’re still in my office and Sage has just explained to me how far back his connection with the Seelie girl goes. It shouldn’t surprise me that he slept with her, but it does surprise me when I see the desperation in his normally vacant eyes.“It’s not just that. When we… she made me feel, Creed,” he says, sitting forward and leaning his elbows on his knees, shocking me to absolute hell. “When I was with her that night, throughout the entire day with her, I felt something. You should know what this means to me.”Do I know what this means? Of course, I do. Sage and I used to be close before he could no longer feel emotions. Born nearly two years apart, he was my closest friend. It killed me when he lost his ability to feel anything; it felt like I lost him even if he was right there.“She made you feel?” I murmur. “What do you mean?”He shakes

From hearing Rebecca’s moan earlier to blocking them out and listening to Cherie finally giving me a glimpse into her past. Things are just snowballing; and from the look on Sage’s face, it’s about to get even weirder.He called me over the mind link to tell me they’d come to a conclusion and wanted to speak with us about it.I hold Cherie’s hand as we walk towards the two of them sitting in the living room space, and see an odd flush on Rebecca’s cheeks. There’s no scent of fucking in here, but it’s obvious these two want each other.“Do I even want to know?” I ask, sitting down and dragging Cherie onto my lap. Fuck how awkward this looks because I just want her close to me. She stiffens in my embrace but then relaxes when I place my hand on her thigh.Sage is not wearing his usual cocky grin when he looks at me and that itself is a dead giveaway. “Rebecca is willing to take me into her Keep and help me with finding out why the Unseelie Queen claimed me—I’ll tell you about it later,”

-Caught Cherie still at the gym, will take her home-I’ve been staring at this text from Luka for over half an hour trying to make sense of it. Why is Cherie at the gym so late? Not only that, but she went back to the gym knowing Rebecca would be leaving with Sage tomorrow. Fuck, I should’ve gotten her number today to check up on her.“You’re up late.”I turn to face my uncle Viktor walking into the living room where I’m seated in front of the fireplace. He walks over to the crystal decanters, pours us each two fingers of bourbon, and hands one over to me.“Couldn’t sleep,” I say, which is partially true. “What’s your excuse?”He chuckles and sits down next to me. “I find being asleep restricting,” he says and I raise my eyebrow at that. “What I mean is, ever since I came back I’ve been restless. I want to experience everything at the same time, so sleep sort of eludes me.”“Ah, so you’re greedy to live your life?”“Damn right, I am,” he says with a smile and takes a sip of his drink