Rebecca was gone before I even woke up this morning. The only thing she left was a note saying she’d be back soon and to please not worry about her. Things are getting stranger by the minute when it comes to Rebecca and Sage, but then again it’s her business.If she wanted to tell me what it was, she would have.I didn’t really get much sleep last night either. With the vivid nightmares I’ve been having since I left my parent’s place down to the fact that I haven’t seen that odd girl, Arlen, again. So today I am cranky as hell with my best friend up and leaving without even saying goodbye to me.It's 6 pm when I leave the gym and contemplate having an early supper somewhere. I don’t want to go back to the empty penthouse with my thoughts running rampant. It feels like two people are dodging me and I don’t know why.Creed said he’d be late today, I didn’t think he meant he wouldn’t show. Damn it, I could kick myself for not getting his number and even though I told him I want to take i

Making Cherie smile has come to be my favorite pastime. Knowing I can get her to relax after she’s been through hell, has sort of become like a drug to me. So I’ve done nothing but try to cheer her up this evening.We finished our supper together an hour or so ago, now we’re up in my bedroom. I’m sitting on my bed with my back against the headboard while she’s settled in between my legs; her back against my chest.With her wearing my shirt, or rather drowning in it, my arms around her waist and our fingers intertwined, this feels perfect.“So are you going to tell me what happened this afternoon or keep me in the dark longer?” she asks with a smile in her voice and turns her head around to face me. “Were you hoping I’d forget?”“Something like that,” I admit, not really wanting to go into detail about what happened with Alpha Vicente. But if Cherie is going to be part of this pack, then I suppose she needs to know about the Bratva side of my family. “There’s-”“Is it Russian Mafia bus

I’ve just dropped Cherie off at the penthouse with her promising to stay home for the day, now I’m back in my study on the estate. Last night I stayed wrapped up in her, but even after she left my bedroom and her scent lingered, it didn’t push away my apprehension about today’s meeting.I’ll be choosing a bride for Vicente Reyes - a sacrifice to bridge the gap between two powerful packs.When I spoke to my father about this yesterday, he advised me that sometimes sacrifices need to be made so wars don’t break out. It reminded me of Viktor’s words the other evening after our run together.“While the clubs are under strict renovation for the next month, you need to make sure our staff still receive their salaries. They’re good and trustworthy, you don’t want to lose them,” he says and I make yet another note.“Security will need to be pushed up as well; these fuckers snuck in in the dead of night to plant the bombs. Luckily Alexei could salvage the CCTV footage and we caught the asshol

I open my eyes and stretch, the scent of bergamot and vanilla still permeating everything in the living room. There’s a blanket thrown over me and a pillow under my head so I’m guessing I fell asleep here during our Star Wars marathon. Last night’s shenanigans with Creed pushed some of the doubts away, but I still had a niggling feeling in the back of my head telling me he’s not as serious about me even if he is my mate. Can mates cheat on each other, though? What Arlen went through with her lover and what I’m going through with Creed could be different. I mean, hers might just have been pure lust when mine is a fated bond blessed by a Goddess. I inhale deeply and my eyes snap open when the unmistakable smell of coffee and bacon finally break through my Creed-Scented haze. Straining my hearing, I hear another heartbeat in the penthouse, and a smile slips onto my lips. Giggling, I get up from the comfy sofa and walk towards the delicious smells, the small smile dropping from my face

I tried to keep my feelings in check the entire evening, and tried to focus on her words while maintaining a good conversation flow. She never initiated touch, I was always the one to reach for her hand or to touch her lower back.It was going well until she decided to touch me. From the moment I left her penthouse this morning, right up until I saw her in that dress, I’ve had this intense urge to lose myself with her. I don’t know what it is; definitely not the moon or Haze. Even Nocte is quiet.Gods, this dress. It’s like the only purpose it has is for me to rip it from her gorgeous body.“Now?” she gasps, her hands immediately going to the railing behind her. “Creed, we can’t-”“Why not?” I say as I lower my lips to hers. “Why can’t I have a taste of my mate right now?”She tears her eyes away from mine towards the corners of the elevator. “What… what if someone sees us?”“No one will see us,” I say, placing a soft kiss on the side of her jaw, running my lips over her skin. “No on