My body feels heavy, too heavy, considering I fell asleep mere moments ago.Still, how did Dominic get in here?There is so much security around me, and what did he do to make me this…drowsy.It feels as if I am stuck in a lucid dream; no matter how much I fight for release, nothing budges; not even my fingers feel as if they are under my command."You know..."Dominic's voice drawls: I know I should feel terrified, but there is something about him that makes my stomach flutter to the point of cancelling my nerves. I can't help but adore his wickedness, even if I am its victim."It's hard to see you these days, Angel. I want to call you ‘Katie’, but my men have told me enough to know you don’t identify with that name anymore, but you will always be my angel.”Fuck, it was a mistake to hire anyone from here, no matter how short-staffed we were.The mattress beside me sinks under the weight of his body; if I turn my head, I know I will feel him, yet what happens after I feel him? The sa

"What do you mean he brought back up?"Adrian asks as he paces outside the lounge section on the private plane.A private plane! Lewis is rich, but I don’t think he is ‘private plane with country flags’ rich!—I mean, isn’t that the Ketrian flag on the cars outside and on the plane?"I see...okay, and have you gotten in touch with this ‘Vivian’? You have! Good, work with them. I want this fuckers head on a pike."He continues, the tone in his voice growing more bitter by the word.I don't know if I am making the right choice by leaving everything behind, but...I genuinely want to prolong the wedding until I have my memories back.Yet this simply feels like an ‘out of the frying pan situation’.The cabin door slides open, and Adrian walks back in. He is so large that the room feels smaller at his mere presence.I love his cologne.My gaze shifts out of the window to focus on something other than the feelings bubbling within me and to hide the fact that I was eavesdropping, but the inten

"Who is Elaine?"The question slips from me once the two are done briefing each other, and the ride proceeds.It was whispered, but due to the silence inside the car, he still heard me."Elaine is my mate.""Oh...will I meet her?""I was hoping not, but it seems she is still in town. She is waiting for the university intake.”"Oh, she is quite young then. Uh, you must be proud of her. Most wolves aren't gifted academically."He chuckles."I was.""Was?""She betrayed my trust."Silence hangs in the air after his soft words. I want to ask more, but truthfully, it feels as if it is none of my business.An argument between mates is known to bite the interferers in the ass, so I should stay out of it.I should, but…"Am I her replacement? Is that why you came to Chrysalis? Because she betrayed you? Am I supposed to make her jealous or remorseful enough to redeem her in your eyes?"Shit, I shouldn't have asked that."No."His answer is quick, too quick for any relief to find me.“Alr- ”"B

"Is there a furnace in the room? If there is one, I can take the couch."I offer to her question on sharing, but Adrian shakes his head adamantly."I'll sleep on the couch; you take the bed."He offers."Sweet of you, shy lovers, to assume that there is a loveseat in the room. We traded them in for single sofas just last week.""Fuck...."Both of them turn to face me and my potty mouth."I...meant that in my head, not... sorry."I mumble the apology when all else fails."We’ll figure ourselves out."Adrian utters as he takes the offered keys and places his hand all too naturally on my waist to guide me."Dinner is at six. Do you prefer room service or dining with the rest of the guests?""We’ll dine with everyone.""Lovely, you can dial the front desk to change at any time. Don’t forget to bring your clothes to the front desk for laundry. You should get them by the door tomorrow."“Right. Do you offer any sweatpants?”I ask, recalling that neither of us had a change of clothes.“Yes.”

Adrian M. Knox.The scent of watermelon and red wine burned itself in his lungs the more he pressed her closer to him—it was dizzying and delicious; even her blood that hung onto his teeth held the taste of refreshing watermelon sangria.His hands that gripped her back slid down to the curve of her ass to lift her so he could swing inside her more easily.She was so warm and tight that he couldn’t envision a more perfect fit for his length, so much so that his pace picked without his conscious attention; the only thing that irked him about her the moment was the hoodie she had on; he needed to get rid of the grey-A dull sting pressed itself onto his shoulder, but he could barely feel the pain until he turned to her and noticed the redness of her teeth, then the tears brimming her eyes as she clung on to him as if he were her last breath.She bit him like a little vampire—adorable, simply, exquisite—everything about her remained exquisite. If only he had known about these sides of her