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Nolan would lose his life, followed by Carter and Wade. Desperation rushed through me. For once, I didn’t have to wonder how far I would go.
‘Save him.’ I hissed, feeling the icy tendrils lap at my skin. ‘Save Alpha Nolan and get rid of these
Vampires.’
‘The price is steep’ The disembodied voice slithered into my mind, ‘A life for a life.’
Its voice circled my mind, stirring my thoughts violently. I knew what it was asking, what it wanted from me. What scared me the most was how easy the decision was. My life for Alpha Nolan’s, a worthy trade. Every intimate moment between Alpha Nolan and I flashed through my mind, igniting a comfortable flutter in my stomach. My feelings for Alpha Nolan had changed since I had met him, a fact
I had been trying to ignore. As I realized the lengths I would go to for Alpha Nolan, it wasn’t a hard decision to make.
‘I don’t care.’ I breathed, ‘I accept.’
A cunning icy breeze caressed my mind, as though they were thanking me. One by one each of the
Vampire’s stiffened, their glassy eyes rolling in the backs of their heads. Each fell to the ground, a loud thud against the wooden floor. Somehow, I knew they were still alive, simply incapacitated for the time being. I could see the shadows flit from Vampire to Vampire, each collapsing to the floor in its wake.
I locked eyes with Alpha Nolan, for once his emotions were written plain on his face. I could taste his fury and feel his concern. He could see the gathering darkness behind me, and could only assume what I had given it in return.
My own eyes widened as the icy voice slithered into my mind, its words sending me to my knees.
‘You would give your life, Princess?’ They hissed, slithering around in my head. ‘You do not get to choose.’
Breyona’s P.o.v
The moment Daisy asked Mason and I to come save her brother Sean, my heart dropped. An image of my mateGiovanni popped into my mind. His soft curly hair, his deep and intoxicating eyes. The musky yet sweet scent that swirled around him, clinging to my nose and calling to my soul.
The mate-bond didn’t care what species we were, h**l-bent on bringing the two of us together. My mind resisted the idea, but my body longed for him. My wolf felt the same, equal parts desire and reluctance.
I was constantly pulled in each direction, and yet I couldn’t shake that small shred of hope.
I had not seen him since we saved Daisy and chased them off. Yet for some reason I continued going to my Aunt’s house every weekend. I knew Giovanni would not come, as his reluctance surpassed my own. I went to my Aunt’s house for another reason, one laced with sadness and longing. I would go to my Aunt’s house and pretend Giovanni was there waiting for me. If I closed my eyes, I could see him standing in the threshold, his dark eyes conflicted and torn as he stared down at me. After an hour spent in my Aunt’s sturdy yet dilapidated house, I’d return home swimming with a guilt I couldn’t shake.
Escaping to my Aunt’s house felt like a breath of fresh air, while everything else felt smothering.
I couldn’t understand how Mason did ithow he continued breathing and smiling when he couldn’t be with his other half. Mason made it look easy, managing to cover the flash of sorrow and longing that appeared in his eyes at least once a day. Mason and I had this silent understanding where neither one of us asked questions. We often saw the look in each other’s eyes, and knew where it had come from.
It was the look formed by the loss of your mate, your other half. That constant pain followed you, seeping through your pores and thickening the air.
I wanted to tell Daisy, to have someone to confide in but guilt consumed me. While at times I swore I could see a flash of longing in Giovanni’s eyes, he would never turn his back on his kind. And how could I blame him, when I refused to do the same?
Everyone in the SUV heard Mason’s confession of his last time in Atlanta. I knew we had both come for the same reason, each of us hanging onto that small shred of hope.
I fought with myself relentlessly, that small shred of hope had quite a loud voice. What would I do if
Giovanni was there? Throw myself into his arms and plead for him to stay with me? While I couldn’t seem to give up, I couldn’t see a future with Giovanni. I wanted a future where I could be with my mate and my pack, a selfish future.
The club would’ve been awesome, had it not been crawling with Vampire’s. While I couldn’t trace their scent, my instincts told me the truth. Every other pair of cold eyes that danced across my skin were those of Vampire’s. Some sneered as they sensed a wolf in their midst, other’s glanced briefly but looked away.
Once Daisy and Alpha Nolan headed to the VIP area, I stayed at the bar on the far end of the club. The warehouse setting made the club enormous, making me unable to see the other end of the room through the winding bodies.
People of all species were dancing, bodies grazing against one another as the thin scent of sweat filled the air. The red and white lights danced across b**e skin, scattering different hues throughout the club.
People of all species danced in thin little dresses, the rough hands of men caressing their hips. Two women leaned against the wall; their lips tangled in a fight to the d***h.
I felt like an exposed nerve, every last thing I saw brushed against my sensitive endings. I had spent days ignoring the growing hole in my chest, but every sight and smell at the club brought it to my full attention. Lust-filled looks were thrown across the club, wandering hands and lips caressing against skin. All it did was bring Giovanni to the front of my mind.
“What can I get for you, gorgeous?” A voice pulled me from my thoughts. The inevitable rush of disappointment ran through me, as the voice did not belong to Giovanni. Without even realizing, I had been leaning against the onyx-colored bar. One of the stools grazed against my hip, my front facing the crowd of dancing partygoers.
The bartender was cute, a guy I would have no doubt swooned over but things had changed. The bartender’s blonde hair was a tousled mess on his head, the hint of muscles straining through his dark shirt. His eyes were dark with mystery, something the old me would have loved. Men lacked their usual appeal since I had met Giovanni. I was no longer giving flirty glances or sly touches; guilt became a constant companion.
I knew I shouldn’t have felt guilty, but Giovanni had not rejected me. That had to count for something, right? I had begged him, yelled at him and yet he didn’t reject me. It seems I wasn’t the only one dealing with an inward battle.
“Rum and coke.” I sighed straining my voice to raise it above the music. The bartender flashed me a dazzling smile, one that would have had me snagged from the beginning. Yet, I felt nothing for the hot bartender. My stomach was absent of butterflies, the hole in my chest growing bigger with each guilty thought.
“You don’t seem to be enjoying your night, gorgeous. The drinks on me.” The hot bartender flashed me a sly smirk, those mysterious eyes flashing as they ran over my skin.
I felt nothing from his prying gaze, no heat, no warmth, just the unmoving hole in my heart. I wanted to pretend, to gain some semblance of my old life back but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I wouldn’t give the bartender my empty meaningless words, string him along as I pretended to be who I once was.
“Thanks.” I murmured, taking the glass from his outstretched hand. The alcohol burned as it ran down my throat, bringing some warmth to my cold body. I wanted to laugh spitefully. Heartbroken humans could easily forget their sorrows, simply able to drink them away. Werewolves’ could do no such thing.
D***s and alcohol refused to affect us, leaving us little outlet for our inner demons. Perhaps, that was why werewolves were so violent.
“What’s your name?” Another dazzling smile, one personal and intimate. Deep moss-colored eyes fanned my face, but my body held no reaction.
I couldn’t help it when irritation flooded me. I wanted to be left alone, suffering in silence as I was triggered by practically everything. I could feel him hovering over my shoulder, waiting for an answer.
“Breyona.” I spared no effort to raise my voice above the music, my eyes darting over my surroundings.
There was no sight of Mason, Carter or Wade but the makeshift warehouse club was huge.
“Breyona. I’m Noah.” My name left his mouth like a seductive song, carried to my ears by the thundering music. His voice was raspy, nothing like Giovanni’s. Giovanni’s voice was rough, but held a certain silkiness that made your toes curl.
For just a split second I noticed the nametag pinned to his shirt. Big blue letters spelled the name,
‘Noah’. I had seen it as I walked to the bar, but had not cared what his name was. Even now, I couldn’t bring myself to care. I wasn’t normally this way, a heartless b***h with eyes for no one else. I had changed the moment this festering hole was placed inside my chest.
“Did you” Noah’s mouth opened, full lips I would have once trailed my eyes over.
“He knows you guys are here.” Another voice, a heart stopping familiar voice. Rough but smooth like silk, sweet like honey with that murderous edge bathed in mystery.
He had looked the same, dark curly hair brushing the cusp of his eyebrow. Long lashes framed dark eyes, eyes that burned with every intense emotion.
My eyes left the open-mouthed bartender, the one who had tried and failed to make a lasting impression. That bitter part of me wanted to chuckle, what would another man have over Giovanni?
With the looks of an earthbound G*d and the body of a warrior, Giovanni stood behind me.
“Gorgeous” My eyes were no longer on the bartender, his name already forgotten from my memory.
“Scatter, human.” Giovanni’s voice hardened, still sweet and silky as it held a murderous edge. Dark eyes flashed with anger and irritation, evoking more conflicting emotions from my battered heart.
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