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“Interesting.” The word left his lips slowly, his guard securely in place. “And you know, I will not join your side. I will not turn my back on my family, my species.”
“I just” I paused. What did I want?
“I just want a chance.” My eyes were open wide, vulnerable. I was letting him know how much I truly had at stake, more than just a simple crush.
“A chance.” He repeated. A blush formed on my face at the intensity of his eyes. I felt like an exposed nerve under his gaze.
“What’s your name?” I needed to know. I needed to see what this g*d-like man was called, what name could possibly fit him.
“Giovanni.” His voice was rough, and it was then I could place the light italian accent.
My wolf swooned at the sound, forgetting our decades long hatred of his entire species. If I was able to place my hatred aside, why couldn’t other people?
Something was changing, something big. As far as I knew, nothing like this has ever happened before.
The tables were turning, bringing Werewolf and Vampire together.
Giovanni looked torn, judging from the flashes of emotion in his eyes.
“Just a chance, Giovanni.” I pleaded, my voice growing stronger as I spoke his name.
“The odds are not in your favor, she-wolf.” Giovanni tried to keep his gaze hard, but couldn’t seem to stop it as it softened. “But I will give this chance.”
“Here.” I tore a napkin from my purse, digging around for something to write with.
When I couldn’t find a pen or any other writing utensil, I grabbed my black eyeliner pencil.
I scrawled hastily, writing the address of my Aunt’s old house. She had died years ago, leaving the house to us in her will. We never went there, leaving everything to collect dust. It was just outside of the pack territory. Close enough for me to slip away unnoticed, yet far enough to keep Giovanni away from
Alpha Nolan.
“What is this?” Giovanni raised his eyebrow, his large hands grasping the thin napkin.
“Eyeliner pencil.” I blushed sheepishly.
“I meant the address, little she-wolf.” Giovanni fixed an interested stare on my face.
“Oh.” My face flamed, “That’s the address to my Aunt’s house. She died, but we never go there. We can meet there. It’s outside my packs territory.”
“You would go against your entire pack for a mate?” Giovanni’s eyebrow raised, his dark eyes reading my face and mannerisms.
“I’m not going against my pack.” I grimaced.
What the h**l was I doing? It was clear neither of us would turn on our species, our family. And yet what was that flicker in Giovanni’s eyes? The very flicker of emotion he tried to hard to contain.
My gut was telling me something, something I needed to listen to. Giovanni’s words were very different from his emotions, his thoughts. I knew nothing about his past, and yet I knew he was very skilled at hiding his thoughts.
“Then what is the purpose of this, she-wolf?” Giovanni grimaced.
“My name is Breyona.” I huffed. “Justcome to the house if you want. I’ll be there when I can.”
What else could I say?
I’m going to try and sway you to my side? I’m weak and can’t b**e to toss away my soulmate?
One other thing was strikingly clear; I could tell no one of this. Not until Giovanni switched sides, not until he could be trusted.
Giovanni’s P.o.v
The little she-wolf was quite interesting to watch. Her face conveyed every emotion openly, putting them on display for the world.
A chance; as she called it.
I myself became a key player in the little she-wolfs game, a game to earn my loyalty.
She was clueless to my enjoyment of g******g. What were the odds this little she-wolf would be successful in turning me from my own species. The logical side of me said the odds were slim to none, while some sliver of humanity within me was already hers.
It was clear the price she was willing to pay; her heart.
I couldn’t begin to understand the lives of this animal-like species.
Vampires considered themselves refined, choosing a mate that would suit their every need.
Werewolves were slaves to some mythical Goddess in the sky, one who dictated their own mate. Did these wolves have control over anything?
I left the club that night with an infuriated Tristan. His anger swirled around him, but that wasn’t the only emotion pouring from within. Longing and interest framed his face as he struggled to keep this information from my grasp. He was not fast enough, cloaking his face with a mask of indifference.
“Something has happened?” I paused, lifting my eyebrow as I read the quick flicker of emotions.
Tristan looked almost…pained.
“Yes.” Tristan nodded, “Something has happened.”
“Did you fulfill the King’s request?” I asked, watching as his face hardened.
I masked my own face, burying my own emotions deep within me. I swore to never let them see the light of day. A strange yet dull pain formed in my chest, my mind lingering on the little she-wolf.
“I was unable to complete his task.” Tristan hesitated, something I had never seen him do before.
“Tell me if you must.” I pressed, “The King will find out regardless.”
“I marked her, Giovanni.” Tristan stopped walking, our forms cloaked by the night. “I couldn’t stop myself.”
“You marked..the she-wolf?” My interest was more than piqued. Another factor in this complicated game.
For just a split second an image of Breyona flashed in my mind, Tristan’s mark glistening on her neck.
Rage flooded through me, possesive rage. A rough grunt escaped my lips as I felt the mate bond roiling within me.
“Has something happened with you, Giovanni?” Tristan turned, his own eyes calculating.
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