Five years ago, Lynexia fled the Shadow Pack, pregnant with the Alpha's child. She seeked refuge in a place eyes couldn't reach and never looked back. Now, her daughter's life hangs by a thread and the only cure to save her lies with the very man who ripped her apart. The Alpha who she desperately wants to forget. Dimitri, the Alpha of Shadow Pack, who built walls of ice around his heart, has never regretted a decision, except for letting Lynexia go five years ago. Now his daughter's illness throws the back together and Dimitri vows to never let her go even if It means robing her into a twisted and sick deal. Lyn resents and vow to end his life for this. A moment of vulnerability forces her to see comfort in the hand of the very man she vows to kill. Now, the line between love and hate is beginning to blur, igniting old flames. Can Lyn trust the very man who shattered her heart or will his twisted and sick redemption cost them everything?
View MoreIf Dimitri was shocked when I showed up at his doorstep, he didn't act like it. He doesn't show a bit of emotion as he ushers me into his living room. He doesn't say a word to me as he disappears into the room and comes back with a towel. He wraps the towel around me before taking considerable steps back, creating a gap between us. "What are you doing here, Lynexia?" He looks down at me. I open my mouth and then close it. To be frank, coming here was impulsive. I didn't think of what I was going to say to Dimitri when I saw him. I just knew I needed to see him. His jaw clenches visibly under the dim light of the living room. Something barely contained swirls in his blue eyes. "You shouldn't be here, you are just getting better?" "What do you care?" "I will take you home." "If I want to be at home, I won't be here in the first place." My hands fist beside me. Dimitri and I stare at each other for a long moment before Dimitri's deep voice slices through the thick air. "Fine. Yo
For the first two days, I am flooded by pleasantries and gifts from members of the pack. This comes as a shock to me because I used to believe everyone hates me so much, they will celebrate with a grand party when I die but I guess I was wrong. Not only that some members of the pack made an alter of offering for me to the goddess to fasten my recovery. Julianne told me that I have been the talk of the town for saving Sebastian, Jax's brother—trust Julianne to know everyone's name—. So I guess that is why people are warming up to me and while I am overwhelmed with joy about this, the very person that my heart yearns to see and hear his voice is nowhere to be found. It's messing with my brain that he hasn't shown up since he was the one who kept me company when I was in a coma. Or so I believed because now, I'm not so much of myself anymore. Perhaps, it was my brain messing with me by creating an illusion of Dimitri here with me because it knows I am a hypocrite and no matter how much
...Through the neverending assault of pain, I feel Dimitri around me. I feel his touch caress my skin softly. I feel his voice send ripples of soothing down my spine. I feel his warmth seep into my body and ease my tense muscles. I feel his scent, sandalwood, and citrus envelop me like an embrace. Every time, I feel his grip around my hand, my pain resides to the dark places and for a moment it becomes bearable enough to see him through the haze.Every time, I see him, his eyes are always glassy and his face, is contorted into pain and guilt.I do hear his strained voice too, whispering to me words of comfort. "My butterfly, you can do it. I know you can fight against it. Your wolf is more powerful than any venom of silver." My hands scratch to reach for him but they fall limp beside me no matter how much I try to raise them. And when I scream for him, it is swallowed by the consuming darkness all around me, plunging me into the dark hole where there is no light, no Dimitri. Just m
I panic as I trail after Nox. My head pounds in time with the roar of blood in my ears. Questions upon questions flood my mind.How did she get hurt? Who dared to stab her with a silver blade? How did it even happen? I'm certain that Lynexia won't wait on her hand for someone to stab her, so how? The questions keep coming, swirling into a haphazard mess in my head. Over and over again, twisting my heart, and sending me into a frantic state. But I don't ask any questions. I am tongue and I don't think I can form a word even if I try. No word can form over the terror twisting my guts. Not when Lynexia is hurt. Not when she is bleeding somewhere, unable to heal. With her silver making it worse.Whoever did this better be digging their graves because I will make them wish they were dead when I'm done with them. But, first, I need to see Lynexia. I need to make sure she is fine or she'll be fine. As we get close to the room, a raw, agonizing cry pierces the air and I recognize them as L
Ignoring Lynexia is proving harder than dodging a charging bull. Fingering Lynexia isn't something that I regret. It is imprinted into my brain and I think about it each second. The way she moans, the way her body writhes beneath me, her face when she comes all over my hand, her slick pussy that is just made for me. I enjoy every single bit of it. But it makes me realize something as well. Lynexia will let me fuck her if I made the move, not become, she genuinely desires it but because of the full moon in the tip of our fingers. It has also made me realize that the reason she is tolerant of me and seems to like my presence is also because of the full moon. So I take it upon myself to be the voice of reason here even though it is the most impossible task that I have ever done in thirty years of being alive. I decided to ignore Lynexia so she wouldn't have sex with me and potentially regret it. As soon as the full moon passes, she will be back to herself and she will regret everythi
Dimitri and I haven't spoken since last night happened. Specifically, Dimitri has been ignoring me. While I am glad that he saved me from being mortified by not reminding me that I let him fuck me with his fingers—him, who I am supposed to hate, I don't like that he is ignoring me. I should welcome his disinterest since it makes my game of hating him easier, but I don't. It makes me feel a hollow in my chest, a gnawing. My wolf is down and anything that affects her affects me too. As usual, we made our usual morning greetings and ate breakfast together. Then he called Gavin to come give me a ride to the training complex with the excuse that he had other plans only for me to find him in his office, going through some files with Seraphina. Not a hint of a swirl of anger reckons in me at that scene when I entered his office.I don't confront him because I found the pride I lost yesterday. He doesn't even look fazed that I caught him red-handed for lying to me and I don't push it. I als
Though a rush of cool air sweeps over me, it fails to quench the warmth I feel from the intense hunger that burns in Dimitri's gaze. His eyes don't leave mine as he reaches for the body wash. With deliberate slowness, he begins to glide his hands over my skin. His first touch, trails along the valley between my breasts, causing a shiver to cascade over me. His fingers trail up my arm, lingering at the curve of my shoulder before tracing a slow path down my neck, finding his way to my breasts again. A helpless sigh let out of my mouth as he brushes his thumb over my nipple. My body aches with his touch. "Dimi." "You love that?" His voice is a husky murmur. I can only nod, unable to form a word. He catches my other nipple between his fingers, gently flicking. "So sensitive. My butterfly." He continues to nibble my tits, teasing and tantalizing until I'm quivering. A trail of fire follows as he slides a hand down my stomach, his finger finding their way to the sensitive area betw
The sound of the car engine fills the silence throughout the ride home to Jax's house. Dimitri's hand also stays wrapped around mine. Every few seconds, my gaze darts back to the backseat where Jax's brother lay pale. Being about to save him still feels like a dream to me. Like an illusion in the corner of my mind. For the first time, I have a sense of purpose that fills the emptiness within me. And my power doesn't seem as useless as I thought because I just saved a life—altered someone's destiny. This gives me hope that I can face whatever comes I have never felt like this in a very long time. For once in my life, I feel like I have a sense of purpose and usefulness. That my powers aren't just for decoration and I can actually change fates. It gives me hope that I can overcome whatever challenges lay ahead.Upon arriving at Jax's house, Jax himself is pacing the front of the building surrounded by a few warriors. The moment he sees our car, he sprints towards us. I release a wea
I don't question Lynexia as I speed the heavy rain to Jax's towards house, the supposedly next victim of the throat slasher. The only sentence Lynexia told me was that Jax wasn't the next victim. Not that I understand what she met by that, I just followed her lead. As i screech to an halt, I watch Lynexia bolt out of the car into the rain. I don't wait time as I follow after. Zarek, who has been in charge of guarding Jax shoots an eyebrow up as Lynexia races past him into the house. A furrow etches on his eyebrow. "What is going on?" I mutter, following Lynexia into the house. "I can't explain but Jax isn't the next victim." Zarek's jaw clenches. "So what are our orders, Alpha?" "For now?" My voice is tight as I say. "Anything Lynexia says." He bows curtly, not questioning me. When enter the house, Lynexia is pacing through the length of the room and Jax is seated on the couch. He seems to be in a utter state of confusion with me and Lynexia's presence. "Do you have a brother
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