Isabella was in and out of consciousness for what seemed like days. She was in a cocoon of listlessness in the little time that she was aware of things around her but then she couldn’t hold on to her consciousness enough before she slipped away again. She was frustrated by the scents and hands she felt around her as something quite unpleasant was poured down her throat. She heard voices. Voice of an angry Damien arguing with someone about her…yes, she was sure it was about her. A more boisterous voice that seemed more rational. She could have sworn that he heard Morgan’s voice at a time. Even felt that soothing presence suffused with that distinguishable, scents of Jasmine, thyme and that distinct scent she had not been able to detect; the scent of earth. Morgan doesn’t use perfume and she had only looked blankly at Isabella when she once asked her what brand she uses. She had simply said that Isabella must be perceiving the scent of her essence.Isabella still had no idea how that w
“Fuck you!” Liam Drako, aka Dark Lord, spat out blood towards Damien. His blood-stained mouth spread out in a sickening grin as he gave Damien a disdainful look. “You can be sure that you will pay for this” “No, I am sure that no such thing would happen. You can be assured that you will tremble if you know who I am. In the meantime, tell me why you dared to put your filthy hands on my sister” Damien demanded, his gaze domineering and his eyes bloodred in the dimly lit room. Sky swallowed hard as he looked from Damien to the stubborn man tied to the cane chair with nothing but Damien’s will. The man had been like that since yesterday when damien had brought him over unconscious. Damien had asked Sky to look over him while he went back to tend to businesses that he told Sky nothing about. He had only informed him that Isabella would not be coming home that night when he asked about her. Sky had never seen Damien like that before. Though he knew that the Lord of Origins had power that n
Damien had no idea what happened between the werewolf and his sister but he knew that there was a tremendous difference. He had no intention of prying into Isabella’s privacy but he hoped that she would tell him if the Mexican was coercing her into doing anything. Though Damien doubted that anybody could force Isabella to do what she did not want to do he also knew a bit about the power of the mating bond. He knew that the Alpha had the advantage over Isabella since he knew more about the making bond than Isabella. Isabella wouldn’t say anything to him about it though. Apart from the terse “I know what I am doing” that she had thrown at him when he asked, she had not said anything else to him.Morgan had only sighed slightly and said something cryptic about fate. Damien should have known that he shouldn’t count on her to be a fountain of information. She had been a quiet person, though a bit sassy when he first knew her. Her cut-short journey didn’t get her out of her shell. If nothi
There was a strain in the relationship between Damien and Michael and he had not taken the time to iron it out. But then he had invited the clan leader as well since this had to do with them all. Though he knew that Michael wouldn’t dare to ignore an order, he had wondered if he would hearken to his call if he made it a request. So, a request he had made it. He had sent him an email telling him the importance of the meeting and why he should be there. As Damien saw Michael stand in the doorway, looking uncomfortably formal and distant, he felt he should have handled the situation better. Yes, Michael might have shown his disappointment in the fact that Damien had done what was against the rules of the clan but Damien doubted that he would have been narrowminded if he knew the real reason why Damien had flipped in the first place. That was not well done of me. He thought. “Well, thank God you do not have to be all-knowing before you can be a leader. We had all be doomed!” said an un
Isabella paused in her stride as she took in the people in the room. The disinterested-looking, Michael. Her face heated a bit when she caught the gaze of the Alpha who looked as if he couldn’t take his eyes off her even if his life depended on it. The Dark Lord, whose glower was enough to peel skin off anybody’s back and Allan, the richly dressed, middle-aged regaled in a navy blue, exotic tunic. Allan was openly admiring Isabella’s beauty and he smiled broadly at her when she looked at him, which only earned him a glower from Asher, an amused snort from Liam, and a polite nod from Isabella. “What is this all about, Damien?” she asked as she moved towards him. “I know you said we would discuss it when others get here but I have no idea what kind of a meeting would warrant this….this gathering,” she asked as she used her hands to encompass the people seated. “Come have your seat, sister,” Damien said and Allan patted the chair beside him with a harming tone. “You can come and sit wi
Isabella Kovarick was shocked to the core of her soul about what happened at the meeting. She couldn’t believe that she knew nothing after all. She had once thought that knowledge about her powers and the fact that she was not the biological daughter of King Saldus was the hardest thing he would have to deal with. She was amazed to realise that that was nothing at all compared to what was waiting for her. She felt betrayed and lost. She couldn’t believe that Damien had kept such a huge truth away from her. Even Morgan. Though Morgan had only discovered the true identity of Morgan recently, according to her, it still didn’t excuse the fact that she had known at least for days or months in fact and none of them had deemed it fit to tell her. She couldn’t deny the fact that she had probably proven difficult by demanding that the tiniest of details were explained to her about what was going on. The fact th Damien had done that patiently every time she asked still did not change her disp
As she got into her car, she wondered if the goddess had chosen him to be her mate just because of the mission they had to accomplish together. That was what Damien had called it. She would be damned if she would act foolishly over a man who might just be there because of the mission bond, link, or whatever it could be called. She was going to forget him and any attraction that she might have felt for him over the past weeks. What assurance does she have that those feelings were not just part of what the goddess wanted her to feel so that their bond could be stronger for the mission? She could only think of one place at that moment that could put a balm on her raging thoughts. Isabella was glad to find the beach deserted at that time of the year. Nobody running around or chattering to distract her thoughts. She could see a figure from afar and it seemed like someone was out there just sitting sprawled in a lean-back chair with something, a hat maybe? covering their upturned face wh
The next convergence was more strained than the first. Isabella had noticed that it had nothing to do with her pretended anger at Damien or the rest of them. Asher had been able to make her see some reason later that day. At first, he was angry at her for not informing him that she was a virgin. “What difference does it make?” she had snapped at him when she had felt tempted to apologize or feel bad for what she had done. Then she had gathered the torn strap of her dress that had been ripped in his hurry to get her entirely naked. For a ridiculous moment, she felt tears come to her eyes as she stomped awkwardly away on the once romantic beach sand that now seemed annoying to her as it impeded what she would have wanted to be a graceful walk away from the bastard. She hated the squeal that came out of her mouth as she suddenly found herself off her feet and she was wrapped in a strong arm that carried her effortlessly. She wanted to stretch more into the enveloping arms and sigh as th