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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
Isabella realised something else as well. The house had a feel to it. The feel of…“Where is everyone?”Asher shrugged “It is just you and me tonight, babe. You and me. No one else but us”Isabella had no idea why that had brought tears to her eyes and she simply pressed her lips to his before she whispered “Show me”And he had done just that. It had been a night long of unforgettable experiences. He had started by taking her to the bath where steaming water strewn with rose petals was already in the bath. They both got in and the temperature of the water did a lot to ease Isabella’s aching organ. She had been mortified when he offered to watch her down there but she had finally allowed him and it had been the most sensual and pampered feeling she had ever had with that part of her body, unless one wanted to count the earlier intrusion of course. The washing had of course led to other things and they left the bath after it had gone cold. To her frustration, he did not claim her though.
The silence that followed Asher’s outburst didn’t last long. Damien stood up and looked at them all. “Well?” Isabella asked impatiently. “He is supposed to be dead. But he is not,” Damien answered. “That makes no sense,” Isabella said slowly, even as the possibility sank in. “Oh, it makes sense when we are dealing with a wizard of the First Order whose vengeful spirit seemed to be so great that his essence could still withstand the destructive touch of that dreaded Niorco spell,” Morgan said quietly. Everyone’s attention was directed at her, though. One could hear the gravity behind her wording. Trepidation laced her tone as she continued her statement. It was almost as if she was in another world as she said, “Ulric Diablos. The greatest of the First Order wizards He is one of a kind, and he had not made much of a splash until the atrocities were committed against his own. First-order wizards are not the type to mingle with others. Their powers are said to be so great that ordin