Werewolves long for the day they meet their mates. For Zane and Alessandra that's not the case. Zane is in love with Alessandra's sister and Alessandra isn't looking for love. Can these stubborn wolves resist the mate bond?
They might deny the bond...
It was a warm summer day and the teenagers of Blood Moon had decided to spend the day at the lake. On the trek towards their secret spot on the lake, a few of them had slipped and their bodies slid down the dirt.
Zane watched as Alessandra rushed to help them. There was no need for her to be the Good Samaritan, werewolves healed rapidly. Yet the youngest Romano quickly scaled the fall and began to make her way down. She helped each and every one of the few people who had fallen.
Zane was conflicted. On one hand, what she did could be considered admirable and to most, it would be, but to him, it made her a loser. What was the point? They could have gotten up without her help and learned to be more careful next time, yet Miss Goodie Goodie had to go out and make herself seem better than everyone else.
His eyes always lingered a little too long on Alessandra but she seemed to never pay him any attention. He didn't blame her, after all his favorite childhood pass time was getting a rise out of her. It seems that she had not forgotten even though they were both almost adults now.
Zane shifted his attention to Isabel whose eyes were already trained on him. His dad had been on his ass lately about fixing his "whore like behavior" so it seemed like a good idea at the time to pursue Isabel. She was always following him around but she was strong, resilient, and slightly manipulative. She seemed as broken as him and that appeased his insecurities because Zane De Luca would never give away his heart.
He always chalked it up to his mother's gruesome death and his father's downward spiral that followed. He never considered that he had left his heart in the palms of a little girl all those years ago. The one with the big brown eyes that did not speak to him but offered her condolences with her eyes along with a white rose, his mother's favorite. Then she shifted into her little wolf and trotted away.
When Zane had looked into those eyes, he had forgotten that his mother was torn limb from limb and that he had watched and was unable to do anything as the attackers held his small body down to the ground.
If he could help it, he would never fail anyone like that ever again.
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ALESSANDRA ROMANO
He had run away. In typical Zane fashion, he ran from the problem instead of facing it head-on. A man who was already feared by many could not get his personal affairs in order. Could you believe it?
I see the desire in his eyes when he looks at me. I saw the fear when I had been attacked by spirits in Italy. The constant hate that boils around the edges of both of our eyes has now turned into something less sinister. How ironic, I had pledged to hate him and now I wanted him with everything I had. Sort of. I wanted to fuck him all night long but a part of me wanted to strangle him.
