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...
"I will love you until the day I die, and then I'll love you from hell." -Angelino Bellandi (Forgivable Sins)
Dear Rosanna,
I've turned into a monster. I hope you do not harbor any hate for me. I'm unable to stand the thought.
What can a man do when his light has been stolen? A better man would fight but it's much easier to give in to the darkness. At least this way I don't have to be present to live this life where I cannot see you.
Do you ever wonder what our child would have been like? I know they'd have your smile, it's too perfect to not be passed down.
Such thoughts plague me day in and day out.
So do you see my love, why I cannot fight the dark? It seems as if the blood that drips from my hands after I've dragged a corpse to Selene's temple is the only thing keeping me sane because if all goes well, it will bring me one step closer to you.
Your mate, Lorenzo
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ALESSANDRA ROMANO
My mouth waters as a rush of nausea goes through me.
It's been two hours since I woke up on Zane's chest caked in mud and smelling like a pig. I cannot believe I let all that time go when I should have been planning and making sure everything was in order for the party tonight. Actually, "party" might not be the right word. Today is the day that my pack is going to run with me and Zane as their alphas.
It's important for this to go perfectly and just the mere thought of walking downstairs to greet everyone makes me want to throw up.
I close my eyes and lean against the dresser. I focus on the cool wood at my fingertips and the brisk breeze coming into the room because of the balcony door. My eyes open and I stare at myself in the mirror above the dresser. I opted to keep my hair back in a low bun with some loose tendrils of hair framing my face. The burgundy sundress I'm wearing matches my earrings.
A knock sounds on the door followed by a deep baritone voice.
"Alessandra?"
"Come in," I respond.
Zane steps through the door dressed in a black button-down and black pants. His fingers are adorned with his usual rings and a thin chain with the pack's crest lies on his neck. His eyes give me a slow perusal before shining with lust.
"You look beautiful, amore," he says, walking closer to me.
"Thank you," I whisper, still trying not to puke.
The scent of pine nearly drowns me when Zane wraps my body in a hug. Simply inhaling his scent helps calm me down. I clutch on his body and try to take deep breaths.
