ALPHA CYRUS - Fallen King

1. Watch me, watch You

UPDATE ON THE FIRST BOOK! I HAVE FINALLY REWRITTEN AND RE-UPLOADED BOOK ONE AFTER IT WAS DELETED!

BOOK ONE: ALPHA CYRUS.RISING KING! Check My page to find it!!!

THIS IS ALPHA CYRUS - F A L L E N K I N G - BOOK 2!

Just a recap - Cyrus now has purple eyes because he was injected with the poisonous rogue serum. 

Neveah saved Cyrus with her powers and exchanged his life for her own fertility.

She lied to Cyrus about it. Mr Macy & Enzo are aware of her secret.

Although Nevaeh saved Cyrus, the serum was very powerful so its having some side effects on Cyrus..

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MATURE CONTENT! 18+ pls

~ One Year Later ~

BloodMoon Packhouse - 11:30 AM

"Where are you taking me?" Nevaeh asked as I grabbed her palm and led her up the staircase to the second floor.

"Don't ask questions," I ordered and I watched as she frowned and jerked her arm away from me. My wolf growled lowly at the action and I stopped in my tracks and turned to face her, stepping closer to her and I placed my hand on her chin.

"Do you trust me?" I asked her, my voice low and I could feel my purple-stained eyes flashing black with lust.

"Should I?" She smirked, teasing me and I raised my eyebrows, my eyes darting to her plump lips.. Those fucking lips..

Tearing my eyes away from her lips, I looked up at her, daring her to continue resisting.

"Obviously I trust you!" She spat out and I smiled and gave her chin a little squeeze, in which my mate frowned at the childish act and shook her head away from my hands.

"Good, so shut up and follow me," I said and grabbed her right hand, leading her towards the Paint room.

"If you think I'm going to sit there frozen for hours again, you'll be dead wrong --"

"Fucking hell Nevaeh! You never listen, do you?" I let out a frustrated sigh and let go of her hands and pushed the door open. 

I waited for her to walk in first and she did, stepping into the familiar room.

At first, I had planned to convert this room into a gameroom for Jarrod but Nevaeh decided against it. Her argument was that the PackHouse had several rooms that Jarrod and the other children could use, without having to sacrifice my own passions.

"Are you going to tell me what we're doing here?" She asked, turning to face me.

I nodded and walked towards her, then past her, towards the black cupboard behind her. She spun herself around to face me and watched as I took out a key from my pocket and unlocked the doors.

"I never showed you the finished piece." I finally said and she cocked her head to the side in intrigue. "I was going to but with everything with Logan and the other shit, it slipped my mind," I explained and pulled out a large canvas and lifted it up, placing it on the easel near the window.

"It's been almost a year since you drew it." She added and I nodded, watching her intensively. 

The canvas was covered in a velvet black sheet and she stepped towards it, her fingers pulling it up slightly.

"No," I interjected and grabbed her hand. "Sit down, I want to unveil it for you," I said sheepishly and she smiled widely watching me in amusement.

Nevaeh was the only person that I permitted to witness my work. So her opinion mattered..alot.