Chase POV:
Damn, she was wild. Not just wild—she ca with the ninja commando package. And, okay, so maybe I did look like a creep. Stalker-ish? Sure. But I was just trying to keep an eye on her. She was my other half, even if she didn’t know it yet. I couldn’t let her walk around at night alone. What if sothing happened to her?
That’s what I told myself. But truthfully, I could’ve walked away once I saw her go into the house safely. Nope. Instead, I stood there like so weirdo, lurking in the shadows, staring up at her window like the lovesick idiot I’d apparently beco. Of course, she caught . Of course, I wasn’t fast enough to leave before she spotted .
Now, a normal person would’ve called the cops or scread bloody murder. Maybe they’d have ignored altogether and filed a restraining order later. Not her. No, Leila marched out of that house like an angry mother catching her kid sneaking cookies before dinner.
I’d barely had ti to process her furious footsteps before she shouted, "Co out! I know you’re here."
Oh boy. I stepped out from behind her, ready to explain. "Look, I—"
Before I could finish, she spun around like a damn action hero and bam—her fist connected with my face. Hard. I heard, and felt, the sickening crunch of cartilage breaking.
"What the fuck?!" I shouted, clutching my nose. Pain exploded across my face, and blood started dripping down my hand. I staggered back a step, looking at her in shock.
Her stance scread I dare you to step closer, and the fire in her eyes said she’d follow up that punch with a kick to places I’d rather keep intact.
"Why are you spying on ?" she demanded, voice sharp and accusing.
"I wasn’t spying!" I said, still cradling my nose. "I was just—"
"Oh, you were what? Stalking ?"
Ouch. She wasn’t wrong, exactly, but still. "No, I wasn’t—okay, maybe a little? But it’s not what you think!"
Her glare was ice cold. "Get lost before I do sothing worse."
Before I could even think of responding, she turned on her heel and marched back to her house like she hadn’t just broken a guy’s nose.
I stood there in stunned silence, watching her disappear inside. My nose throbbed, but I didn’t dare move my hand. She’d be back with a stake if she noticed it healing too quickly. And wouldn’t that just make things worse? The last thing I needed was for her to think I was so kind of monster. Okay, technically, I was a monster—but I wasn’t that kind of monster.
I let out a shaky laugh, still clutching my nose. "Damn, girl. You’ve got a punch."
I glanced back up at the house, her silhouette briefly visible behind the curtains. That fiery woman was my other half. My *soulmate. And what had I done so far? Lurked around like a total creep and got my nose broken.
"Great job, Chase," I muttered to myself. "Real smooth."
But I wasn’t giving up. She was stubborn, sure—but so was I. She’d see differently one day. Sohow, I’d prove I wasn’t just so random stalker. I’d prove I was worthy of her.
Even if it ant dodging a few more punches along the way.
I stood there for a mont longer, nursing my pride along with my nose. Watching the light in her window flick off, I decided it was ti to retreat—at least for the night. But I wasn’t giving up, not by a long shot.
As I walked back to my car, parked a block away to avoid looking like even more of a stalker, I thought about my next move. Leila was... different. Humans were rarely this hard to read, this fiery, this—okay, I’ll say it—terrifying. But she wasn’t just human, was she? Her scent was layered, complex, tinged with sothing feral. A wolf, no doubt about it. And not just any wolf—a luna. Why didn’t slt her wolf before? Why now? Was it because I had angered her bring her wolf to the surface making scent her?
She was a wolf.
I couldn’t believe it. I, Chase Miller, a vampire, was mated to a wolf. A freaking wolf! What in the unholy na of the moon goddess was she thinking? Was this so kind of cosmic joke? A test to see how far my patience could be stretched before I snapped?
Don’t get wrong, I wasn’t so anti-wolf bigot or anything. But wolves and vampires? We didn’t mix. It wasn’t just a social thing; it was biological. Oil and water had better chances of getting along than we did. Our energies repelled each other naturally, like magnets flipped the wrong way. Wolves were fiery, impulsive, and territorial. Vampires? Cold, calculating, and—let’s face it—superior.
But this wasn’t just any wolf. She was my mate. My other half. The one being in existence that I was destined to spend eternity with, for better or worse. And I’d be damned—well, more damned than I already was—if I let this slip through my cold, undead fingers.
Still, this was going to be a problem.
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I slumped into the worn leather armchair in my apartnt, staring into the dying embers of the fire I’d lit earlier. The soft glow flickered across the room, casting shadows that danced mockingly on the walls. I could almost hear the moon goddess laughing at .
"A wolf?" I muttered, running a hand through my hair. "Of all the creatures on this Earth, you had to pick a wolf?"
I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees, and sighed. My mind drifted back to her. Leila. The way her dark eyes burned with defiance. The way she marched down those steps last night, fearlessly confronting what she thought was a stalker. Hell, she even punched .
And she broke my nose.
It still made chuckle, even though it shouldn’t. She had spirit, that one. Enough spirit to make forget, even for a mont, the monuntal *disaster* her existence was going to cause in my world.
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The supernatural world wasn’t exactly built on unity and understanding. Vampires and wolves had been at odds for centuries. Sure, we had treaties, alliances when it suited us. But deep down? We hated each other. Wolves thought we were soulless parasites, leeching off the living. Vampires thought wolves were savage beasts, unable to control their primal urges.
Now, imagine what would happen when the world found out a vampire was mated to a luna.
Yeah, I could already hear the uproar.
The Order would lose its collective mind. They’d call it a betrayal, an abomination, a sign of weakness. And the wolves? Her pack would probably want my head on a silver platter. Maybe literally.
But none of that mattered. Not really. Because this wasn’t just about politics or centuries-old grudges. This was about her.
Leila.
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She had no idea what she was to . Hell, she didn’t even know what I was. To her, I was just an annoyingly persistent human, maybe a little too handso for my own good. She didn’t know about the bond that tied us together, the pull that made my undead heart ache every ti she walked away.
I’d been alive—or undead—for centuries, and I’d never felt anything like this. It wasn’t just her scent, though that was enough to drive insane. It was the way she carried herself, the fire in her eyes, the strength in her voice. She wasn’t just any wolf. She was special.
But how the hell was I supposed to explain that to her?
"Hi, Leila. Nice to et you. By the way, I’m a vampire, and you’re my mate. Surprise!"
Yeah, that would go over well. She’d probably try to stake , and knowing her, she’d get pretty damn close to succeeding.
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I leaned back in the chair, closing my eyes. This wasn’t going to be easy. But when had anything in my life ever been easy? I’d faced rogue vampires, supernatural hunters, and centuries of loneliness. I could handle this.
Right?
I couldn’t just tell her the truth. Not yet. She was already on edge, running from sothing—or soone—that terrified her. She didn’t need adding to her problems.
But I couldn’t stay away, either. The bond wouldn’t let . Every ti I tried to put so distance between us, it pulled back, stronger than before. It was like a leash around my neck, dragging toward her no matter how much I resisted.
And I didn’t want to resist. Not really.
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Tomorrow, I’d see her again. I’d sit in that little café, order my coffee, and pretend I was just another human. I’d watch her from across the room, stealing glances when she wasn’t looking, soaking in every mont I could get with her.
Eventually, I’d find a way to tell her the truth. But for now, I’d take it one day at a ti.
Because no matter how impossible this seed, no matter how much chaos it was going to cause, one thing was certain:
She was mine.
And I wasn’t letting her go.
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