Wolf Bond

I can’t believe what I am seeing with my own eyes, because not even in my wildest dream I have thought the person behind all this is not someone else but Donovon himself.

How could he do this to me? To us?

What's the need for all this? Is he also after me like everyone else?

But Moon Goddess has chosen him as my mate. Has she done a mistake? Our love, our mate bond meant nothing to him, that he actually hurt me in the worst way possible.

Ella... because of him she had died. If it weren’t of Wolfie, then my daughter would have still have been dead resting in the womb of the Earth.

Tears of frustration build up inside my eyes, while my heart is hurting like someone has crushed it with their bare hands.

"Ivory, don’t believe what you are seeing..." A faint voice resonates from inside me... a voice that sounds familiar. But I am not able to recall whose voice is this, but my heart is telling me that I have to believe this voice.

“Why are you doing this?” I can’t help but ask him as the feeling of betrayal twisting my heart painfully. “What did I do to you?”

“You did nothing.” He shakes his head, “But it is your fault that you made me fell in love with you.” He smiles, but this smile doesn’t warm my heart, it makes me hate myself.

“I deserve you, Ivory.” His smile looks crazy, “No one but me.”

“You are the one because of whom my daughter died.” My jaws tense in anger, as I recall the pain which I have felt when I had lost Ella.

“I didn’t kill her...” His tone turns angier, his hands clenched into fists, “I never wanted anything to happen her...” He whispers almost to himself.

“But look she is okay.” He grins looking at me, like that should make me happy, “Such a beautiful and special pup she is. Our pup is just like us, Ivory, like us even she is special.”

Our pup?

“Don’t you dare call her your pup, she is not your pup only mine.” I growl and suddenly another growl comes from beside me making me realize we are not alone.

Wolfie bares his teeth at Donovon, as he takes a threatening step towards him.

Wolfie... my eyes widen for a fraction of second as something clicks in my mind.

This is not Donovon, at least not my Donovon.

And the way Wolfie is reacting is clearly indicating that he is not his wolf.

But his smell, the mark on his neck... is just like my Donovon’s. No two persons can have same scent, each person has his own individual scent. One can conceal their scent, but they can never change their scent.

I don’t know what is happening, but I know it in my heart the person in front of me is not him.

"Who are you?" I directly stares into his eyes, as I place my hand on Wolfie's neck trying to calm him

"You know who I am, Ivory." He shrugs, "I am Donovon."

"That you are, but you are not my Donovon." I don't break the eye contact. "So just tell me who the hell are you?" I enunciate slowly while grinding my teeth.

"I am him, and he is me," He replies in riddle adding more to my anger, "I am his curse, and if I die then even he will... because we are one." He smirks evilly, while I feel like my blood running cold because if there is even slightest truth in his words then this will change everything.

But the question is how am I going to fight him?

Abruptly, something happens and the next moment I feel myself falling down in a spiral.

"Wolfie!" I yell trying to grab him, but nothing comes in my hand and neither I could hear him.