Erica’s POV
“Dante, stay away from me!”
“No, Erica. I love you. You are mine. I will not sit back and let another man snatch you from me.
Not while I’m still breathing.”
He pulled me close to him and I struggled to get away. I couldn’t trust myself to be around him. I
couldn’t fall for him again.
He held on tight to me and slammed me against the wall.
“Dante! Stop!”
“Erica, you know that you want this as much as I do. I am your mate. I am the one who owns you.
The Moon Goddess put us together. I want you and no one else. Can’t you understand that?”
He leaned in closer to me and I began to tremble in fear. My mind became clouded and I could
feel my struggling becoming weaker and weaker.
My body was giving in to his demands and my desires were intertwining with his.
He leaned in towards me, our lips were mere inches away from each other when someone
barged into the room.
“Erica?!”
I jerked in fright and looked over Dante’s shoulder. My legs turned to jelly and my face was
flushed with shame and embarrassment.
“Lor…Lorenzo, it’s not what you think?”
The anger and disappointment on his face shattered my soul. He couldn’t even look me in the
eyes anymore.
“I trusted you, Erica! I loved you and gave everything for you but you chose him! You chose him
over me!”
“Lorenzo, it’s…”
He slammed the door behind me and I fell to my knees.
“Lorenzo! Lorenzo! Lor…”
Bang! Bang! Bang!
I jumped out of the bed in fright and fell to the hard floor. My heart leaped out of my chest and I
was covered in sweat.
It was just a dream. It was just a bad dream.
I was trying to recollect my thoughts when the banging came again.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The thudding gave me new reasons to panic. I looked at the clock on my phone. It was one in the
morning. Who on earth could be at my door at such an hour?
I grabbed my house robe and wrapped it around myself. I tip-toed to the window and looked
downstairs. I saw a man at the door but I couldn’t tell who it was.
I felt even more fear. Was that Hazan or one of his minions? Had he found me? Was he here to
kill me?
My breathing became shallow and erratic. And my eyes were wide and I lost composure all over
again.
The banging continued and I jerked and my senses came rushing back to me.
I had to see who it was. If I kept ignoring, the person might break in. If it was Hazan or his
minions, I wasn’t going to go down without a fight.
I headed downstairs as silently as I could and grabbed a broom that leaned on the wall.
I clutched it tightly and walked towards the door. The banging came again and I had to cover my
mouth to keep myself from squealing.
It was a miracle that the kids were still able to sleep despite the ruckus in the house.
I got to the door and looked through the peephole. There were actually two men and one of
them was supporting the other man by slinging his arm over his shoulder.
He knocked again.
“Fuck, man! Isn’t anyone home?”
The second man seemed irritated. I looked closer and saw that the other guyI gaspedLorenzo!
I hurriedly opened the door and the second guy seemed relieved.
“I nearly thought that no one was home. I was about to consider dropping him on the floor and
heading home.”
The irritated man had a scowl on his face and when I looked over his shoulder, I saw a cab parked
behind him.
“Where did you find my husband?” I asked in shock and relief as I took Lorenzo from him and
slung his arm over my shoulder.
“He was running away from a club. There had been a shooting. It seems he was caught by a stray
bullet. I offered to take him to the hospital but he insisted to be brought home and then he
passed out.”
I was stunned. I looked at his body and there were indeed six bullet holes on his chest and blood
had stained his shirt.
He smelled strongly of alcohol too. He was dead drunk.
“Thank you. I’ll take over from here. Could you leave your account details and I will send you the
fare? I rushed down here without any cash or my phone.”
The cab driver obliged and pulled out a paper with his details and he placed it in the pocket of my
house robe.
He left and I struggled to haul Lorenzo’s drunk body inside.
I headed to the living room and placed him on the sofa. He felt like a tree and groaned as he hit
the soft foam but didn’t wake up.
I lay him on his back and rushed to get the first aid kit in the kitchen.
The bleeding had reduced which meant that the bullets were still embedded in his chest but his
werewolf healing abilities had caused his skin to heal around them. I had to take them out so that
he could heal properly.
I got the first aid kit and took out some gauze, spirit, and a pair of tweezers.
I tore his tattered shirt off and cleaned the wounds. Seeing six holes in his chest made my skin
crawl but I pulled myself together and began to pull out the metal cartridges one by one.
In a few minutes, he was fine and his skin continued its normal healing process.
I stared at his exhausted and bloody face. Was he really that angry at me that he had to go and
drink at a club?
I felt a tear stream silently down my face. He deserved so much more.
I finally decided to take him to the guest room to rest. I didn’t have the energy to drag him
upstairs to get him properly cleaned up. He needed rest.
I gathered the strength and dragged his heavy body to the guest room.
I opened the door with my foot, like an acrobat, and took him inside.
He was still asleep and as soon as he fell on the soft foam, he grunted and stirred in his sleep.
“Erissa, I luf woo.”
I sighed and kissed his forehead. I needed to treat him better.
“I love you too.”