Chapter 2

Destin POV

I am forced to watch from the sidelines as my little mate writhes with pleasure under Charlie. Her fingers press into his back while he trusts into her. My cock is throbbing, and I am desperate to touch her. I want to be the one to please her, but no matter how I try, I can't reach them. She screams his name in pleasure, and I growl in anger.

I jolt awake. It is the fifth night in a row that I have dreamed of her. Each night has been a different view of Charlie fucking her.

I try to lie to myself and say if they end up together, I will be happy for them. I don't want another mate. But it is all lies. Every moment of my day is consumed with thoughts of her, and now she is seeping into my dreams. When I left her in the Immortal Realm, I thought that would be the end of it. That was until I found myself in the city that surrounds the Werewolf Royal mansion. For the past year, I have stalked her like a fucking creep, looking for a flaw. If Wren has any flaws, I have yet to find them.

She draws me in like a moth to a flame. So many times, I almost stepped from the shadows to steal her away, but I never did. Now, she is just a few miles away, and it is driving me crazy. Charlie isn't fucking helping with his updates. He is smitten with her, and I just might kill him for it.

At first, I thought he was trying to urge me to meet her, but now I can see it for what it is. He is falling for her. I just have to decide if I want to stop him or not.

Glancing out the window, I see it is already getting dark outside. I slept all fucking day. Wren is giving a speech at the Gravestone Pack in a few hours. I shouldn't go, but I am going to. I have to see her, but I will make sure she doesn't see me.

After I dress, I mask my scent. I could use my glamour as well, but my magic tends to waver when I am around her. It is better if I just hide my scent.

It would be faster if I flew to the pack house, but that will only draw attention. Instead, I jump in my beat-up truck. It is older than dirt, but it runs.

The guards wave me through the gates, and I park outside the pack house, but I can't get out of the truck. I am nervous. I have walked this earth for centuries, and I can only remember being this nervous once before—when I met Macy. Now, when I look back on that memory, I cringe. She was not meant for me. I was too blind to see it. It wasn't until I laid eyes on Wren that I realized just how stupid I was being. How could I have ever found Macy attractive when Wren exists?

A tap on my window makes me jump. Charlie's Beta, Tessa, is smiling at me. "What's up, creeper?"

"Shut up," I snap at her.

She pulls my door open. "Just meet her and stop torturing yourself. You are pathetic."

"I can't," I reply.

"You are a child," she rolls her eyes.

Tessa walks away but leaves my door wide open. I consider leaving, but the sound of Wren's laughter turns my head.

She is standing on the front porch of the pack house, greeting Gravestone Pack members. She looks confident, but I have studied her from afar for too long. She can't fool me. She is nervous.

I get out of my truck without thinking. I don't take my eyes off her. Her bottom lip is quivering; something has upset her, and she is trying to hold it together. The urge to comfort her is overwhelming. Maybe Tessa is right. Tonight is the night. I should meet her.

As I step from the shadows, Charlie joins her on the porch. His hand brushes against hers, and she takes a deep breath. Her shoulders relax, and her smile brightens. I am too late. She has fallen for him.

Wren looks glances in my direction, and I am frozen. It is the first time her eyes have met mine since the first day I saw her. Charlie reaches for her hand and tries to lead her inside. I can't be here any longer. I am likely to kill my best friend if I stay here.

I turn back to my truck, and sparks travel up my hand. "Wait," Wren whispers.

Her voice is soft and delicate, just like everything about her. I try to pull my hand away, but she tightens her fingers.

"I need to go," I grumble. "I don't belong here."

"Then I will go with you," she replies.

A strand of hair falls in her eyes, and I calmly brush it away. I cup her cheek, and she lets out a grateful sigh. I could stay like this forever. "This speech is important. I remind her. I am not."

"I disagree," she smiles. "But I will let you go if you promise to come back."

I finally drop my hand. She whimpers and closes the distance between us. "I'm not making promises."

A single tear drips from her eye. "Because you can't lie to me."

My fingers itch to wipe the tear away, but instead, I step away. She drops my hand and spins around. My heart aches as I watch her run away, but what kills me is when she collapses into Charlie's arms. His arms wrap around her protectively, and he scowls in my direction.

I hate him more than I have hated anyone. Possibly more than I hate Selene. But she will be safe with him. He will care for her in ways I can't. She will be safe with him.

I forgo my truck and let my wings sprout from my back. My wings take me higher into the air, and I turn in the direction of my cabin. As I fly, I begin to regret my decision to leave her behind. But what's done is done.

From the sky, I see a light shining inside my cabin. I never get visitors, especially not ones who invite themselves into my house. When I land on the ground, my front door flies open, and a gray-haired Fae woman steps out.

"What the fuck were you thinking?" She snaps at me.

Rolling my eyes, I push past her. "It is nice to see you too, Nyx. But you need to stop spying on my future."

"Is this about Macy?" She chases me inside.

"Butt out," I growl at her.

"No," she spits. "You keep fucking up."