Chapter One
Deepa groaned as she opened her eyes, unsurprised to find herself naked in Axel's arms once more.
Her stomach grumbled, begging for food, her head pounding.
It felt like a hangover.
The night before was a blur. She'd been a complete mess after being reminded of Parker's death, and then she was all over Axel.
The man who turned her into a werewolf and ruined her life.
Her enemy.
She was insane. The infection must have seeped into her brain.
There was something seriously wrong with her, and it was all his fault.
Deepa carefully slipped out of his grasp, hissing at the sting between her legs. They had gone twice again that evening, once on all fours as he rutted into her from behind like a dog.
Deepa pulled her clothes off the floor, quickly slipping them on and heading out the door.
Luke was sitting at the kitchen table, scrolling through his phone in front of an array of freshly cooked omelets and sausages. The enticing scent wafted through the air, causing her stomach to rumble loudly.
"Hungry?" Luke looked up from his phone with a grin. "Might as well get one last meal in before you disappear again."
Deepa glared at him.
"Or not," Luke sighed, returning his attention to his phone.
Deepa made her way to the table and grabbed a plate.
She quickly loaded it with a mountain of food that she enthusiastically shoveled into her mouth.
It was delicious, the perfect balance of egg, cheese and vegetables.
Luke glanced up, his eyes following her movements.
"So..." he said slowly. "What's he like in bed?"
Deepa choked, her eyes watering.
"Half decent at least." Luke grinned, leaning back in his chair.
Deepa shot him a glare.
"Okay." Luke raised his hands in surrender. "Barriers drawn, but can I at least have your name?"
Deepa paused, unsure of what to say.
"Come on. You're sleeping in my house and eating my food, the least you can do is tell me your name."
"Deepa," she murmured.
"Deepa," he said slowly, as if savoring the word. "I'm Axel's cousin Luke.”
"Deepa?" said a deep voice from behind her. "So that's your name?"
Deepa turned to see Axel leaning in the doorway, shirtless and only wearing boxers, his pale hair in disarray.
