With her task done, Proserpina gently tugged off of her gloves and half-turned away from him, the shadows already growing to take her home… but Alastor suddenly held his hand out, his fingers very nearly touching the shadow as he stood up, as if intending to follow her.

At that, Proserpina wordlessly commanded the shadows to disperse all at once before it stole his. She glared at the stormy skies, her gaze tired and accusing because she was so certain that somewhere out there in the clouds, way up high in Mount Olympus... there was a certain goddess of love laughing while watching Proserpina's current dilemma.

Then again, it could be Eros for all she knew…

"Are you deaf or are you dense?" Proserpina snapped, not bothering to look behind her, "I am not interested."

"Is this because I'm a werewolf?"

–Excerpt from Chapter IV: Touch Me Not

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"GET YOUR MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER!" he all but roared, and without thinking, threw a cushion at his mate's brother.


William yelped, hurriedly stepping aside just in time to avoid it and Alastor would have been amazed by the kid's swift reflexes if it weren't for the cushion hitting Winters (who must have been standing right behind William) square on the face.


The two of them visibly paled as the cushion fell with a barely audible thud to the carpeted floor while Winters remained standing so still, face eerily blank as she stared right back at him.


Then, Winters proceeded to kick the cushion right back at Alastor's face, causing him to fall right back with a muffled, 'I'm sorry–!'


Chapter 50: The Beginning of the End (part 2)