Book 2. Chapter 1

She was about to burst if she got any more annoyed. Perhaps literally.

Pearl was still learning what it meant to be a lycan mate, so bursting from irritation could be a valid issue.

What was supposed to be a training session with Vergel had evolved into a threesome... and not the good sort.

"Try again," Vergel urged from his position on the mat, feet apart, arms crossed, chestnut hair falling freely around his shoulders, like a handsome, impenetrable behemoth.

Pearl would have appreciated the sight he made more were she not exasperated by trying to force her power to obey the seemingly simple command she gave it.

After ignoring or repressing the power that had been churning inside, memory resurfaced gradually, her magic, like a storm for the duration of her life, was difficult for her to gather, control, and concentrate it into a regulated beam of Light as Vergel desired.

She'd discovered in the previous few weeks that someone had set a barrier on the we