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Ryder's POV It's been two years since the day I felt her die. Two years since my world came crashing down. It felt like I had died with her that day. I know a large piece of myself did. I didn't know one was capable of crying so hard, that something could hurt so deeply, or that one could feel themselves dying inside. I did. I hated everything and everyone. I hated the world, and I hated the Goddess. I begged for her to return my angel to me, but she didn't. I begged, pleaded, and bartered, but it was pointless. It was as though she ignored me.The only reason I kept going, the only thing that gave me a reason to live, was the little redhead that looked just like her mother. From the porch, I can see my daughter lying next to her mother's grave. She's excited because she finally got her wings. At least, that's what she calls it. She had them from day one, but she wasn't able to summon them when she wanted. She didn't have control over her angel abilities yet. That all changed five
Ryder’s POV“Don't worry about it! He's stable. He might not be able to get out of bed, but he's strong enough to cop a feel on us,” Michael said, trying to reassure me, but it didn't help. I felt awful that I couldn't find her books yet. There's just so much stuff to go through. My brain is fuzzy, and I can't remember exactly where I put them.“Yeah, listen to Michael. He's okay. If Noah is stable enough to try to get laid, you have plenty of time. Don't stress; you just got here, and you have a lot of unpacking to do. Besides, there might be nothing in there about his condition. You'll be stressing yourself over nothing,” Asher said. I laughed and shook my head as I pictured that darn little Omega on death's door, still trying to get laid by his Alphas. It doesn't surprise me in the least bit to hear he's doing that.I waved to Asher as he left my apartment. I tried to ignore Michael, but I could feel his eyes boring holes in my skull. “Will you knock it off! I can feel your eyes o
Third Person's POV Maverick chuckled as the tall Alpha walked away. He brushed the front of his shirt off, trying to wipe her stupid floral scent off of his shirt. He didn't like the way it smelled. He hated flowers, and she reeked of them. You would have thought the little thing had been rolling around in a field full of flowers. He thought and shook his head. His attention was brought back to Coal when he yanked on his arm and jerked him forward.“Calm down, lover boy. You can't be jealous of that. They meant nothing to me,” Maverick said.Coal groaned and began mumbling curse words under his breath. The Beta has regretted many times that he saved this idiot's life. Today is one of them. “Do you always have to cause trouble when you cross someone's path? He's never going to let you out of jail if you can't get along with others. And what the hell was that? You practically ran her over!” Coal said in frustration. He felt like tugging his hair out. “It's not my fault she's so short!
Third Person's POV “Ha,” Maverick chuckled and rubbed his fingers over his mouth, a sign he was trying not to laugh. “What?” “Oh, nothing.”“Don't “nothing” me! What?” Coal said, his annoyance evident in his voice. “It's just, are you sure you want to make that move?”“Yes! What's wrong with it?” Coal said. The Beta scanned the chess board again, trying to figure out what he did wrong.Maverick chuckled and shook his head. “Just busting your chaps,” Maverick said. His smile fades as he scans the board. He rubs his fingers through his beard as he concentrates. His lips curl up on one side as he reaches forward. “Check!” Maverick said, and Coal scoffed.He moved his piece, and Maverick called check again.Coal's frustration is palpable as he moves his piece.“Run, Queen, run, I'm gonna get ya!” Maverick said before moving his piece and calling check again.The guard sitting at his desk shifted in his seat. He was ready to duck, waiting for Coal to get angry and chuck the board down
Third Person's POV When Coal enters his bedroom, he comes to a stop when he sees his mate lying on the bed. His beautiful little hybrid lies on his stomach with a white sheet draped over his ass. His knees are bent with his feet in the air, ankles crossed, and his toes wiggling as he reads his book. His long hair rests against his back and hangs over his shoulders. His cute little pointy elf ears poke out. He slowly turns the page and begins reading the next chapter. He doesn't get very far. His Alpha's eyes feast on his body as he stalks across the room. Nathan gasped when he felt his mate's warm, wet mouth lay an open kiss on his ankle. The book fell from his hands when Coal trailed his tongue along his calf. His eyes closed, and his head fell forward as Coal continued his trail of open-mouth kisses up the inside of his thigh, pushing them open as he climbed between them. Nathan's breaths come faster, and his heart pounds in his chest. The Alpha pulls the sheet from his body and
Ryder’s POVIt's quiet; it almost feels like I'm in her cottage, but I'm not. It doesn't smell like her. This place isn't decorated with her touch. I don't see her everywhere I look. Her garden isn't outside; nothing of her is here except the things of hers I brought with me. I look at them spread out in my office. I don't know how long I've been standing here looking at them. It feels like minutes, but I know it's been hours. My heart aches; everything in me screams to go back to where she is. I know she told me she was not there anymore, but to me, she is. She was the color on the walls, the flowers in the vases. She was the vegetables in her garden and the yellow shutters against the sage green house. She was everything and everywhere. I existed in her world. She was my world, but my world is now gone. How do I go on without her? I feel so lost. My purpose is almost gone. It was Angelica and Azalea. Angelica is gone, and Azalea will be 18 soon. Soon, she'll be gone as well, off liv
Ryder's POV The music is so loud I can barely hear myself think. The stench of perfume and sweat is so pungent it burns my nose. My body buzzes, and I swear I see two of everything. I don't know how I let Keith and Eric talk me into this. I hated the idea, but after downing a bottle of Scotch with these four goofs, going to a club in the human town didn't seem so bad. Now that I'm here, I regret it. “Come on, Ryder! The dance floor is packed with hot human women. Let loose and relax. Let yourself have a little fun,” Eric said as he tugged on my arm. He grabbed my face and turned my head, forcing me to look toward the dance floor. When he did, I saw the other two fools—one with a long-haired brunette and the other with his tongue down a man's throat. “Look, there's two hot blondes giving us the look. Let's go,” He said, looking at me as he pleaded. “I'm going to order another drink. Go drag Keith out there, and I'll be there in a little bit.” I said before picking up my empty glas
Ryder's POV I feel like shit as I try to wake up and pry my eyes open. When I finally opened my eyes, it felt like sandpaper was in them, scraping against my eyes. My head is throbbing, my muscles ache, and my neck is killing me. For a brief moment, I saw two of everything. My vision slowly clears, and everything comes into focus. When it does, I have no idea where I'm at. The room around me is unfamiliar. My eyebrows furrow as I lift my head and scan the room. Images from last night come crashing down on me, and my heart leaps. “Angelica!” I said excitedly as I turned to face my angel. The only problem was, when I looked at the naked body lying next to me, it wasn't my angelica; it was a stranger. A woman with long, straight black hair and tattoos down her arms, along her shoulder, spine, and lower back, lays completely naked next to me. The scent of sex was strong in the air. Her arousal still lingered, and her orgasm smelled fresh, even though I knew there was no way it was. That
Third Person's POV When Ollie opened the door to leave the dark room, he found his brother crying on the floor. Leo jumped to his feet and threw his arms around Ollie's neck.“I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! This is all my fault!” Leo cried.The Omega pulled back and looked his brother over. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” “I don't know… I don't know,” Ollie's voice trembled, and his lip quivered before tears began to fall. The Omega was confused. He didn't know what just happened. He thought his mate hurt him. If he hurt him, then why did his body react that way? He must not have hurt him if his body found pleasure in it. His back, thighs, and ass hurt, but yet he came from it. He was embarrassed, ashamed, and humiliated, yet his body seemed to like what Anton did to him. Why? The Omega wondered. Ollie began to wonder if he was just as sick and twisted as Anton. He was ashamed of himself. He couldn't bring himself to tell his brother what happened. They both gasped and grabbed eac
Third Person's POV Ollie had never been so terrified and humiliated in his life. It all happens so fast. He begged and pleaded, but before he knew it, his mate had him stripped naked and face down on the chair in the middle of the room. The back of the chair had been laid flat, and his chest lay flush against it. His hands were strapped to two bars below his face, and his knees rested on red padding that sat lower and off to each side, making it as if he were kneeling with his legs spread open. He lays completely exposed, with his penis and balls hanging off the table and his cheeks spread open from his position. His whole body lays on display as tears flow from his eyes. His ass cheeks sting and burn. He's not sure how many times Anton hit him with the crop. Ollie's body jerks when he feels several strands of something gliding along his body. It feels much different than the crop. It's surprisingly soothing and feels good. The little strands lightly trailed along his back, neck
Third Person's POV Leo wondered what this meeting with Cynthia would be like. He had a bad feeling about it. The way Anton spoke of going to see her sounded like she was going to choose a position for him without asking what he would like to do. He gave his mate and brother one last glance before entering her office. As soon as he laid eyes on her, the bad feeling only intensified. She was older, and there was nothing warm and inviting about her. She didn't even acknowledge him as he approached her desk. She continued reading something on the screen for a few moments before finally pulling her eyes away and looking at him.Her eyes moved up and down his body as if judging who he was based on his appearance. “You're Leo, right?” She asked as she looked back at her computer and clicked the mouse several times. “Yes.”“Hmmm. Are you sexual active?” She asked, and Leo's eyes widened. “Sexual active?”“Yes. Are you sexualy active? Do you like having sex with people?” “W-What? What kin
Third Person's POV Maverick was surprised when Coal wanted to play a game of chess on Monday evening. Their game day is normally Wednesdays, and seeing as Maverick was going stir-crazy and about to lose his mind because his other half wouldn't stop crying about his “pretty little angel,” Maverick jumped at the opportunity for a distraction. Before the game even started, Maverick sensed something was wrong. The normal nonchippery Alpha was even less chippery than normal. It was like someone twisted the stick in his ass and bent it sideways. “So, are you going to tell me what's on your mind?” Maverick asked as he sat back in his chair and folded his arms over his chest. Coal blows out a breath as he sits back in his chair and drags his hand down his face. “I'm worried about my brothers.”“Which ones? Your parents popped children out like bunnies! You have a lot of Brothers,” Maverick said and Coal's face scrunched up in disgust. “The twins,” Coal said before reaching up and moving
Third Person's POV Ollie sat quietly in a chair while Leo and Brandon argued. If the Omega weren't so sad, he would have laughed at how nervous Brandon looked as Leo laid into him while waving the rules in his face.Brandon dropped his head and let out a breath when his mate turned away from him. Brandon wasn't sure what his brother was thinking. He didn't expect Anton to give Leo almost the same exact set of rules he gave Ollie. The only difference is that he's not asking Leo to call him Daddy, but he expects Brandon to punish him if he falls out of line.“If you don't, I will?... Who the fuck does he think he is?!” Leo yelled, repeating what Anton told Brandon when he saw the expression on his brother's face, letting him know he had no intentions of punishing Leo. Brandon had to restrain his mate to stop him from climbing over the desk to get to his brother. He was shocked at the words that flew out of his mouth. No one had ever talked to his brother like that. He thought he was g
Third Person's POV Leo refused to go to Brandon's room. He didn't want to share a room with someone who accepted Anton's behavior. No amount of begging and pleading from Brandon worked. The Omega returned to the room he spent with his parents the past week. Unfortunately, once he was inside the room and all alone, it was suddenly the last place he wanted to be. It felt suffocating in there; the walls felt like they were closing in on him. He snuggled the pillows his parents slept on, but it was no good. No one was there to hold him. No one was there to tell him everything would be okay. It was empty and quiet—too quiet! When Leo couldn't handle the silence any longer, he opened his door and found Brandon sitting outside, leaning against the wall. The Beta looked up, and Leo's lip trembled. As soon as Brandon opened his arms, Leo flew into them, crashing against the Beta's chest. “Can I take you to my room?” Brandon asked, and Leo nodded against his chest. Brandon collected the Ome
Third Person's POVXavier, Damien, and Theo spent the week with the twins and their new mates, and at the end of the week, they knew it was time to go. Even though they didn't want to leave their sons, they knew they had to. Neither twin wanted to leave their mate, and their parents couldn't force them—not without starting a war, which would only hurt the twins. “We'll be back next weekend to check on you. I want a call at least once a day,” Xavier said as he held the twins' faces, one cheek in each hand.Xavier looked back at Anton as he spoke.“If I don't hear from my son before I go to sleep I'm showing up and knocking on your door. And I'm not referring to the front gate or the front door of this pack house. I’m referring to YOUR door! There isn't a guard here that can stop the beast inside from getting to his sons, so I don't recommend crossing me!” Xavier said sternly, and his eyes flashed brown, the color of Bear’s eyes.Driving away and leaving their sons in that pack was one
Third Person's POV Theo sat on the bed, hugging the pillow and fiddling with it as Xavier paced the room. Damien followed closely behind, desperately trying to talk him down. The words spilled from the Alpha's mouth as he mumbled about choking the idiot, stabbing him in his sleep, slicing his throat, and ripping his heart out. Xavier had every death possible for Anton planned out by the time he was done pacing and just needed to choose which one was the right course of action. “M-maybe he's not as bad as he seemed. I mean, he was much different once he had Ollie in his lap. Maybe he just needed a little push to get there?” Theo said, and Xavier and Damien both stopped and looked at him. The Omega plucked at the pillow harder, and Damien crumbled. He quickly moved toward his Omega and climbed into bed. “I'm sorry! I didn't mean to forget about you. I just didn't want our Alpha to do something he would regret,” Damien said, and Theo immediately shook his head. “No! He has every rig
Third Person's POV The inside of the pack house matched the outside. It was very uninviting. The place was spotless and looked unlived in.It was oddly quiet, too quiet for a pack house. The maids were easily spotted; they were wearing black-and-white outfits. Xavier and Damien were alarmed when they saw two male Omegas wearing maid dresses, but a moment later, they saw another male Omega wearing black-and-white pants and a shirt.“Are your male Omegas forced to wear those dresses, or is that a choice?” Xavier asked.“Oh no! That's their choice! Those are our fem boys, or in the bedroom, they're called sissies,” Anton said, and Mark chuckled. The Alpha bit at his thumbnail as he looked over his shoulder at the two fem boys and shook his head when he saw one bend over and expose his ass. The sound of Xavier's throat clearing had the Alpha looking forward and smiling at Xavier. “I thought he missed a spot,” Anton said, and Mark snorted. After walking to the other side of the pack ho