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27. Genevieve
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A Damaged Alpha 28. Genevieve
The dark wooden corridors of the Cragstone Packhouse were claustrophobic rather than comforting. Even so, the idea of returning back to White Forest made me nervous. I wondered if the suspect Nikolai arrested had even survived the journey back without his wolf killing him. /We were wrong about who hurt poor Skye, do not always think the worst of him! We hurt him when we doubt!/ Priya cried. There is no doubt in her heart that Nikolais wolf is some kind of misunderstood saint. It is incredibly annoying. This will be my third night away from him. I’m doing everything I can not to think of him. And failing miserably. It doesn’t help that my mark prickles and burns, as if he was right there licking or tickling it. It sends waves of heat between my legs as I try to pretend he isn’t everything I want. Instead I run a hot bath, focus on my breathing and try to relax. Surrounded by a stupid amount of candles, their cloyingly perfumed scent already irritating my nose I settled into the tub
A Damaged Alpha 29. Nikolai
I don’t know what I was thinking. Coming to Shadowlands knowing they all despise me. Then I discover Genevieve is still no safer. At least Cillian’s Beta Warriors stopped the assassin well before her room, which is a damn site better than my men managed. That little fucker Zeke though. He thought he caught me, had the jump on me when he triumphantly pushed me against a tree and snapped the cuffs. He has no idea how much I was restraining Talon from just ripping out his throat on the spot. I was showing cooperation and that little prick thought he had won a war. All so I didn't let her down. I recognised Beta Jackson from the funeral, the one who embraced Genevieve in her distress. We do not hurt this man, I commanded Talon internally. No matter what happens, he is untouchable. /Fine, but not this brown haired moron/ Talon growled in return. I was simply following her scent. The bike had been pulled up at the abandoned grey bunker of a building a mile outside the packhouse. Even f
A Damaged Alpha 30. Genevieve
Does he truly have no idea what he does to me? I was sunk the minute he wrapped his cloak around my shoulders. Tousling my hair dry until I giggled it felt as though the very plates of the earth were shifting beneath me. Nikolai being fun? Being innocently charming? Wearing a soft, never-before-seen grin of amusement as I fought against his towelling? That had never happened before and it was addictive. I grabbed the shirt from him intending to keep it light-hearted. It was playing with the most enticing, tempting kind of fire as I tried to gauge his reaction. Except with him being taller than me as soon as I tried to reach up for his hair he just grabbed my wrist like a ninja. “Hey!” I complained with a sulky pout. My struggle against his grip was pointless, except that my resisting arm parted his black cloak. Underneath my soaked, clinging silk pyjamas were doing nothing to hide my drenched body. Or the scent of my arousal. I whimpered softly with a teasing smile, “You’re not
A Damaged Alpha 31. Nikolai
Her toe was millimetres from crossing that line before she broke me. I thought I could do it. Even with provoking my jealousy I was almost there. Almost free of this fucking bond and ready to have my head clear again. The idea of Zeke, or any man for that matter ogling her perfection left me poised to commit a massacre. She knows exactly what she is doing. Talon gave me the slightest nudge and I pounced. Her gasp as I slammed the door and pushed her bare back up against the cold metal was electric. I lost my senses at having all of her immaculate body in front of me. I quickly covered her neck and collarbone in fast, ferocious kisses. The roughness of my shirt material against her nipples, the grip of her hand in my damp hair all sent cascades of electric between our senses. I had to be close to her, I pressed my torso against her, clamping her in place where I felt her smiling against my neck and chest. “What the fuck were you thinking?” I growled, giving her a nip. Hard enough t
A Damaged Alpha 32. Genevieve
Of course I am completely drenched all over again as I race the dark, lonely mile back to Cragstone. Every step was an escape from devastation, anger and humiliation. I had never imagined my game seeing Nikolai comparing his struggle to stop his wolf killing to our mate bond.I refused to cry. I won’t. He doesn’t deserve any of that. I mutter every curse word I know instead, storming past a confused looking Jackson and Kharkov on the porch as I re-enter the gloomy, wooden Cragstone packhouse.“New haircut Gen?” Zeke tries jokingly but I simply shoot him daggers. Whatever he has been whispering to Nikolai didn’t help matters either. One kiss, two years ago!Showered, redressed and warm again I lie in my bed. I should be cosy and ready for sleep. Yet I’m wired and anxious. The row, the nastiness with which we fell apart burns in my ribcage. As though someone was attacking the link between us with a pair of scissors. It won’t cut, but a heart will bleed from enough torment. I’m in silk
A Damaged Alpha 33. Nikolai
I made the right decision. If only to be the person who held her as she wept, it was worth it. The man didn't have much time for me, but he clearly meant the world to her.The ferocity with which the Beta’s set off to hunt the perpetrator down was inspiringly vicious. Such loyalty, such a commitment to protecting their own. I remembered with an internal growl my own White Forest Beta Warriors, so annoyingly docile. These Shadowlands shifters would lay down their lives to catch whoever killed that huge bearded beast, Jackson.As Cherish wept into my arms I realised that this was meant to be. I was meant to cave in and be with her tonight. Otherwise I would have been dragged out of that concrete bunker for a swift execution seeing as I would have had no alibi./Imagine if you had just listened to me earlier/ Talon reproached, /you could have felt this joy, this warmth for so long./Except once she comes to terms with Jackson, Genevieve will begin to digest my shitty bombshell. How the wi
A Damaged Alpha 34. Genevieve
I returned from Jackson’s vigil around dawn. He will be burnt tomorrow but I cannot stay. Watching my parents pyre shattered a piece of my soul, Jackson would be like offering another chunk of me to the ashes.So I stayed with Bianca and her daughters as long as I could. Beyond the first candles burning themselves, as and even Bianca was prepared to crash into a sobbing, lonely sleep. I hugged her close, as she whispered, “I am a widow Gen, how could a man as strong as him have left me so…”“We will find the killers, I swear. Both Cillian and Nikolai have vowed there shall be justice.”Choking back sobs, her words barely audible,“Gen, he was my world, he was everything,” and her daughters arrived to take their broken mother away. When a shifter dies, so does the mate bond. It is not only grief as a human, your wolf mourns too. Some argue you can still feel them tugging at that connection from the afterlife. Others argue it hurts so badly because the bond is completely severed, you are
A Damaged Alpha 35. Genevieve
We couldn’t leave Shadowlands without talking to Cillain. I knew he would be distraught about Jackson, but he was already outside on the porch with a steely gaze in his blue eyes. Leant over, elbows perched on the porch railing his entire body was tensed.He had been soft, wounded, openly weeping at finding our parents. He had cradled me to him as I dropped to the floor in hysteria. Yet now he was brutally cold, merely nodding at me. Noting the bag Nikolai carried he muttered. “You are heading back to White Forest?”“I am but I wanted to check on you first. Poor Jackson…why would they hurt him?”I attempted to place my hand on his but he was immovable. No embrace, no warmth came from him and for the first time I recognised his Alpha steeliness. My brother was a changed man.“They killed him to destabilise the pack. To try and take my legs out from under me,” he snapped back, taking his gaze from me. He stared into nowhere, his mind not engaged with me in the slightest. I could feel Ni
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A Damaged Alpha 58. Matilda
I almost dropped to the floor when I saw my sisters. The copper-haired dark-eyed stares of my beautiful little sisters. All dressed up and already squealing with excitement. A year younger than me, Leona and Naomi wore cream and beige-toned clinging maxi-gowns, their athletic shapes on display. At just sixteen, Eleanour wore an elaborate white concoction that had an insane amount of feathers. She was a gold, white and silver bonanza. Little Phoebe, our baby of thirteen, sported a bright pink, almost flamenco style dress.“What are you all doing here? You all look so beautiful! Oh Goddess I am so pleased to see you all!” I cried as we hugged, most of us trying to stop any tears from spoiling our make-up.Leona inhaled sharply after the initial elation dialled down, trying to stop her tears escaping. Taking my hand she whispered. “This was Alpha Cillian’s idea. He knew that Papa would have wanted to give us away at our Ceremonies, so he suggested we start a new tradition in his honour.
A Damaged Alpha 57. Matilda
"This space is ours now. Brand new just for us?" I asked softly, my fingertips gently wandering up Cillians chest. My other hand entwined with his, my wrist against his, feeling the strength of his pulse against mine."Our suite. Our space. Not soundproofed, yet though," he added and I smiled. I placed a soft kiss on his cheek and got on my tiptoes. Whispering into his ear as my free hand now searched downwards his body jerked into life. "Well the room needs christening Alpha. It's bad luck for us to leave now…and I'm too loud…"His eyebrow raised and then as I started gently massaging the front of his pants. Letting go of his hand as I deftly began unbuttoning. First his shirt then pants, all the while rubbing and toying with the ever-stiffening bulge I was longing to see. He shut his eyes, hissing as I grew braver.Placing kisses down his neck, on his mark and down his chest his breathing quickened. I sucked and licked every ridge of muscle, I thoroughly followed the sharply defined
A Damaged Alpha 56. Cillian
The scarlet blush on Genevieve’s face as I told her I would be sending the bill for the redecoration to White Forest was sweet revenge. Certainly not revenge enough for walking to Nikolai’s bare ass and my office turned into a dilapidated sex den, but Matilda had asked me so sweetly not to be angry about it I yielded. Nikolai was more serious, completely straight-faxed. He, naturally, wanted to know everything about his parents' reaction. He only started grinning when I said his father had gone full claws-out rage at me.As he proudly strutted about, occasionally wrapping an arm around Gen’s waist while he listened I was amazed at his strength. The fact he had recovered so swiftly from the tired heap yesterday showed just how immensely powerful his wolf was. No wonder he had struggled for control before. Barely concealing a smirk as we stood paper-strewn wreckage, “I thought he might flare up."“No heads-up though?” “Nah, you’re quicker than him, but he’s scary as fuck when he gets
A Damaged Alpha 55. Matilda
He resembled his father so strongly. Dark coffee brown eyes with flashes of ruby and jet black curls down to his jawline. Clenched tightly he looked ready to cause some damage if I didn’t stop gaping with an open mouth and answer him quickly.“Gen came to chat to me, I asked if we could swap rooms, have a change of scenery,” I lied, as Gen had blushingly begged me to. She wanted to surprise Nikolai with the reason why he was moving rooms. I wasn’t going to start asking too many questions about their sex life. I knew the power of the mate bond, the way one’s wolf keens and yearns for the other's touch. /Locked in a room, unable to make a sound together, you’d have climbed onto the roof and made for the trees with Cillian/ Nina mocked. I always considered myself fairly shy and boring but I have become alarmingly addicted to what Cillian can do to me. I am no different to Gen in craving my soul’s partner.“Swapping rooms? Is she insane? Is this a trick, are you in danger?” his voice dr
A Damaged Alpha 54. Matilda
I’ve never experienced such a swing of emotions. When Cillian is here everything is joy. Even though war is coming and the preparations are clear to see across the town centre if he is in my eyeline I am the happiest woman on earth.Groups of men are being organised into battalions, put through drills and formations. I watched as the first batches were taken almost within an hour of us first arriving back alongside the pyre. Alongside the still smoking heap of collapsed wood men were completing their circuits. Group after group of exhausted, sweating semi-naked men tumbled into the square, all timed with a stopwatch by a stone-faced Zeke and his clipboard.Losing Franz has broken him inside. He’s hurting with nowhere to let it out. When I was fixing him up back at Tange’s he confessed to me how much he hated Zena.“She just walked out, for the exact amount of time it took to kill Franz? I don’t buy it,” he had scoffed. “Just left him there!”At the time I didn’t know what to say. I d
A Damaged Alpha 53. Cillian
Beta’s Maddox and Adrian led me away, leaving a quietly distraught Helena and Alexander with the letter. Deposited in a library with huge vaulted stone ceilings, candelabras, and endless lines of bookshelves containing detailed historical records. Rise and fall is inevitable. I know in my bones Shadowlands is too young a pack to be cut down now. We will prosper. Finding out how Phillipe is protecting himself from harm is a big one. There is always the danger that killing Ruth would still leave him as Alpha, wielding power. “Mind if I read while I wait?”“No problem. It’s only the public record, anyway,” Beta Adrian replied, taking a seat by the door. Maddox kept his thick, tattooed arms folded. He wasn’t taking his eyes off me for a second.Random curiosity made me grab the books covering years when my father was a Beta here. He was head of the Beta Warriors and fought against the now defunct Five Lakes pack two decades ago. I read for hours about the lead-up to the attack, culmina
