As I feel myself waking up – though I don’t remember going to sleep – I’m immediately hit with the smell of disinfectant. Beyond the smell of industrial cleaning products are two familiar scents that always smell like home. Apple and cinnamon, and lilacs. My dad and mum’s scents.
The second I shift my body the smells are forgotten and instead all I can think about is how horrible I feel. My head is pounding, and my body feels like I’m being weighed down by rocks.
What the hell happened to me?
“Amelia! Oh, Amelia! Can you hear me?!” Zara’s worried voice shouts in my head.
“Loud and clear,” I tell her as she whimpers. I feel her nuzzling into my mind giving me comfort and affection.
“I was so scared. I kept trying to reach you, but you couldn’t hear me. I thought I’d lost you,” she sobs.
“Hey, don’t cry you, big softy. I’m okay, I’m right here, I promise. I’m sorry I scared you,” I tell her gently. I h
Once I get the all-clear from Doctor Richard, I get changed into some pyjama pants and a pyjama tank top that mum brought from my room. Then before I can comprehend what’s going on my dad has scooped me up into his arms. I immediately nuzzle into him and breathe in his familiar scent and take in his body heat. Under better circumstances, my animai would be here and his touch and presence would alleviate the aches and fatigue raging against my body, but I’m not that lucky, however, this works fine too, and I know my dad needs this too. I can feel the stress all over him. I know being able to hold and take care of his pup will make him and his wolf feel better. It’s just a natural instinct for us and it comforts me to know my parents will always be there for me no matter what. I really got lucky having them as parents. Dad carries me to the packhouse with mum walking beside us, her eyes always darting to me to make sure I’m okay. As soon as we step into the packhouse m
Yup, I went and did it again. Maybe I need a therapist. Training with Amelia’s pack was actually fun and enlightening. Jasper and I were linking the whole time, throwing ideas back and forth on how we can implement some of their ideas into our own training regime. Seriously, the whole obstacle course and sensory training is a brilliant idea. Mei - who I now know to be Delta Chris’s animai - had Jasper and me floored. I’ve never seen anyone move that fast, I’m still not sure what species she is, and the curiosity is killing me. I was thinking sanguidae, but her eyes would have given her away. Watching Amelia get those balls thrown at her was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. Ace and I were on edge the entire time worried she was going to get hurt and each time she wasn’t we beamed with pride for our animai. But the times she got hit it took every ounce of willpower not to run up to her and pull her in my arms and kiss every spot where a ball dare mark her beautiful sk
We were just about to fill Amelia in on everything that happened yesterday when her asshole of an animai storms in with Alpha Jasper behind him. I swear he’s asking to get his ass kicked. Tyson is standing to the left of Amelia’s desk with me and Chris on the right and each of us is instantly defensive. Amelia doesn’t need this shit right now. She nearly fucking died and even though she’s up and smiling I can see she’s not completely back to normal. Her colour is missing its natural glow and is still paler than normal. Even her eyes look tired despite all the sleep she got. Alpha Jasper must notice because he’s scanning Amelia over with his face full of concern. I like him, he’s handsome too. He’s 6’5” with a completely shaved head – which suits him – intense dark brown eyes and a sexy goatee. His warm, ebony skin is bulging with muscles. Not overly muscular, but enough to make you drool. He’s dressed in black jeans, sneakers and a short-sleeve beige button-down shir
The last few days have been the hardest days of my life. I did my best to stay away when Jasper and Marcus were leaving. I knew watching Marcus leave would be more pain than I could bear right now. I know I’m doing the right thing, but the right thing doesn’t always feel good. Since he left every day has been harder than the last. I try to focus on what I need to do and bury the hurt, but nothing lessens it. All I can do is stop it from showing on my face, but at night I let the tears out.Every night I’ve cried myself to sleep, letting myself feel the icy cold that has latched itself around my heart and the empty space inside me where the other half of my soul was meant to be. If this is how I feel now I can’t even fathom what rejection will feel like, no wonder it kills some wolves. Honestly, I think death is the Goddess' way of sparing us a lifetime of pain without our soulmates, in which case I think she deserves a thank you.To keep me busy
While I wasn’t able to salvage my bond with my own animai, at least I could help fix someone else's. Truthfully, I think Landry and Jennifer will make a cute couple. Just because I’m miserable doesn’t mean everyone else deserves to be. While I have bitter moments, I have to admit helping Landry fix his bond did make me feel a little better. But with that distraction over with I now need a new one. So with that in mind, I make my way back to the packhouse. Once inside I tie my hair up in a bun, roll up the sleeves on my flannel shirt and make my way to the laundry room. I grab a bunch of cleaning supplies and make my way to the staircase. I drop to my knees, line up the products and get to work cleaning the stairs, making sure to give extra attention to the banister and the wooden fixtures of the railing. Time and thoughts float away as I just focus on the task at hand. “Amelia… I didn’t know things were that bad,” comes a sad voice. I look up at the top of th
Iwant to die. It’s been nearly a week since Amelia kicked me out of her pack with promises of rejection and each day kills me a little more. Ace has completely stopped talking to me, I haven’t even been able to shift – not that I want to. I’m in a total state of apathy, I just don’t give two fucks about anything, how can I? Everyone was right, I never took the time to understand Amelia, I didn’t even really try. I just kept making one dumb assumption after another and look where it got me. My animai, the person chosen for me by a higher power, nearly died and I didn’t even know about it, and if that wasn’t bad enough, I tore her down while she was recovering from a near-death experience. No one can hate me more than I hate myself right now, it’s just not humanly or supernaturally possible. When her Beta told us what had happened and I realised just how badly I fucked up, I broke down. I sobbed like a little baby. I felt like a piece of me was dying and it was m
Jasper, Calix, and Aiden appear in record time looking around fully alert until their eyes settle on Davina. Their expressions morph into anger and contempt. “What the hell is going on here?” Jasper demands. “I woke up and found this crazy bitch in my room stroking my dick like it was a fucking genie’s lamp,” I spit, my eyes never leaving her. I don’t trust her for a second. Angry growls erupt from the guys, but Jasper is the most livid as his dark brown eyes start to glow. “You were forbidden from ever returning to the packhouse, Davina, now not only did you return, but you broke into your Beta’s room and sexually assaulted him?!” he growls at her causing the floor and walls around us to shake. Wait, did he just say, ‘sexual assault’? I wouldn’t call this sexual assault… would I? “WHAT?!” she screams. “I didn’t assault anyone! How can you even say that? I love Marcus, I was just showing him how much I love him and making him happy,” she decla
As I start to wake up I am painfully aware of the thudding in my head. Yeah, I definitely drank far too much last night. If I had been drinking human booze I’d be waking up like nothing ever happened. But Tezus liquor will knock you on your Gods damn ass, and that’s definitely what it’s done to me. Come to think of it I should be feeling better by now. I had stopped drinking after I found out what happened to Marcus… Oh Goddess, Marcus. Some filthy she-wolf laid her hands on my animai. I have no idea who she is, but I promise the Gods she’s a dead woman if I ever see her. I knew they were telling me the truth; Jasper would never lie to me and Marcus… I saw the shame on his face. It hurt me to see it. I know it resulted in my pain and originally I thought he was doing it on purpose but learning the truth… I’m not sure what would be worse; thinking my animai was with another or knowing someone was sexually assaulting him. There isn’t a winning scenario here. They both
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It’s been a month since the Luna ceremony and life has never been better. We’ve had a lot of new changes – mostly to hierarchy structure in the pack. Eric, as the second Beta of the pack, has taken on a lot of ‘traditional’ Luna roles. He oversees pack events and gatherings and his pack support group continues to work wonders. He’s basically the pack’s resident therapist, which I’m realising many were in desperate need of. Being superhuman beings we tend to brush aside our mental health and wellbeing and it’s definitely something that needed to change, so I’m thrilled it has. Evalyn still holds the title of Gamma but now she works alongside her brother Chris handling pack finances. She’s not as skilled in that area as he is, but the woman knows how to budget and she’s a good go-between for the pack and Chris. Evalyn was never going to be built for fighting and physical labour, but she wants to contribute as a ranked member, and nowhere does it say how those bonded to a ranked member n
We enter the main space, but he doesn’t stop, he pulls me straight into the bedroom and I can hear his heart beating faster. “Marcus, I– ” My words are silenced as he presses me against the door, devouring my lips and sucking the air right out of my lungs. My body’s reaction to him is automatic; instinctive. I fist the lapels of his jacket and pull him against me, needing to feel his body crush mine. Our lips are moving at a speed that screams hunger. “Hearing you stand up for me like that was one of the sexiest things I’ve ever fucking heard,” he growls seductively as he trails hot kisses down my neck as his hands explore my body. “I couldn’t stand her talking about you… like that,” I breathe out trying to remember how to speak as his kisses send tingles of pleasure right to my core. “Fuck, I love you,” he says as his mouth latches onto my mark and his hands knead my breasts through my corset. A cry of pleasure leaves me as his tongue lavishes my mark and wetness pools between my
I don’t have to walk too far before I’m standing in front of Jessica. I must admit she puts herself together very nicely. She’s wearing a beautiful ivory gown that hugs her slender frame. It has a built-in choker with a triangular front and half-open back and a high slit at the front of her right leg. She has her hair wild and free and has kept to simple gold band earrings, a gold bangle, and nude strappy high heels. Elegant and flattering. “You wished to speak to me,” I surmise. “I had hoped you would do the right thing before it went this far, but you proved me wrong. You’re his animai, you’re supposed to show him respect, instead, you are ruining my son. Everything he has worked for his whole life; gone in an instant. You’ve taken him away from his friends, his family, his home and turned him into…” she trails off with a spiteful look on her face. “I’m going to stop you there,” I interject. If she wants to insult me, she can do it until she turns blue, I really don’t give two sh
He did it. He really did it. I’m so elated that tears keep stinging my eyes, but I don’t care if people see me cry. Growing up I always figured I’d run this pack alone. That anyone the Goddess sent me wouldn’t want to be with an Alpha and certainly wouldn’t want to be a Luna. I tried to mentally prepare for it until the day Marcus blew into my life like a tornado. We have had highs and lows and through them, I still never thought we would be here. Marcus is now a member of this pack and its rightful Luna. I know he will care for everyone around him and fight to protect them; it’s who he is. I know that any fight or battle I face, he’ll be right there beside me and vice versa. We are one now in all the ways that matter. We’ve gone around chatting with pack members as he properly introduces himself to those he hasn’t met yet and receives welcomes and congratulations from everyone. My family and friends are so happy for him and for us and seeing them support Marcus, means the world to
The doors swing open, and my jaw almost drops. Don’t get me wrong, what Amelia did for the Vernal Ball was stunning, but this is magnificent. Or maybe it’s because this was done for me that has me so in awe. I’ve never had anyone do anything like this for me in my life, but she did. I don’t know how Zarseti thought I deserved this woman, but I’m glad she gave her to me. The glass doors around the room have been opened and red rose garlands and green vines with fairy lights hanging from the ceiling frame every entrance. Gone are the full-length wooden tables and instead the room is filled with circular tables just like at the ball. But this time they are covered in black satin tablecloths with gold cutlery and gold chairs. The centrepieces are made up of red roses with some kind of green leaves for a pop of colour. At the far end of the room to the right is a large arch made of vines and red roses that looks like nature forged it itself. In the centre of the arch is a small table with
Inhale. Exhale. Repeat. If I just keep doing that I should be fine. Is this how women feel before their Luna ceremonies? How do they not puke? I have been in fights, I’ve fought battles, I’ve fought for my life, but this is the first time I’ve felt petrified. Becoming the leader of a pack isn’t scary, I’ve been left in charge of Aurum Obscuro plenty of times when Jasper had to travel for business, but this is different. I don’t regret my decision; I will be the Luna of the Invictus Pack, I’m not backing out, but I can’t stop wondering what people will think of me. I’m about to be the first fucking male Luna. News will spread faster than an STD at a frat house. Will it lead to more attacks? What if I blow up at Amelia again because of all this? “For Goddess sake, stop spiralling, you’re making me dizzy,” says Ace. “Sorry, I’m just nervous,” I mumble. “Really? I thought you were writing poetry,” he says rolling his eyes. “A little support wouldn’t kill you every now and then.” “
Luna ceremonies are a lot of fucking work but thank the Gods I haven’t had to lift a finger. I used to make jokes about how all Lunas did was plan parties and events, I never meant it, but it is a big part of running a pack, and props to those Lunas. Amelia, Evalyn, and Eric have been working hard on planning this Luna ceremony, the only thing I’ve been asked to do was pick flowers, colour scheme and whether I want it indoors or outdoors. I chose indoors; the pack colours – so green and black – and red roses. I did ask to be left to handle what I’ll be wearing since I want to surprise Amelia. What a blessing Grandma Sorrell had been; she is a feisty bite-size woman. She is so delightful until she gets annoyed and then she’s dropping the hammer. The moment someone around the pack makes a snide comment about me being Luna, Sorrell is whipping them into shape. She doesn’t even have to do much. A strong smack to the head or a tug of the ears has them in tears and then she makes them do c
I kick the door shut behind me, throwing us both onto the bed, her body trapped underneath me. I trace her Alpha’s Mark on her heaving chest with my tongue to the sound of breathy moans as she bucks her hips against me, her needy pussy seeking what it knows can bring it unmatched pleasure. I press into her, grinding my hard bulge against her pussy covered by her soaking panties. “Is this what you want?” I ask as I slide my hand into her dress massaging her breast while gliding my tongue up her neck. “No,” she breathes, and before I know it she’s flipped us so she’s on top. Fucking hell, this is a nice view. “This is what I want,” she says, her eyes and voice full of lust. “Show me,” I tell her as I glide my hands up her inner thighs. She quickly pulls off her dressing tossing it away, my eyes getting hypnotized by the way her tits bounce from the action. She guides my hands to her panties, her eyes on me with so much dominance… you’d think I’d feel weird about it, but it’s fucking t