ANDREA I woke up with a start. I jerked violently on the bed as I tried to gather my bearings. For a few moments, it reeked of that room, where Luke had kept me, it reeked of him and I could almost see his sinister blue eyes looking down at me, getting excited over the pain he inflicted. In a few seconds though, the haze cleared and I relaxed, realizing I was in my bedroom in the cabin. Safe. Right next to me was Cole. He was on the bed with me, his small fingers holding on to mine as he slept peacefully. I heaved a sigh of relief and my lips curled up as I watched my son sleep. Home. I gently pulled my fingers out if his grasp and caressed his hair gently as I watched his little chest rise and fall. We were safe. We were home. I looked around the room, feeling a it disappointed when I saw we were both alone. Aspen must be busy. I inhaled deeply once more, checking the state of my body. I seemed to be healing at a rather rapid pace but not fast enough, it stil
It was a new day, a special day for me. I stared at my reflection with an excited grin. Gray eyes and rosy red lips stared back at me, my long red curls finally tamed and pulled up into an elegant bun. My mother always warned me not to let my beauty get to my head, she stopped at nothing to remind me of how my beauty would never matter because of our low status. I’ve grown to hate my reflection and love it at the same time, conflicting emotions that sometimes brought tears to my eyes but, not today! Today was going to be different! It was the day I would get my wolf. My 20th birthday and also the day I would find my true mate in the pack. Something almost the whole pack looked forward to. Everyone wanted to know who would have the misfortune of becoming the mate of the only daughter the Wilsons had, the poorest omegas in the pack. Despite all that, no one was more excited about the day than I was, my hopes of finally leaving her father's home and the clutches of my exploiting and
Had he always smelt this good? Have my fingers always itched to touch his skin this badly? “I…” He said, his voice almost a husky whisper as his feet slowly began to move again. When he’d finally reached the table, I could barely keep myself from standing, wrapping my arms around him and kissing him. I did it anyway and his arms wrapped around my waist, that sweet scent engulfing her as I shivered into his touch, melting into his kiss…everything and everyone had become forgotten and for the first time in her life, I felt like I was home. “I was right!” I whispered against his lips breathlessly when we’d finally pulled away from each other, the heat in his eyes setting my skin ablaze…in his eyes also was an emotion that I couldn’t identify but it unsettled me. “You are my mate,” I was overjoyed as I looked up at his handsome face. “Yes…I…” Luke’s brows furrowed as he let go of my waist hurriedly like I’d burned him and then began avoiding my eyes. “Why do you look so unhappy?” Th
“That fucking bastard!” Enzo, my best friend, cursed with a growl as he heard my words. I was on my bed, my face buried in the strawberry scented pillows that had been a birthday gift from my best friend Enzo. My elegant bun had come loose and my hair had splayed over the pillows. Enzo sat by my bedside, no doubt seething from what I had just told him even though I couldn’t see his face. He had come over the second I had called him, I was a sobbing mess and I could barely string together a proper sentence. “That bastard rejected you?” Enzo seethed, “In public?!” He added through gritted teeth. I wished I could hold back my tears but the more it kept replaying in my head, the wetter my pillows got and my shoulders trembled from my sobs. The second I had accepted Luke's rejection, I had left the pastry shop and didn’t turn back…still feeling like I was in a dream, hoping that I would wake up at any given moment but deep down I knew I wa wrong and I’d wasted five whole years of my li
I looked down at the woman on my lap with a narrowed gaze, her breathing was erratic and her cheeks were flushed. How much had she drunk? That sultry look in her eyes, the sensual smile she had on her lips as she looked at me, made me grit my teeth. The thought of other men seeing her this way didn’t appeal to me for some reason, but as I breathed in her flowery scent that mingled with the scent of tequila, my whole body hardened.She was an omega but that didn’t matter to me, she was beautiful…she was almost perfection itself!Heavy-lidded grey eyes squinted like she was trying her hardest to get a better glimpse of my face, I sucked in a deep breath as she squirmed on my lap.“Am I not comfortable enough for you?” I breathed into her ear as my fingers dug into the soft flesh of her exposed lap. Her skin was so soft I couldn’t help but lean down to kiss it. When was the last time I had such a reaction to a woman?When was the last time I so desperately wanted to bury myself deep ins
3 years later. I stared down at the papers in my hands long and hard, my bottom lip trembling, mirroring the actions of my hands that clenched the test results. “I’m really sorry about this, Andrea, we've been trying our best to keep him from going into a coma but it’s getting harder and his health is deteriorating further,” The grey haired doctor said, he looked at me with a sympathetic gaze and reached out to hold my hand in his comfortingly. I pulled away before his skin could touch mine and forced out an awkward smile as I took a step back from the doctor and loosened my hold on the papers. Last thing I wanted was anyone's pity, most especially from a man who already looked down on my because I was an omega. “What…is that the only way?” I asked cautiously, I knew the answer to my question but I couldn’t help myself. I fervently wished there would be another way, I hoped there would be another solution. “Yes,” Dr. Martin nodded, his eyes still rested on my hand that I had move
ASPEN I let out a long lengthy sigh, audible enough to garner the attention of everyone sitting at the large dining table with him. Secretly I wished I never planned this so called family dinner, but I was pressured by my mother and the goddess knows I am unable to say no to that woman. He could feel my wolf restless though, barely beneath the surface, itching to show himself and end the long and trying meeting filled with ass kissers and fake smiles. Everyone’s eyes were on me now, it was almost eerie how every single one of my uncles and nephews and nieces along with my cousins all had blue eyes, it was like being stared down by a bunch of winter spirits. It was fucking uncomfortable. “Did you have something to say, uncle?” My least favorite relative, Luke asked. I'd noticed the man had come in with a smug expression and it had stayed on his face all through dinner , he had something he was itching to tell the family and I had no doubt that just like everything else that came o
For the first time in two years, I was standing right in front of him, the both of them actually. These two men changed the course of my life three years ago and I’d sworn the day Cole was born that there would never be a reason for me to stand in this position. Begging. Pleading. I had to put my pride aside for my son but how much was it going to cost me? I feared it would be more than I could afford and more than I bargained for. A part of me began to regret saying no to Enzo when he had offered to come along for support but I had declined, not wanting to stretch him too thin after all he’d done for me in the past few months. Now I was all alone in the lion’s den with false confidence as I met those striking blue eyes of his. “He's mine?” Aspen asked again, this time with a dangerous drop in his deep voice as the look in his eyes slowly morphed into what seemed to be rage. My breath words caught up in my tightened throat and I pursed my lips, staring down at my feet, cheeks he
ANDREA I woke up with a start. I jerked violently on the bed as I tried to gather my bearings. For a few moments, it reeked of that room, where Luke had kept me, it reeked of him and I could almost see his sinister blue eyes looking down at me, getting excited over the pain he inflicted. In a few seconds though, the haze cleared and I relaxed, realizing I was in my bedroom in the cabin. Safe. Right next to me was Cole. He was on the bed with me, his small fingers holding on to mine as he slept peacefully. I heaved a sigh of relief and my lips curled up as I watched my son sleep. Home. I gently pulled my fingers out if his grasp and caressed his hair gently as I watched his little chest rise and fall. We were safe. We were home. I looked around the room, feeling a it disappointed when I saw we were both alone. Aspen must be busy. I inhaled deeply once more, checking the state of my body. I seemed to be healing at a rather rapid pace but not fast enough, it stil
ASPENI gently brushed the messy strands of hair from Andrea’s face, my insides burning with anger as I took in the fading bruises and marks covering her delicate skin. My beautiful, strong mate, so tough yet almost broken by the horrible cruelty we had barely rescued her from.From my spoiled nephew who my mother had raised to be greedy and raised to hate everything that I am. The memory alone of finding her in that hellish basement cell, battered and almost dead…it made my blood boil with rage. If Enzo hadn’t held me back and reminded me she was more important, I might have torn the twitching remains of Luke limb from limb with my bare hands. Luke. Just thinking his name ignited a fresh wave of hatred and disgust towards the misguided kid who was once family. To think he had also dared lay his twisted hands on my mate…the idea was unforgivable. And he will pay for it. For every scratch, every bruise. Andrea’s breathing became slow and even as my fingertips stroked her brow soo
Countless emotions rushed through me as my eyes took in the sight that was in front of me. The cozy cabin’s living room came into view. The scent of fresh-brewed coffee mingling with the scent of breakfast, it made my stomach churn as I had no appetite for anything. There, in the middle where the coffee table was, sat Enzo and Lily, both watching with indulged grins as Cole enthusiastically showed off his prowess at a children’s board game, sweeping aside the pieces with gleeful abandon. Not a single hair was out of place on my beautiful son’s curls, not a mark or blemish on his beaming little face beyond the rosy flush of his excitement. He was safe. Whole. The relief I felt was so great my knees almost gave way. “My baby,” I breathed out in a shaky whisper. At the sound of my voice, three pairs of eyes swiveled in the direction of the staircase, taking in the sight of Aspen holding my admittedly worse-for-wear form. Enzo was the first to rise, hands held out in a placating mann
Everything hurt despite me being at peace. I’d honestly thought I wouldn’t feel anything once I was dead. Why did I still feel? A feeling of grogginess overshadowed my thoughts and I became painfully aware of my whole body as I stirred and clawed my way out of unconsciousness. My whole body felt heavy and my chest felt constricted yet, I could tell I was somewhere safe. I was laying in a deliciously soft bed, the kind of plush comfort I’d missed dearly. The crisp scent of freshly washed linens intermingled with the woodsy, piney aroma that could only belong to one place, my cozy little cabin back at Aspen’s pack. Confusion flooded my senses. Wait…how did I end up here? My brain felt foggy until the memories came crashing back like a violent wave. Luke’s sadistic torment, the crushing certainty that I would never see my precious Cole or family again, the terrifying descent into blackness. But then, cutting through it all…Aspen’s intoxicating scent had washed over me. That earthy
Luke paused mid-swing, chest heaving with the exertion of his hits as his nostrils flared. "Your bastard? Don't fret, my most capable wolves are out watching him. But once he's been...properly raised under my guidance, you needn't concern yourself with the affairs of children any longer," Like said, sounding proud like he was doing me a favor. The images his words stirred in my mind caused me to cry out, a deep, anguish filled cry at the thought of my precious boy suffering at the hands of such a sadistic bastard. The sight of my tears seemed to invite him even more, his expression turned into one of animalistic excitement as he continued his assault, cursing repeatedly as he made each hit. My throat became clogged up with blood, my eyes almost swollen shut, my lungs burned and I couldn’t see anything I could not thinks or feel, all that remained was pain. Blood, my blood, painted the walls in thick runnels with each strike that landed. Still I remained stubbornly defiant in my
A throbbing pain pounded incessantly behind my eyes as consciousness grudgingly slipped through, my mind clearing and my body becoming aware of its state. My head lolled listlessly to the side, cheek grinding against the rough, unforgiving concrete beneath me, I could barely hold up my head. As my fuzzy vision gradually cleared, a new kind of pain blossomed in my chest, the sickening realization that I was chained and spread in what appeared to be some dank, long-forgotten basement cell. "Awake at last, are we my little alpha?" A deep, sneering voice like poisoned honey reached my ears.Luke's hulking form stepped into my rapidly clearing field of view, his lips twisted into a smug sneer of victory. Revulsion and hatred churned in the pit of my roiling stomach at the sight of the vicious gashes I'd managed to inflict on his cheek now scabbed over. An injury from an alpha would never close up, it gave me even greater satisfaction to see how easily he looked like what he was on the i
The heavy silence hung in the air like a suffocating blanket after Theo's passing. Tears streamed down Maria's face as she clutched her dead mate's limp hand, her body shaking with sobs. Viktor looked shell-shocked, staring blankly ahead, his usual stoic expression cracked by raw grief. I pulled Cole tighter against my chest, his small frame trembling from fear and the effort of his earlier wails. My own tears flowed freely as the devastating loss hit me in waves. Despite barely knowing him, Theo's dying words echoed through my mind, his belief in me, A profound sense of both peace responsibility settled on my shoulders.The doctor and Viktor lifted Theo's now cold body from the ground and lay him down on the bed and then the doctor covered Theo's body with a white sheet, his head bowed in somber silence. Just then, heavy foot steps sounded above us. We all tensed, braced for another attack in our fragile state.The door burst open and a large figure strode in, it was Luke, Theo's
The dining table soon turned rather chaotic as Theo's hacking only worsened by the second, his face turned blue and purple his lips became drained of colors they were as white as snow and everything was a symptom of poisoning. Damien held his father close while he shouted orders put to the maids to go get the pack doctors. I could hear just how fast my heart was beating, how the blood fished in my ears and made them ring. Through it all, Theo’s eyes somehow remained locked onto mine even as they started to glass over with sheer, anguished struggle. An eerie sense of acceptance seemed to emanate from their glassy depths, as if he knew…No. I shook my head. Before that unthinkable notion could fully take shape, a series of thunderous booms shook the foundations beneath our feet. Dishes clattered from the table as the heavy wooden chairs skittered across the stone floor, creating more chaos and confusion.I lost my balance and almost fell face first on the floor. “What the fuc
“Maria,” Theo’s low rumble brooked no argument from the corner where he loomed beside Damien and Viktor the two stony-faced brothers pointedly disincluding themselves from the impromptu family scene.I didn’t blame them, I tried my best to push their chilly attitudes to the back of my mind. If I can handle Aspen, I can definitely handle them. Laughing lightly, Maria rose and dusted off her apron with familiar fondness. “Yes, yes, you’re quite right. We’d best get dinner underway before someone’s stomach starts growling us all into submission,” she teased with an amused glint in her eyes. Beckoning me forward, she looped an arm through the crook of mine as if we were lifelong friend. “Come along, dear, and we’ll get you and the little one settled at the table. I want to hear all about your journey here,” she said, her voice filled with genuine curiosity. I wish I could say I was used to things not happening as I expected them to but quite frankly, I was taken aback by how easi