DRAKE Emory whined the entire night. I lay on the couch, a bundle of restless energy.I wanted to run. I had to shift and forget what human emotions really felt like for a while. But this damn arm. I could hear everything coming from Kha's bedroom. Worse, I could feel it. Their connection, her emotions...it all came crashing into me. I felt her excitement at having him back and her overwhelming love for him. But what tore me apart was the guilt...the intense guilt she felt for being involved with me.The realization hit me with a brutal clarity.I was a mistake. She didn't love me, not the way she loved him. My chest ached as if my heart was being physically torn apart. That's why she never told me she loved me. Because she didn't, she loved Kha, not me.I pulled my shirt up to my nose, inhaling her scent where her hair was before. The smell was comforting yet painful, a reminder of what I could never truly have. My heart felt like it was splintering into millions of pieces.
I hadn't slept that well in... maybe forever. Curled up between Kha and Drake, touching them both, it was a whole new experience. The only other times I'd been this close to them were when I had to stop them from fighting. Now that they weren't fighting, the sensations from touching them both were... incredible. Kha woke me up the next morning. We had ended up on the couch the whole night. Drake had shifted and was lying on top of me, and I was lying on Kha. I was surprised Kha could even breathe. What surprised me was that Drake's arm snaked beside me and Kha, resting on the couch between the backrest and us. I wondered how long they had been touching and just dealt with it for my sake. I shifted and looked over my shoulder. I whispered, "Drake." I didn't think he had slept this well in a long time either. He was out. Totally out. I bounced my shoulders again and said, "Drake," louder. He stirred and looked at me, disoriented for a second before he snapped to and sat up, pulli
KHA I was roofied. How could I have let myself get drugged by a girl literally half my size? I replayed it, a relentless loop gnawing at my sanity. Knowing I was innocent didn't ease the pain. It made the ordeal even harder to stomach.In jail, it was hell. I was tased no less than twenty-five times. Some of those were probably deserved, but most weren't. They hit me over the head with a baton in the chow hall and subjected me to invasive strip searches in front of everyone. They denied me food, blankets, soap...Hell, even water for twenty-four hours while I was restrained in that damned chair.I couldn't sleep. If anything happened while I was out, Vance would have surged forward, and we'd both be dead. Each day was a fight to keep him in check. Vance hated me thinking about it, but I couldn't stop. Someone was going to pay for this.The drive back home was torturous. Each thought about the jail made Vance angrier, seething just beneath the surface. I had to remind him multipl
KHA I pulled up to the campus, feeling the exhaustion deep in my bones. Eve and Drake had classes until late afternoon, so I figured I could get a decent nap. I texted Eve as I walked to my building, letting her know I’d be at the dorm and she should come by when she was done so we could drive back to the rental. As I opened the door to my dorm, Eve called and I answered with a smile. The smile faded. “Kha, please listen to me before you go into your...” The second I opened it, I was hit with the smell. Drake. Drake had been in my room. Worse, Drake had left his scent in my room. The stench was undeniable. They had sex in here... in my room. While I was locked up being tortured, they were in each other’s arms. I growled into the phone, “Eve... why does...?” I trailed off as I took in the scene. The wadded-up sheet on the floor, the unmade bed. I felt Vance raging inside me, ready to explode. “I’m about to lose it,” I said through clenched teeth. “I’m going to lock
DRAKEI pulled Eve back from Kha when he was mid-shift. It was hell, total hell. He tore her hand up badly. Her muscles and tendons were hanging, and blood poured everywhere. It was a horrific injury, far worse than anything I'd imagined could happen. Far more than anything someone who claimed to love someone could do. In the ambulance, I rode with her, holding her good hand while they worked on her mangled one. My mind was a mess. A total damn mess. I couldn't see past the anger and fear long enough to process anything else that was happening. Kha had hurt her, really hurt her. It just kept repeating in my head.Emory raged, wanting to tear Kha apart. The sight of Eve's blood, her pain. He never whined louder. I could get my cast off in a few weeks, but she would be dealing with this injury for years.When they took her back for surgery, I went out to the waiting room where Kha was. He was a mess. I wanted to kill him, but I felt bad for him too. Everything was a totally chaoti
EVE Reality hit hard.Drake and I hadn’t cleaned up Kha’s room, and when I saw his text saying he was heading there to lie down, I panicked. Now, after emergency surgery to save a couple of fingers on my left hand, I faced the numbing aftermath. My hand, heavily bandaged, felt like nothing for now, but I knew the pain was waiting in the wings, ready to flood in once the anesthesia wore off. How was I supposed to move on from this? Pretend like nothing happened?Waking up to Eli’s face was the final straw. Eli cut through my grogginess. “What in the hell did you get yourself into now?” “Stop, I can’t... not right now, Eli,” I mumbled, barely holding myself together.“Mom. You are to call me Mom, remember? I am paying for your damn life after all. I deserve that much, at least.”I shifted uncomfortably. “Where are the guys who were with me?” I asked.She gave me her typical disdainful look. “I had them removed. I’m sure they had something to do with this.”“It was a dog, Mom. Th
DRAKE Seeing Eve push Kha away and pull me closer caused a type of excitement to overtake me I'd never experienced before. Emory practically buzzed, his energy merging with mine. When she mentioned not wanting to go home with Eli, it felt like the clouds parting. I offered to drop my classes and take her to my place. Dad might be furious about the classes, but he'd appreciate why I did it.Eve hesitated. "I don't know, Drake… we aren't…"That stung. I stopped her before she could say it."I'm not saying we have to be anything like that, Eve. I just want things to calm down, and I think you do as well. Going home with her doesn't sound like it'll help. I have nothing to offer except to take you home with me. You'll be safe there, taken care of while you heal. Please, Eve... All this chaos will seem like a bad dream in a few weeks… Please, just give me a chance to show you that."She studied me before finally nodding slowly. "A week, Drake… we'll start with a week and see how it goes
DRAKE"Do you? Because I don't think you do," I retorted, stepping closer. "I don't want to force anything on her. I want a real relationship with her."Ty's face darkened. "This isn't about what you want, Drake. It's about what's best for the pack. Eve is perfect. Physically, mentally, in every way. We need to bring her into the pack, and the best way to do that is for you to mark her and get her pregnant. Yesterday."I clenched my fists, trying to keep my anger in check. "You talk about her like she's a breeder, not a person."Ty's eyes narrowed. "Don't be naive. This is about survival and strengthening the pack. If you can't see that, then you're not fit to be Alpha."I couldn't hold back any longer. "Are you in love with her or something? Because you seem obsessed."Ty's lips curled into a cruel smile. "Well, I am an Alpha, and she's... what did she call it again? Alpha bait?"I stepped closer, getting right in his face. "You think this is a joke? You think saying that will make m
DRAKE The stadium roared with energy, the stands packed with students, parents, and alumni, ready for the season's first game. Eve and I sat near the middle. I glanced at her, her bright blue eyes fixed on the field, her lips tight as she scanned the players."Kha's still safety, right?" she asked, her voice quieter than usual, her nerves showing."Yeah, and Con's the quarterback this year," I confirmed. "Con played well last season, so he'll probably dominate. I was watching his highlight reels, and I'm impressed."Eve bit her lip, her hands gripping the edge of the seat. Her anxiety was obvious. Every time Con or Kha got the ball, her whole body stiffened like she was bracing for impact herself."Are they always this intense?" she asked, her eyes following Kha as he positioned himself for the next play."Yeah," I shrugged, glancing at her. "You'll get used to it. Con especially. He lives for this stuff."Just as I spoke, Con took the snap, dropping back to pass. Kha darted across t
EVE He pulled the towel off of my body as he positioned me on the bed. He got up to lock the door, and I couldn't help but watch him, appreciating how much care he took in everything he did these days. He may have been rubbing off on Drake, but Drake was doing the same in return. When he closed his eyes briefly, I spoke up, "Rissa won't come back anytime soon. She's in class." He looked back at me with a small smile. "I just wanted to make sure," he replied before returning to the bed. As he climbed back onto the bed, the playfulness in his eyes was unmistakable. It reminded me of the first time we were together, how he both treated me with gentleness and teased me throughout. He started tracing my breast, circling my nipple before lightly tugging on the ring. The sensation made me arch my back slightly, pressing into his touch. He smiled at me, and then he leaned down, kissing my nipple before looping his tongue through the ring. I couldn't hold back the loud moan, my hips i
EVE I saw Kha lingering outside the locker room and pulled him aside. His posture was tense, and his usual confidence was absent. I didn't want him to go back in there, not after everything that had happened."Kha, let's just go," I urged. "I don't want to wait for you to change."He looked down at me, the stress in his shoulders easing slightly. "Sure," he agreed, though I sensed some hesitation. "What about Drake? I drove here with him in his truck."I frowned, realizing this could complicate things. Drake and I already had our moment. It was Kha's turn now. I needed some time alone with Kha, away from all the tension building up. "Let him know we're leaving. I'll call for an Uber."Kha nodded and jogged over to Drake, who was sitting nearby. I watched as they exchanged a few words, with Kha gesturing in my direction. Drake looked concerned but didn't argue. He just nodded, and Kha headed back to me.While waiting for the car, I decided to text Con. I didn't want him worrying or wo
EVE The day with Conrad was easy, almost too easy. After the morning's chaos, it was strange how simple everything felt when just the two of us were in his room. We didn't do much. We just hung out, letting the hours slip away without worrying about what was happening outside those walls. He was easy to be around, and the stress that usually came with Kha and Drake was nowhere to be found. It was a relief, even if I felt guilty for enjoying it.As the afternoon crept closer to practice time, I realized I needed to change clothes. My usual routine of heading to my room was out of the question. I couldn't bear the thought of running into Kha or Drake or them getting updates from pack members after everything that had happened. They were probably still fuming, and I wasn't ready to face that just yet."I need to change," I said, glancing at the time. "But I don't want to go to my room."Con nodded, understanding immediately. He got up from where he was sitting and rummaged through a d
DRAKE Kha and I sat in silence, both of us trying to calm down after the near fight that had driven Eve away. My chest still burned with frustration, and I could see the strain in Kha's every movement. We'd almost come to blows, and the close we'd come to tearing each other apart made me sick. We both knew better. But knowing better hadn't stopped us. "She's not in her room," Kha muttered. "How do you know?" I asked. After everything that just happened, the thought of her being alone right now was agonizing. I was about to chase her down if we didn't figure out where she was. Command be damned. "Rissa just told me," he replied through gritted teeth. "She checked. Eve didn't go back to her room." It hit me. I knew where she had gone. There was only one place she would feel safe after what had happened. "She's with Ford." Kha didn't say anything at first, but I could see the fear in his eyes. "Of course she is," he finally said. "Why wouldn't she go to him? He's perfect fo
CONI couldn't believe she was here, lounging on my bed like it was the most natural thing in the world. After breakfast, I thought she'd stick with Kha and Drake, but she came to my room instead. She didn't hesitate, didn't second-guess it. Once I got her to calm down, she just walked in and made herself comfortable. Now, she was stretched across my bed, propped up on her elbows, watching me work on her bracelet. I wasn't even trying, yet she seemed drawn to me, like some invisible force kept pulling us together. She looked so calm and at ease in my room, and I wondered how she fit here so perfectly.I focused on weaving together a couple of leather bands with orange glittery strings. I laid the materials on the desk.She tilted her head. "Where do you keep orange glitter clothing?" she teased.I smiled. "They're from my old jersey from my last college. It became my good luck charm after a while, and I thought it might also bring you some luck."She narrowed her eyes slightly, not
EVE We headed to Kha's room after breakfast, and I knew why. Because Drake's room was directly beneath Con's.As soon as we entered the room, I sighed heavily, knowing what was coming."Just get it out," I said, bracing myself.Kha and Drake exchanged a look, biting back their words. I could see the storm brewing in their eyes, but they were holding back. I wasn't going to let them stew in their frustrations all day, not when I could feel their emotions swirling around us, threatening to suffocate me."No," I insisted. "You're not stewing in this all day. Get it out. Now."That was all it took. The dam broke, and it all came pouring out. Drake started. "We're upset, Eve. This whole thing with Ford... it's driving us crazy. We're jealous, okay? We don't like the way he looks at you, the way he's always there, always perfect. It's like he's this perfect guy for you, and we're scared. We're scared you'll want him more than us."Kha jumped in, his emotions even more raw than expected. "
EVE I woke up feeling queasy, but I pushed through it, determined to start the day on a good note. Kha, Drake, and I headed to the dining hall for breakfast. The usual smells hit me like a freight train, and I had to swallow hard to keep the nausea at bay. I tried to focus on the conversation with Kha and Drake, but ignoring the churning in my stomach was hard.I was picking at my food when I saw Conrad walk in. My stomach clenched harder, but it wasn't just the nausea this time. Something compelled me to move, to go to him. I stood up, ignoring the questioning looks from Kha and Drake, and walked over to Conrad.Before I could even speak, Conrad's hand found my arm, his touch steadying me almost instantaneously. The nausea vanished, and I felt clear-headed for the first time that morning. Without thinking, I invited him to join us once he got his food. But it wasn't just an invitation. It was a command. I realized what I'd done the moment the words left my mouth, but it was too
CONRAD I didn't plan on kissing her. Hell, I wasn't even sure how we ended up so close that it happened. But when it did, everything changed. The moment our lips touched, it was like something inside me shifted. I finally understood why those two guys were so damn obsessed with her. The connection between us was intense and something I couldn't shake even after it ended.I would do anything to kiss her again. The spark, the way it made me feel...I couldn't even put it into words. It was more than just a physical connection. It was like a piece of her had lodged itself inside me, and I didn't want to let it go.The fact that she was pregnant, something that had always made me hesitant, suddenly didn't matter. The baby was a part of her, and that was enough for me. Realizing that what had kept me from taking things further with her was now irrelevant should have been unsettling. But it wasn't.Instead, it felt like everything was falling into place, like this was where I was supposed