Baylor seems to be catching on to his leadership role fairly well. Poor Kenneth, he has no idea what just happened to him and all he wants is a kiss. Hopefully someone tells him quickly that he can kiss Phoebe for the rest of his life. Please leave a gem or a comment. I love hearing what you have to say. Thanks for reading. -A :)
Kenneth POV In my periphery I see Clive approaching fast and but I am staring at Phoebe as she reaches a hand forward to touch my arm. The little electrical tingles startle me, “What the fuck was that?” Phoebe looks like she might cry and I don’t want her to cry and Clive puts his hand on my arm. “Kenneth, are you okay, tell me what’s going on?” “Well, we just came back from the run and I was shifting back and I smelled peanut butter cups and fresh rain and I saw Phoebe. As I started walking towards her, the scent intensified. But then she stopped in front of me and said ‘mate’ and then she zapped my arm.” I can honestly say I have never seen a man laugh quite as hard as Clive did in that moment. He turned his head towards Phoebe and said, “Well little sister, it seems the reason you hadn’t found your mate was he’s a bit younger and an American until recently. Kenneth, my apologies, I didn’t even think to tell you fellows that you could possibly find your fated mates tonight.” As
Unknown POV Well look at here, they’ve found the little bastard heir and brought him home. I was sure that he had died in the crash with his parents. I did after all pay a great deal of money to ensure there were no survivors. When I received word that the task was complete, I made my move to make Skatom Mochain mine. It seems I have a refund to collect for the incomplete job. Oh, and they will pay with more than money, they will pay with blood! Skatom Mochain never even saw me coming until it was far too late. Beta Neil, his mate Adele and their son Clifford were the first that I killed. Then I moved onto Gamma Richard’s pregnant mate Ashley, I almost considered drawing that one out with a bit of extra fun but knew that I had to move swiftly, knowing that it wouldn’t take long for Gamma Richard or the Elite pack warriors to discover that the beta family had been murdered. With the hierarchy out of the way, my army of rogues and I began taking out warriors and skilled fighters swif
Baylor Pov I am not sure if I even understood what real training would look like once I was able to shift. Prior to shifting what we did would be considered basic conditioning or calisthenics. What we were doing now was more like a mix of army boot camp mixed with an underground fight club. I had every surface of my body punched or kicked today and had no idea how I would manage to do this every single day. Clive told me that we had something called wolf healing that would have me good as new before we even finished with lunch. That’s where I am headed now, the pack house for lunch, praying that my tired sore legs will carry me there without falling down. Where I open the door I am hit with the most amazing smells, “Smells like my girl has been cooking her ass off again,” Kenneth boasted while patting his stomach. He is right Phoebe is an amazing cook, everything she makes smells and tastes amazing. Phoebe came into the dining room wheeling a cart with an enormous pot and bowls on
Mitchum POV So, I have accepted this whole werewolf thing. It’s kind of cool really. It’s nothing like in the movies, although I would like to shift on the run like I saw the one character do in that movie based on a good book series. That would be pretty dope if I could do that, though I would have to replace my clothes often. I guess I will have to think about that some time. Anyway I was saying, I accept being a werewolf and that I went from being an orphan with two guys I consider my brothers, to part of a pack which seems to mean a family. But I can not accept what happened to that girl Siobhan. I call it like I see it and maybe I am just a dumb human still, but that was rape. Who cares what her rank is? I certainly don’t, she’s a human being and her body belongs to her and only her. Bay has to make sure this doesn’t happen to anyone ever again, or I may just lose my shit! Kenneth’s mate Phoebe was an Omega and I am sure she wasn’t treated like that. So I am trying to understa
Baylor POV I had a few ideas that I wanted to run by Alpha Colin, not that I needed his permission but I valued his opinion and input. One of the ideas I had would work for the short term, but I didn’t want it to be wasteful for the long term. One thing I learned once the guys and I ran away from the orphanage, was you don’t waste anything. I don’t know what kind of money the pack has, but I want to use it wisely and eventually figure out a way to make more. I notice we don’t have a large amount of children at least not yet, but we only have a little more than half of the pack here so far and that could change things. But I think we should probably look into making a more formal school system and set up a daycare-preschool. So these things in addition to housing are top of my priority list, right after training and keeping the pack safe. I should probably find out more about what happened after my parents' deaths that sent the pack into hiding in the first place. I don’t want a rep
Baylor POV We got the entire space cleared and ready to erect 4 barns, they could be spaced far enough apart to be separate entities once they were no longer housing. Colin and I made phone calls and the supplies should be here in two days time in the meantime. Every nook and cranny that could be filled, had been filled with the 450 pack members that were already here. All I could think is that I truly hoped the remaining 250 wouldn’t be here until we could get these structures built. At dinner we ate in shifts so there would be plenty of seating for everyone. The guys and I helped serve and we were like a well oiled machine. I guess the time working at Running Cool back in Colorado had paid off with more than a paycheck for survival. As we worked we would pass different things back and forth by tossing them. It became dinner entertainment for the pack as they watched us move around. I decided since they have shared some of themselves with us while we worked earlier to add to the s
Kenneth POV Now that I am actually on my way to stay with Phoebe, I must admit I am a little nervous. I am not a virgin, but my first time back in the states was so monumentally disastrous that I haven’t tried again. The only thing I likely have in my favor when Phoebe and I mate and mark is that she was waiting for her mate, so if I screw this up, no pun intended, she won’t have someone to compare me to. The sparks I feel as we walk along hand in hand are incredible, and the feeling in my heart I never knew I could feel love like this. Like Bay and Mitchum, I never knew I was a werewolf until recently. I can’t remember a time before I was in the orphanage, so I have no idea if I had parents who loved me at some point. I usually never even think about it, but feeling this intense feeling of love for Phoebe, makes me wonder about what my past may have been. “Are you okay Kenneth dear? You seem upset,” Phoebe asked. I nodded, I didn’t want her to know that I feel inadequate. “I am oka
Baylor POV I woke up pretty early this morning. I assumed that Kenneth would probably come to the packhouse when Phoebe did and I wanted to know how things went. I am not a creeper or anything, I generally apply the don’t ask don’t tell principal when it comes to the sex lives of my buddies. This was different though, I don’t want to know the dirty deet’s of their physical intimacy, I was curious about the marking part of it though. So hopefully before the packhouse becomes too busy for the morning, we can sit and talk. So I quickly showered and dressed for the day before heading down the stairs. As I walked into the kitchen to grab some coffee Kenneth was sitting on a stool watching Phoebe bustle around the room. “Good morning Alpha, would you like some coffee before we all have to head off to training?” Phoebe practically sang. They must have had a successful night, if her extra cheer was any indicator. “Sure Phoebe, but I can get it. You don’t have to wait on me,” I replied. “Non
Baylor POV six months later “Would you quit staring at her already? I am sure that even the Queen of the Weebles is gonna kick your ass, if you don’t quit staring at her Kenneth,” I teased trying to push Kenneth out the front door of the packhouse. “Kenneth is P.W.’ed bad,” Mitchum taunted. “P. W.” Marlon and Connie parroted from their play pen. “I'm sure I don’t want to know what that means. And I definitely don’t want the pups repeating it,” Siobhan growled as she came into the common room. “What? You didn’t yell at Baylor for saying A S S, but I say P.W.’ed and I’m in trouble,” Mitchum sulked. “They didn’t repeat after their Alpha. They repeated after their Uncle Mitchum,” Siobhan scolded as she gave the pups each a carrot stick. “I was just saying that Beta Kenneth is Phoebe Whipped. Geesh, accidentally teach the pups the F Bomb and I am in the dog house for life,” Mitchum whined. “Come on dude. We all know what the real meaning is and no, Siobhan doesn’t want to know
Baylor POV It shook me to my core when I learned that most wolves don’t survive when they lose their mate. I had given up on the battlefield and if it hadn’t been for Uncle Mike and Phoebe, Delania would most likely have died as well. That would have been another person who had died for me senselessly. So I have increased my training so that hopefully I am never in that position again. As for Alpha Colin himself, he has moved to the city to live above The Howling Shamrock Dublin and will continue to manage my finances until I am of age to do so myself. He said that even with the bond severed it was difficult to face pack life. His son came once he received the message we had sent to him through Agatha. He asked that we wake him and give him the choice of surviving or following after Luna Freya in death. He chose to live and it took half of the Crone’s coven to completely sever the bond and remove Luna Freya’s mark. These were some of the most powerful witches in Ireland and it prov
Baylor POV Once Delania and I had made it up to our room, I unceremoniously fell face first into bed. I may have been out for a day and a half, but I was completely exhausted and sleep claimed me quickly. When I woke up it was an entirely different story. I felt completely energized and ready to face my day. It might have had something to do with the woman riding my cock as I woke. “Well good morning to you too, beautiful,” I said, reaching up and pulling Delania down for her lips to press against mine. When our lips parted her eyes were full of mischief and she said, “I’m sorry. Did I wake you?” I squeezed her ass and replied, “Feel free to wake me like this anytime. Though that would remove the foreplay, I rather enjoy that part too.” She rose up and began riding at a quick pace and I grabbed her hips to meet her thrust for thrust. “Maybe next time then,” she said with a breathy moan. Watching her enjoy herself, lost in pleasure, stirred something inside me and I rolled to swi
Baylor POV The darkness didn’t last long and almost instantly there was a cacophony of sound. I heard Delania breathing next to me before the shouting began and the packhouse door slammed open. It took a few moments more before my eyes opened and I could see that I was in the medical room and I could hear every vile thing that Marissa, the fucking cunt, was screaming at my mate. By the time everything was completely focused, I heard Delania very calmly telling Marissa to leave and that she was unwelcome here. That bitch was less than unwelcome, she was already dead and didn’t know it yet. Pain screamed through my body as I sat up and tried to swing my legs off of the bed. I heard Marissa say, “I’m not going anywhere. Your mate killed mine and I am gonna kill him while you watch.” The anger that surged through me was greater than the pain and I instantly knew how I was going to kill Marissa. ‘Shammus?’ ‘Welcome back dummy.’ ‘Not the time, Shammus. I don’t think my human body is re
Delania POV Baylor had been out for well over twenty four hours and I was beginning to worry about how badly his internal injuries may have been. I have only left his side for that initial shower and then to empty my bladder after that. After a few hours I had licked all of the wounds that I could, knowing that the saliva of your mate could aid in the healing process. I could see improvements, so that gave me some hope. Sirona had come in a few hours ago and said that she was going to get Baylor more cleaned up now that he had begun to heal more. I asked if his vitals were stable and once she confirmed that they were, I asked her to please set up what was needed for his bath and I would do it. It wasn’t a jealous mate thing, it was me not wanting to leave and let someone provide care that I could provide myself. “This soap is an antibacterial, so it won’t hurt the wounds that are not completely healed. But make sure you rinse it well so that the Alpha doesn’t get a rash from the res
Baylor POV Wow, this place is positively beautiful! The skies are so blue and the grass and trees are so green they don’t hardly seem real. Looking out at the crystal waters it almost takes my breath away. It’s so peaceful, but a little lonely. “You’re not alone dummy, I’m right here with you,” I hear a familiar voice say. The odd part is this is a voice I normally hear only in my head. I turn my head to the side and see my wolf Shammus sitting next to me. “Shammus, how come I can see you? Why are you out of my head?” I questioned the odd occurrence. “We’re in the healing space. It is the only time other than death where we will ever be two instead of one,” Shammus explained as if this was an obvious answer. But it isn’t really that obvious to me, why would we need to be in the healing space. “I don’t understand, Shammus. Why are we here? You said we aren’t dead, can you please explain this to me?” I truly was confused by the situation and I wanted answers. “The battle finally ca
Delania POV Looking at Baylor laying in this bed it reminds me of how young he really is. If he were human he wouldn’t even be old enough to fight in a war for his country. But he isn’t human and he is the Alpha of Skatom Mochain who fought until he couldn’t for his pack. I brushed his hair off of his face and bent to place a soft kiss on his forehead. “Come back to me baby. Our pack needs you, I need you. Uncle Mike is here and he needs you too. Wake up baby, I love you,” I told him, holding his hand in mine. I couldn’t hold back anymore as the tears streamed down my face. This man with a defined sense of right and wrong, who stood for equality and justice was laying here broken. I remember Baylor telling me that it had been his dream to come to Ireland and find his family for as long as he could remember. He had made it and gotten a much larger family than he could have possibly dreamed of. He worked diligently to learn and be the best for his family. That’s what we all were, th
Delania POV I knew the moment Baylor went down, I felt it through the mate bond. I was stunned for a moment before I began running full force towards the area where the worst of the fighting had been. As I was running past the training grounds my heart almost stopped when I saw Ichor carrying Baylor in his arms. “Is he?” I cried out. I couldn’t say anything more, it felt like I couldn’t even breathe. “He’s alive but he’s badly injured. He kept fighting long after he should have been down. He has a strong will to survive,” Ichor answered. “We need to get him to the medical room,” I said. “That’s where I am taking him, Luna. Are your healers already there?” Ichor asked calmly. “I can’t remember. I can’t remember who our healers… Wait, Sirona, I’ll call Sirona,” I stuttered my mind going in a million directions. “Good, you call for Sirona. She’ll take care of your Alpha,” Ichor said slowly. ‘Sirona, please come to the packhouse right away! The Alpha is hurt badly and is unconsciou
Baylor POV Over the next several days everyone in the pack fell into a normal routine. All pack members from age fourteen to well past fifty did some level of training, pups as young as eight were learning but their training was very mild in comparison to those who may possibly face a fight. We had a dedicated team of pack members who were working on the housing project. There were currently ten homes under construction, which meant families would start being able to have privacy. I had pack members approach me requesting permission to start building a grocery store, a coffee shop, and two restaurants. We were slowly finally on the road to rebuilding. I fell into a routine as well. I would wake two hours before the training for the elite team of warriors began so that I could do a perimeter check and look for deficiencies in the border patrol. After elite training I would oversee the various projects going on around the pack and join in on other training sessions when I could. In th