So argo is staying with Lily and Os. Hope you liked hearing from them a bit. I figured having Argo stay with someone that could give him some one on one attention would be good.
Argo’s pov When I saw Hazel, it was like I was staring at a totally different person. How the hell could someone change so quickly, or was the image I had in my head of her not the real her? I had imagined seeing her for weeks and thought it would be like a scene from a romantic fucking movie, but it was nothing like that. Everything I liked about her suddenly felt bland to me. She was still a nice person and beautiful, but there was no longer any sexual tension. It was so fucking odd. I had told people I loved Hazel, but did I even know what falling in love felt like? Did I have any fucking clue? But before I could say hello to Hazel, I had to greet my other grandparents, who looked at me with trepidation. It must be fucking confusing for them, being scared that their grandson was going to hurt their adopted daughter. Hi, Grandpa Cy. How is it possible you’ve aged in a few fucking weeks?" Grandpa Cy growled, and Grandma April sighed. "Language Argo." Grandma Lily chuckled, "do
Brax’s pov "I’m ready." Of all the words I had thought Airk was going to say, these weren’t them. Airk had mentioned wanting to talk to me about something after having been quiet for almost two weeks. There was only one week left until Airk had to return home. We still spent every night together, but he felt distance. Gone was the talkative Airk, and instead another silent Airk was there to replace him. After our date, things changed. We still touched each other, and I still received amazing blow jobs from my Air, but that’s all it was—sex. Whenever I tried to talk about something else, he became quiet. I only got one-word answers, and I hated it. But as soon as I tried to say more, he'd distract me with his amazing body or the way he could make me cum like no one else had. Mila was busy focusing on training and hanging out with Eli, but it still bothered me how everyone handled whatever happened with Argo. All week I had wanted to ask him why he had lied to me, but every time we
Airk’s pov My heart was breaking, and I felt like I was going to have a nervous breakdown, but I pushed it all down and focused on my sister. Elora needed me right now, and even if I wanted to tell any of them what happened, I couldn’t. If my parents or sisters found out that I had been seeing Brax and especially how it ended, they’d probably try to kill him. Mom especially. Despite what Brax had done, I loved him, and I still thought he loved me. Something makes him think we don’t belong together, but I wish he would just tell me what it is instead of just telling me I’m not his mate. How could he be so sure? Did he already meet his mate? Where was he or she then? Why wasn't Brax with his mate? Or was this all just a lie because Brax truly didn't love me? No. I need to stop thinking about this. Tears started to come to my eyes, and my throat felt dry. If I kept thinking about this, someone would notice. "It’s special, isn’t it?" Dad said, slapping me on the back. "Yeah," I said
Mila’s pov Having a baby in the packhouse is a great distraction. I mean, for Darian and Elora, it’s probably not a distraction but a wonderful blessing that poops, cries, eats, and sleeps all day, but to me and Brax, it is. Brax is trying not to show he’s hurt, or, well, maybe more than hurt. It felt like whiplash trying to compare how Brax was before Airk got here, while he was here, and now that Airk’s gone. Brax was in a bad place before Airk got here, having casual sex all the time but never looking happy. He wasn’t the same brother I grew up with; there was just something about him that felt off. But when Airk came here, he was happy. Truly happy. And now? Now he’s worse than he was. Brax is miserable. He’s barking orders at everyone; he’s either boxing nonstop or burying himself in work. It’s like what Darian was doing when his mother died, but grumpier. The only time I've seen Brax smile is when he’s holding Tristan. Not even grumpy Brax can withstand a baby. Tristan is rea
Argo’s pov Airk’s been home for a few weeks now, and he’s even more fucking miserable than I am. And that’s saying a lot! We have just started school again. Well, he has. I’ve been skipping most of my classes to train with Gamma Rayan. I’ve been telling him that I’ve asked permission, but that’s bullshit. Even if I am dyslexic, it doesn’t change the fucking fact that school is hard for me and I already have too much shit going on. Despite the help I had gotten from Hazel, I still felt fucking dumb whenever I was sitting in one of my classes and the teachers asked us to write or read something. I just wanted to get the hell out of there. I’ve been seeing a therapist, mostly because my family is fucking forcing me. But while I have talked to her about my parents, I haven’t told her all the ways I've fucked up lately. It’s easier to talk about the past than the present, I guess. Isaac is back home too, and we’re being civil. We’re not back to where we were—not even fucking close to b
Mila’s pov "Are you ready?" Eli asked, getting into a fighting stance. Eli was a lot stronger than me; he already had his wolf, but while he might have strength, he lacked skill. Luna Kyra had thanked me for helping Eli train more; training with me had finally motivated him to do what she had asked for years: Eli finally started to train daily. Eli started training after I almost beat him one time, but I haven’t beaten him since. Today was the day, though, and I could feel it. I had moved back home after the summer break was over, but Eli still took time out of his schedule to visit me each weekend to spar with me. Our packs were a little over an hour away, and I really appreciated the time he took to help me. I nodded, letting Eli know I was ready, and he started trying to hit me. He was always the first one to move—never defensive, always offensive. But I had studied his moves over the last few months, and there was always a window; I just needed to hold out long enough. I move
Argo’s pov Mom walked over to me, clearly emotional, and hugged me, "Argo, I’m so fucking proud of you. Not just about graduating, but about the man you’ve become. You know what a fucking honor it is to be your mom?" There’s nothing like everyone congratulating you and telling you how proud they are to make me feel like they didn’t actually think I could do it. They’re not saying it, but their fucking faces are saying a whole lot. I didn’t even think I could do it. But here I am at our big ass birthday party after graduating. It’s not like I got A’s, except for gym, but still, there were some B’s amongst the C's, and fuck it. I graduated, and that’s all that fucking matters. Now I don’t ever have to read another book again. I don’t get the people who actually love to read. Isn’t it fucking boring to stare at words and imagine the story in your head when you have a fucking TV to imagine it for you? "Thanks, mom." I replied. "And thanks for the big ass party. But I thought it would
Airk’s pov Kael, my wolf. He is here. ‘You’ll never be alone again,’ my wolf said kindly in his heavy voice. ‘I’m okay. I have my family and friends. I’ll be okay.’ I replied, not wanting to depress my wolf so soon after meeting me. ‘You don’t have to lie to me, my human.’ I sighed, ‘then do you have any ideas how I will get out of this? How do I stop feeling this way?’ Kael purred in my head, ‘our mate.’ I scoffed, ‘so Brax hurt us, and we’ll find another person to make it better. Shouldn’t it come from within? Replacing the love I felt for one person with another doesn't sound healthy.’ Kael laughed loudly, startling me. ‘Yes, working on yourself is important, but meeting your mate will have a calming effect. It will make you feel complete.’ I honestly didn’t know if I would ever feel complete again. It truly felt like Brax had taken a part of my heart the day he couldn’t answer my question honestly. While I didn’t doubt the Moon Goddess was real, in the last few months I h
Hi!it seems I wasn't very clear. but the chapter from Storm’s pov is actually the end of the Stolen Alpha. So it's not something I can change. I simply forgot about it and I started writing the first draft of Nivia's story and went to read the end to make sure it matched whatever I wrote last year.hope this clarifies things.and yes, Kyra was alive in the chapter. but since Eli named his daughter Kyra, we can pretend its her and not reveal that I sometimes forget my own story......anyway once again thank you for your support. I first need to finish the Luna prophecy before I start on Nivia's story, whatever that may be
- - Five years after chapter 119. -- Argo’s pov Airk slapped my thigh a lot, fucking harder than was necessary. He knew I had been training a lot, and my muscles were still sore from sparring against his mate. Everyone might assume he’s a fragile little luna, but that man works out daily, and he is very fucking protective of Brax. “So, you almost beat him this time.” Airk said, and I wasn’t sure if he was complimenting me or threatening me. “It’s my goal, you know. He is the only one left to beat.” I joked. “You didn’t beat me.” Airk replied, raising his eyebrow. “I beat you when we were fucking fifteen! How could you forget?” As a kid, I’ve beaten him countless times, but I didn’t want to rub it in too fucking much. Mila entered the room, looking like the most beautiful duck as she waddled towards us. I would never call her that to her face, though; my sunshine had turned into quite a monster this pregnancy. She’d fucking rip my balls off if I called her a duck. "Hi, beautifu
So... I thought of a story line for Nivia and started writing the chapter, but then I remembered I actually already wrote a chapter about Nivia (Aeryn's daughter) at the end of the Stolen Alpha. I'll post it here as well, so you don't have to go looking. It's free; don't worry. But in the story, I reveal that Osiris is in his 70s. I did the math, and since Osiris was 28? I think when he became a dad for the first time, Asher was 20 and Aeryn was 18. Once Nivia is 18, Osiris should be... 84. Which in werewolf years isn't that old. I thought he was about 100 now, but I forgot they all had kids a lot younger than humans. So he's safe for now :D But I have three options for Nivia and haven't really settled on one yet. But for most of them, she will go to a special academy for werewolves that they started a few years ago to make sure future alphas and betas won't make the same mistakes. It is something Asher started to make future leaders see they have more in common than they realize.
Osiris’ pov ‘Are you happy?’ Santos asked as I watched all the kids play together. ‘You can literally feel what I feel and hear my thoughts….’ I countered, annoyed with the old wolf. ‘If you consider that you got me when you were eighteen, I’m actually younger than you.’ Santos replied, waging his tale in my mind playfully. In my mind, he was still the same as always, but in reality, like me, he needed assistance. He couldn't walk properly without the help of prostethics. If I could have gone back in time and changed things, I wouldn’t have changed this. I would have made sure Riker was still alive, but then his mate Mia wouldn’t have found her second mate. Maybe I would have saved Kyra or any of the other wolves who have passed over the years, but who knows the ripple effect of that change? ‘You’ve watched The Butterfly Effect too many times.’ Santos said, making me laugh. I've only watched that movie once, but I knew that if I went back in time to change things, life wouldn't
Isaac’s pov Time has flown by. Way too fast. As I’m sitting here, holding my son and seeing my mate after giving birth to another couple's baby, I just can’t believe we’re here. It feels like just yesterday that everyone went home, and Emmy and I were left running the Winter Bone pack. Thankfully, my mom, Sierra, stayed behind to help. As a former beta, she stepped up and knew exactly what to do. She had basically run the pack with my grandpa when my uncle left to find his daughters. My other mom, Kate, was busy trying to find ways to help my grandparents. While I knew Sierra was here to help me, she was also here because Kate could get a little obsessed when she’s working on something. My mom hardly sleeps when she’s in the zone, and she doesn’t stop until it’s finished. Sierra would only be in the way. But now that I have a child of my own, I wonder if mom didn’t also stay behind because she had just seen me hurt badly. Being hurt in battle was the first time I had ever been
Brax’s pov “So, what made you change your mind?” My sister asked, slowly sitting down. It was getting harder for her to walk, sit down, or get up without the help of Argo or someone else. “I don’t think I really changed my mind; it was just..." Before I could finish, Mila started to laugh. “You did a 180. When Airk came home after the bonfire, it was clear you did not want a child this way.” I shook my head, chuckling along. “It wasn’t that. It felt weird to have a timeframe in which Airk and I could start a family.” “Nobody said anything about when you were supposed to have a child," Mila argued. “Didn’t they? Emmy wanted kids with Isaac, but not before helping us. So that meant putting things on hold. And Elora has her own army of pups she wants to push out, so we needed to do the egg extraction at the right time between pregnancies.” Mila giggled. “They don’t have that many kids. Mom has more.” “Mom didn’t have a choice but to keep having kids.” Mila took a deep breath. “We
Airk’s pov “It was so fucking gross.” Argo said, making the same face he made when mom put Brussels sprouts on the table when we were young. “He just ripped his whole fucking face off!” Dad sighed, “I didn’t rip his whole face off. I merely stuck my claws into his face and pulled. I’m not sure what actually came off. Maybe it was just his nose or a piece of his mouth.” Mom gagged, she was in dad's lap around the fire. “You’re not making it sound any better, Ash.” “Speaking of gross-looking things, how is grandpa Os?” Argo asked mom. Dad, Aunt Kat, and more people growled, and Argo threw his hands up in the air. “I was the fucking one that had to carry him like a baby, feeling his melting flesh against my hands. Besides, it’s how we deal with painful things, right, mom?” Mom gave Argo a wink, but then sounded very stern. “Maybe be a bit more tactful next time, Argo. You know how fucking important Os is to people.” “Fine,” Argo scoffed. “How is the fucker?” “He and Mom are doing
Asher’s pov “What the fuck happened?” Storm asked when I came close. He was surrounded by dead bodies and covered in blood. I was still holding on to Argo, who was barely able to walk. Yeah, what did happen? It was hard for me to remember everything. “Alpha Scott had silver nails laced with wolfsbane; he fought with Argo. We need to get out of here.” Storm shook his head, “no, offense, but we’re not going anywhere until you, your son, and I get some bandages or something. Because we’re in no fucking shape to take on any more people.” “Speak for yourself,” I replied jokingly. I stared at Storm’s body; his body was more red than his skin color. Storm smirked at me, “it’s mostly not my blood. But I did get shot, um, twice. So that fucking sucks.” I looked over at my son, who was having a hard time keeping his eyes open. Storm was right. We needed to stop the bleeding and rest before we left. We were sitting ducks here, but I did just kill the Alpha of this pack. So the remaini
Argo’s pov “It’s going to be fucking fine,” Storm suddenly said, startling me. We had been silently trying to track Dad for hours, focusing on all our senses. We weren’t running in wolf shape because some of our travels went through human territory. Also, we couldn’t fucking communicate if we were in our wolf form, since we didn’t belong to the same pack anymore. “I didn’t say a fucking word…” I countered, looking at him with my eyebrow raised. “Your face is telling me enough, little fuckhead.” I scoffed, “well, big fuckhead, I am fine. And dad will be fine too. Unless you’re worried?” Storm shook his head, “Asher can handle anything.” I liked Storm. And not just because he curses a whole fucking lot. He’s good to my sisters, and he’s like a third son to my parents. And he’s given my parents their first grandkids, which puts some pressure on the rest of us. But I knew he was just as worried as I was. Storm was really fucking close to my dad. Like surrogate dad, close. Fucker