I wanted a longer chapter, but I didn't have time to finish it on time. So I'll try to write more tonight.
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
Argo’s povFuck, I was nervous. I wasn’t even this fucking nervous before taking that stupid history test, which I got a C+ for. For some, that might be a bad score, but I was fucking celebrating when I saw that C. Fuck being the best; just being good enough is fine by me.Well, in school, that is. When I’m fighting, I have to be the best. Losing once and again is normal, but it’s only acceptable if you learn from it. Then next time, you beat them like a fucking boss.'Distracting yourself with stupid monologues won’t help,’ Stark said.Where the fuck was my supportive wolf?'Your supportive wolf is still here, but he doesn’t like hearing you talk inside your head for the whole flight. You could talk to me, you know.’ Stark growled, annoyed.'Sorry. I’m just not used to you yet. But are you just as fucking nervous as I am?’I could feel Stark shrug his shoulders in my mind. Do wolves actually do that?‘I’m not the one that will be doing the talking. This is all you.’'Maybe you should
Mila’s pov Before the match, I was stupid, dumb, or maybe sentimental. I don’t fucking know. But getting ready for this tournament made me think of Argo and the things he had taught me. If things were different, would he come today and watch me? Would he cheer me on from the sidelines and tell me I did a good job? I sighed. What was wrong with me? Even now, I still wanted Argo’s approval. Or maybe it was that Elora told me Airk and Argo’s birthdays were today. He would get his wolf today, and then he would meet his mate soon. What would she be like? Someone who would argue with him? A fighter like him? Or would he need someone who calmed him down, someone like Hazel? Yeah. Stupid me had checked out Hazel’s social media a few times, and I must say it made me hate her less. For a while, at least. All her pictures were of animals, books she read, and food. Hardly any selfies, and all in all, pretty boring. But still, I hated her a bit. Because despite being pretty boring on social m
Mila’s pov "Congratulations! And you won the tournament, just like your big brother." Brax said over the phone. Thanks; I still remember when you won. You didn’t even break a sweat." I joked. "I’m sorry for not being there for the tournament and for your party tonight." Brax sounded like he really meant it, and part of me felt bad that he wasn’t here. But it would be too much for Brax right now, and we both didn’t want to worry our mother. "I was the one who told you to stay home. How are you anyway?" I told Brax, hoping it would take away some of his guilt. Brax sighed, "I’m angry. At the world, at myself, and at everyone who does get the person they love in their life. I’m trying not to be. Honestly, I’m doing a lot better as long as I keep busy." "Maybe therapy might help, or at least talking to someone?" I suggested. "Yeah, maybe." Brax said, but he quickly changed the subject. "Elora told me about the bonus fight that happened after the tournament. So Argo won against Eli,
Airk’s pov ‘Come,’ I told my brother through the mindlink. ‘No,’ Argo’s voice rang in my head. ‘It’s about Eli and Mila,’ I said, and he sighed deeply before he murmured a curse under his breath. ‘Where? And why all the fucking secrecy?’ ‘Mom is having a videocall, but you know how loud she talks." Hurry.’ I replied. Argo had run back from Mila’s back and had gotten an earful from Mom for embarrassing them. He didn’t even tell our parents the real reason he fought with Eli or that he started it. He just stood there with his head hanging low and took their endless sermon about how he should think more before he acts. Finally, dad told mom it was enough and sent Argo to his room, where he told me everything that had happened. I never really had a problem with Eli, but the way he was acting towards my brother made me reach out to Elora. She needed to know the truth, and hopefully she would tell Elora too. I knew Argo would never tell her himself; he was feeling too low and embarra
Brax’s pov It’s been months—almost six months—since I’ve last seen Airk. In real life, that is. Apparently I’m a glutton for punishment because I keep staring at every picture I have of him. On social media, it appears he’s doing okay. I’ve seen pictures of him laughing with his friends and family. Pictures of Airk and Isaac going to college classes together. Airk is living his life, and soon he’ll find his mate, and I’ll be a distant memory. ‘I doubt that,’ Hudson says. ‘You don’t forget your first love that easily.’ Airk was my first love. He might not be my mate, but he’ll always be a part of my heart. Would I be part of his too? "Hey dickhead, are you done staring at your phone?" "Argo, I’ve told you not to call me that. Especially not in public." I growled. "Fine, Alpha Brax, o good and mighty Alpha. Please, can you help the humble, loyal future Gamma of your pack and focus your attention on training for one fucking second?" Argo said with a smirk. "I can just send you ho
Airk’s pov ‘And Brax is coming?’ I asked my brother. ‘Yeah, like I’ve fucking told you a million times before, he’s coming.’ ‘How did he look?’ I asked, mind-linking my brother during dinner. Just one more day, and I would see Brax again. ‘Like shit. I don’t fucking know. He always looks the same to me, but he did have a big reaction when I told him you still loved him.’ ‘You did what?!’ ‘Yeah, he had the same deer in headlights look you’re having right the fuck now. What? Was I not allowed to state the fucking obvious?’ "Boys…." Mom said, "as much as I am happy you can both mindlink now, please stop having private conversations at the dinner table." Argo raised his eyebrows, "so you’re saying you and dad don’t have private conversations all the damn time?" "That’s for your fucking benefit. Do you want to hear us talk dirty?" Mom replied, challenging my brother. Argo didn’t answer, and mom scoffed, "yeah, didn’t fucking think so." Dad shook his head and gave mom a kiss, "pri
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