Thanks for the idea. I have always wanted to share why Storm was on the mission. but i didn't consider giving him a pov until your comments. he wants to try and save Jace and feels bad for his part. Do you think Jace stands any chance? is he beyond redemeption?
Argo’s pov "Are you ready, Argo?" Aeryn asked me. "Can you ever be fucking ready?" Aeryn shook her head, "no, but this is your first big battle. I’m just checking. You’ve been dealing with a lot, and now that we’re here for Airk and, -" Mila cut in, growling at my sister. "Just let him do his job! You’re only making him more nervous!" Mila suddenly realized she had just shouted at an alpha. "Shit, sorry, Alpha Aeryn. I didn’t mean it like that. He’s just. He’s ready; don’t worry." My sunshine turned into a fucking tomato and quickly stopped walking until she was walking next to a few soldiers behind us. Mila and I had fallen asleep in each other’s arms and woken up when the sun came up. We had talked about the battle all morning, and I had shared my nerves with her. She shared her crap with me, so it was only fair that I do the same. I told Mila about my talk with Grandpa and that it had occurred to me that I could lose my life, which pissed Mila off. She had said pretty much t
Mila’s pov Argo’s plan was great but impulsive. I knew as soon as he left that he hadn't thought out his plan as well as he should have. I was sure he could kill the machine that was covering the woods in wolfsbane fog, but how was he going to get out of there once he did? I turned to the soldiers, who were waiting on word from Argo for their next move. The wolfsbane in the air had made sure the possibility of mindlinking would be impossible, so it was either me or one of the gammas from the other pack to tell them what to do. And I knew Argo would choose me, and it seemed the soldiers did too. They all looked at me, waiting to be told what to do. "As soon as Gamma Argo has stopped the smoke, we attack." They all nodded their heads in understanding. "The gasmasks limit the enemies vision, but as soon as the smoke is cleared, they’ll take them off. So take advantage of the moment before they do. Sneak up on them, take them by surprise, and get our gamma out of there." "Fuck yeah.
Brax’s pov Talking about Rose was becoming easier. It wasn’t my dirty little secret anymore. She had lost her life because of me, but it wasn’t me who pulled the trigger. The more I talked about my mate, the more I realized she wasn't something to be embarrassed about. Pretending like she never existed was much worse than telling everyone that she died because of me. It didn’t mean I was ready to tell everything, especially not while we were in the middle of a mission to save the man I loved more than anything in the world. "You’re going to take good care of him, won’t you?" Asher asked while we were waiting for Storm and Osiris to give the signal. Storm knew the packhouse well, and with Eve’s map of all the different routes, we should be able to sneak in undetected. But first we needed to get through the damn garden and avoid every camera and gadget they had in here to detect trespassers. Jace was one paranoid son of a bitch. The more the war went on outside of the border, the
Airk’s pov I must be dreaming. This can’t be real. I saw dad and grandpa in front of the glass. In front of the very glass where I had seen my mate have sex with the woman he called "baby." I knew that wasn’t her name; he had only mentioned her name once when he was threatening her life. Like my name, he refused to use hers. Maybe it was too much effort to learn people’s names, or maybe it was a way to remind them they could be easily replaced. We were nameless people that nobody cared about. Jace only brought her into the cell, but I could feel him with other people as well. Once he realized it hurt me but not him, he tried to have sex as often as he could. When he did beat me up, he lessened the amount of wolsbane in the cell. But it still stopped Jace from feeling most of it. Jace hurt me any chance he could, but he never came close to killing me. Jace didn’t want me dead. He wanted me to learn a lesson. I was pretending I was compliant, pretending I would do whatever he wante
Brax’s pov Once Airk had rejected Jace, Storm had reached into his chest and taken his heart out. While I was the one who wanted to kill the fucker for touching Airk, at this moment, I knew holding him in my arms was more important. The fighting stopped, and Asher turned to his father, who was lying on the ground, lifeless. Osiris suddenly coughed up some blood and spit out a bullet. "You’re alive!" Asher said, taking his father into his arms. They seemed to mindlink, and it was probably because Osiris was unable to speak with that nasty wound in his mouth. Goddess, it looked gross. "Stop staring at the man, and let’s get the fuck out of here," Storm growled. Asher put his arm under Osiris, and I held on to Airk while the woman walked closely behind us. Storm led the way through the packhouse. Everyone in the packhouse bowed their heads, scared of what we would do now that their Alpha was dead. "I think you should stay here," Asher said. Before Storm could argue, Asher raised h
Argo’s pov I had been having the weirdest fucking dreams, and when I finally woke up, I was half expecting to be dreaming still. Mila was leaning over me, her boobs so close to my face that I could almost touch them. This must be a fucking dream. Her scent was all around me, and the view was fucking amazing. I couldn’t resist teasing her as I moved my head up to carefully rub my nose against her nipples. She was still too far, so I lifted my chest up to get closer. It hurt like fucking hell, though, and I screamed out before she did. "You’re awake!" she said, surprised. "And in fucking pain. Next time, just press those boobs to my face, so I don’t have to hurt myself. What the hell were you doing anyway? Not that I'm complaining; it was the best view to wake up to." Mila rolled her eyes before looking at my chest. "You’re lucky you didn’t tear any stitches. I was checking the monitor. It looked like your heart was going faster than usual." "With you close, I can imagine why. Can
Mila’s pov When I left Argo’s room, his parents and sister were all staring at me, smirking. "What?" "O, nothing." Elora said it with a big smile. "I’m just happy you’re going to be my sister." "I haven’t decided anything yet…" Leia scoffed, "a mark is a pretty big fucking decision." "He was dying!" I exclaimed. Why couldn’t they understand I didn’t have a choice? Asher smiled at his mate before pulling her onto his lap. "What my princess is saying, is thank you, and we will wait patiently until you both figure things out. But if it were up to us, we would be happy to have you be part of our family." They had already thanked me enough for saving Argo. All week, while he was in a medically induced coma, they thanked me for marking him and saving his life. I had been training the soldiers, sitting with Argo, or helping Elora and Brax. Anything to keep busy. ‘You didn’t do anything wrong,’ Leysa reassured me. I knew I didn’t. So why did every person I killed that day pop up in
Hi, I just wanted to let you all know that my sister is close to giving birth, and I have offered to take her five year old son this weekend to help out. This means I might be too busy to write. I am trying to write for both stories, but I have a hard time focusing since I'm feeling anxious for my sister. This hasn't been an easy pregnancy for her, and I hope it all goes quickly and smoothly. I love the support you've given me so far, and I've really been enjoying writing these stories for you. No pressure, but I would really appreciate a review if you're up for it. It would help me gain more readers. Other than that, I just wanted to say thank you for reading and leaving comments. I get such a kick out of seeing your reactions to each chapter. I had planned to give Airk this amazing mate since the beginning, and it was hard to go through with it at times because nobody deserves such a mate. But I really wanted to tell a story about rejection and second chances. Hopefully I'll b
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