~Zach’s Point of View~
What the hell did I do wrong to deserve this? I was told my whole life basically that Tyra was my mate, and I never even remotely questioned it. I spent my every waking moment, and a lot of my dreams fantasizing about her. I had people follow her, take pictures of her, ensure she was safe. Even though she hadn’t wanted to see me, I took care of her in my own way.
Now the Goddess gives me Beth, who has no concept of any of this and who is totally innocent and good. Logic tells me I can’t have them both, but I don’t care. Seeing Tyra with another, with a fucking ALPHA no less, makes me blood absolutely boil.
People have always looked at me in shock that I’m not my father, they wait for me to lose my temper, to be the brute that he is and it doesn&rsquo
~Tyra’s Point of View~I was in a large kitchen, and there was a she-wolf making me some hot tea, which I hadn’t even asked for, but now that I smelled it I wanted it.“Here you go sweetie,” she said, putting the mug in front of me.I quickly took it, grateful for something to hold onto. It was somehow comforting.“Thank you,” I said, wondering what was going to happen now.I heard heavy boots hitting the floor, someone was walking quickly, with purpose.“Where is she,” I heard from the hall. Tyson… shit.He came into view and he was dressed just like the
Morning came quickly, although I slept until nearly 11am by the clock on the side table. By the time I got up, Tyson was gone and a blonde she-wolf laid in his bed.“Good morning,” she said, beaming as I sat up.She was breathtaking, pure blonde hair and a perfect curvy body I kind of envied. Her face though, she was familiar…“Do you remember me Tyra? Ellie,” she said, sitting up.I gasped, holy crap it was Ellie! Ridge’s sister… and the girl that my father took as a hostage and made to swear a blood oath to marry Tyson. What the hell was she doing here?!“I take that as a yes,” she giggled.I threw off the covers and
“Baby this is Chance, he’s a Shadow Warrior and he’s going to take you to see Zach,” Ridge said, leading me outside to a yard. Obviously my mate was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen … but this guy … was … exotic? He was tall, clean shaven head. He was dark tanned almost golden, his eyes were almost … purple. He wasn’t extremely tall, maybe six feet, but he was a solid mass of muscle, he looked like he could pick up a car and throw it. He wasn’t a wolf, but he was mouth watering sexy. “What … what are you,” I asked curiously, not being able to help myself. I held Ridge’s hand. He grinned, a huge mouth of perfect white teeth. “I’m a weretiger,” he said, beaming with pride. “Whoa! Can I see sometime,” I asked. I
~Ridge’s Point of View~ “Dude what a fucking mess, I hate it for you,” Pike said, sitting down next to me. I was sitting on a dock at our lake, my feet were dangling over the edge, in the water. “I mean, she clearly wants me, especially finding out it’s all fake with him. I think seeing him again will actually be good for her, it’ll just make it more obvious what she has with me is not even close to whatever she feels for him,” I said, turning to look at Pike. “So is there a challenge or not,” he asked, confused. “I don’t even know. I want one, it’s the only way a guy like him is going to get it through his head,” I said. “Uhh, well when you're done he won’t have a head,” Pike laughed.
~Tyra’s Point of View~ I fluttered my eyes open, momentarily forgetting where I was since I seemed to be doing a lot of bed hopping lately. It was now Monday, and we had until next Wednesday for the challenge. It seemed like an eternity … way too long for so much uncertainty to hang in the balance. I did mean it though, about trying to see Zach again. I wasn’t sure now though if it was a good idea. If he knew I’d slept with Ridge he’d lose his shit. I felt Ridge’s arms around me, he was breathing lightly in my ear, spooning me. I had no clue what I’d really pictured for my first time, but last night was perfect. If I was being honest I had probably pictured my first time as rape, at least that’s what I’ve believed all these years. I let out a qui
Much to everyone’s shock I kept pace with all the men, my sprints, the weights, you name it. I mean obviously I didn’t lift as much as they did, but I still met all the same number of sets.It was damn hard not to constantly look at Ridge to see what he was thinking about it. Everytime I looked for him he was staring right at me. Even when he’d walk to the water cooler he’d be staring at me.“Where are all the she-wolves, quite a sausage fest in here,” I asked Ridge when we had a moment alone.He laughed, holding his stomach.“Baby they don’t care about this stuff. They have like aerobics and whatnot they do yoga out in the field, some might come watch their mates spar but the guys don’t like it, it's a di
🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️He walked me into a stand up shower, still inches from my face but not kissing me. He held me up with one hand and pulled the door shut, but still just stared at me. My body was completely on fire, on edge with anticipation. Little bastard.“You’re killing me,” I finally said.“Good,” he said.We stared into each other’s eyes as the spray hit us both, it was hot but that was just how I liked it.“You have no fucking idea how hot it was to watch you fight, especially with how good you are,” he said, finally kissing my neck.I moaned into him, putting my hands in his hair. He shoved me
~Ridge’s Point of View~I had never been more turned on in my life watching Tyra in the gym and it was torture. I did everything possible to not show how hard I was, especially since we weren’t alone. If we had been alone I’d have had her over every piece of equipment in there .., and believe me when I say I was visualizing the hell out of it. It was impossible not to.I kept walking around, doing everything to move and stay busy ...and not just stare at her, but it was impossible. Forrest was furious with me and I didn’t blame him. He wanted her marked immediately.When she said she wanted to fight I wasn’t happy at all. I had just gone through a mess to get her, and it still wasn’t even resolved. There was no way I could risk something stupid happening to her
~Epilogue~ ~Four Months Later~ ~Missy’s Point of View~ “Are you sure you’re ready to try this baby,” Nate asked, from underneath me. I made a face, since I was already struggling like hell with my current position. I was splayed out across the top of Nate’s body with my back to his chest. My hair was likely suffocating him. Between everything with the village and having little Fisher, we rarely take advantage of the witches’ offers to send us somewhere exotic anymore. But tonight had been planned for weeks, and both grandmas were handling things so we could have a weekend away. However, I still had to have Kendra pop in every 12 hours
~Missy’s Point of View~ ~Next Month~ “Kendra I don’t understand, what’s so important that you had to--” I fumbled into the dark room to find the light, wondering why she was dragging me into the daycare at 8pm on a Friday night. I flicked the switch and my jaw dropped. “SURPRISE!!!” I gasped and covered my mouth as everyone cheered and shouted. There were balloons all over and confetti flew through the air. I looked next to Renata and saw a giant cake, easily four tiers. On top was a brown haired doll in a shiny red dress just like she’d made me for the dance. There were two males in tuxedos both holding on to the doll.
~Missy’s Point of View~ *Are you really not going to shift back,* I said, feeling defeated. My wolf and I laid in front of the packhouse and everyone gawked at us. It had been hours and hours since my shift, and my wolf seemed to be content to stay. She was still mad that I forced her shift early, she was mad that our mates weren’t here to see it and help. She was determined to stay until she got to see them and offer a piece of her mind. I was certain her little badass attitude would fall away once she saw them. The humans were very curious about her, and she let them pet her. She thought it made her feel special and important. Admired, when she couldn’t get that satisfaction from her mates. “Everyone can
~Nate’s Point of View~Could there be anything more impossible than both my mates needing me and having to choose? Missy only gets her first shift once, we had to know it would happen after getting marked. But we couldn’t put off the invasion, not when the Shadows were all ready to go.Would Ryan have been okay without me? Probably. It wasn’t like I did anything but try to comfort him anyhow. This was a whole new dynamic that would take some real thought. Two mates absolutely dependent on me, and Ryan having two dependent on him as well. We were as joined as three people could be. If you’d asked me even a month ago who I would choose in a moment like this, of course I’d have said Missy. She should always be the number one choice. But now I also know, if anything happened to Ryan it would positively devas
~Renata’s Point of View~ I felt Diego now as if he were so close, but I still couldn’t mind-link him. I watched out the window as there was a crazy rain storm that seemed to come and go, then a glowing light in the distance made my jaw drop. I quickly opened my two windows in shock, trying to be sure I was seeing things correctly. A forest fire. Ohh goddess! They’ll never put that out! They’re gonna burn the damn pack to the ground! Oh fuck I gotta get outta here! My mind went into overdrive and I suddenly had to wonder if I could shift and be able to get out of the ankle cuff, I’d have a smaller leg. Would that work? Desperate times Renata… I cle
~Ryan’s Point of View~I hadn’t been in the battle of Blood Claw, but everyone damn well knew the stories. A witch that could raise the dead, use them as a fucked up to way to fight your enemy. And in smoke so thick you can’t even see what’s coming at you? I didn’t sign up for this shit!*Renata, it’s all for her. We are here for her,* Huck reminded me.*It’s all for killing our fucking father,* I reminded him.We all had knives or daggers of some sort, but no guns. Did guns even work against the dead? Did knives? Fuck if I know, there isn’t a training manual for batshit crazy witches!*Katrina thinks this wit
~Missy’s Point of View~ I can only make popcorn for so damn long, what am I going to do for all these people tonight? On top of that, I had a huge migraine and my skin was just super itchy. Maybe if I could sneak away and get a bath I’d feel better. I was already sick of the wink and nudge act from Nate’s mom who kept finding excuses to look at my neck. Although, several people did. They said I smelled different and of course everyone knew what that meant. “We’ll have to have a proper Luna ceremony,” someone said. I had no idea what that entailed, but with my mates gone and my best friend kidnapped it was hardly something I could waste my brain space on for now.
~Diego’s Point of View~ I stood on the practically barren Blood Claw lands, and could hardly imagine what this looked like once upon a time. Tyson didn’t much like to talk about his childhood, he said he was just a mindless zombie doing and going where he was told much like everyone else. That was hard for me to believe now, knowing how strong and confident he was today. But I guess we were all children at some point, just eager to please our parents. Goddess knows I was always trying to prove myself. I had a massive family but we were now spread out all over the place. My parents still live with my youngest sister who has yet to shift. I have no clue what they’ll do when they finally have an empty house, maybe … just maybe I could convince them to come here. They didn
~Renata’s Point of View~ After Tyler’s stupid ass witch succeeded in scaring the shit out of me, everyone left me alone. One of the cooks from the packhouse I knew so well … an older female named Mary, brought me some fruits and finger foods. She refused to really look at or speak to me though. I couldn’t hold it against her, she was obviously scared. Sometime around two in the morning I did drift off to sleep, though it was so light and paranoid I woke barely feeling I’d slept. The sun was up, yet I was still here. I absolutely did dream I woke up back at home, in the strong arms I’d come to know so well. To depend on. How’s this possible? Aren’t they coming for me?