Part 1 - Before
Shane
I have loved her since the first time I laid eyes on her but I won’t start there. Let’s start the day before I saw her, the day before I met her, the day before my life changed.
Hack. Hack. Hack.
The meat split and fell apart under my blade. I spent my day cutting meat into smaller pieces. The other kids my age preferred to work out in the field, saying it was more fun being outdoors under the sun. I preferred being on my own.
All the meat hung from the ceiling. My daily job was to prepare the meat for the packhouse meals. The errand boy would run the packaged meat to the packhouse kitchen where they would prepare it for the higher-ranked members. Someone ran up to my window. I wasn’t expecting him for another hour.
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
When Devin came up to the window, I was even more confused. Why was he here? Probably here to spout off more useless information. Devin was someone who worked in the fields tending to the vegetables. Sometimes he worked in the barn with the animals but he loved to gossip. If you needed information, Devin was your man. He would tell you everything and anything you needed to know. He leaned against the wall, his skin was tan, he had his brown hair tied back, and his gray eyes were full of excitement.
“I’ve got news,” he said.
I knew what he was doing, he was baiting me. He wanted to tell me probably as much as I wanted him to leave but I knew how he worked. He wouldn’t leave here until I gave in and asked him. He wouldn’t tell me until I made it seem like I wanted to know.
“I’m not interested.”
“Come on,” Devin pouted. “You know you’re interested. I wouldn’t come to you unless I had information on something you would cared about.”
“How would you know what I care about?” I asked as I raised the knife. It came down and split thigh from body. Devin’s eyes locked on it and he made a face as I threw it into a pile.
“It’s about a certain damsel.”
I faltered on the second swing and came down too hard on the meat. What should have been a clean cut looked more like a wolf from the pack ripped it from the bone.
“Damsel?” I asked, trying to keep a disinterested tone in my voice. But something about the Alpha’s mysterious daughter had always caught my interest.
“See? I knew you cared. So, the Alpha’s daughter has made an appearance.”
“Why does this matter to me?” I asked. I was already kicking myself for falling into his trap.
“No one has ever seen her outside the packhouse! That’s why it matters! He’s kept her inside for a little over ten years, or so I’ve been told.”
“I’m failing to see why this is important,” I grunted as I cut a pig down from the ceiling. It fell onto the table with a thud and Devin swallowed slowly.
“I’m the one who saw her outside of the Pack House and I have to say, she’s breathtaking. I’d compare her looks to that of a fallen angel but instead of blonde hair, she’s got long brown hair. She’s still young but whoever her mate is is one lucky dog.”
I sliced the pig open from chest to belly and Devin looked away. “Aren’t you going to ask me more?” Devin asked. “How can you be so uncaring about this?! She won’t be of age for at least six more years.”
“I still don’t understand why you’ve come to me with this,” I mutter as I start pulling out the innards.
“You’ve been on and on about finding a new conquest. I think the Alpha’s daughter is where you could start,” Devin said smugly.
“If I wanted to get killed I would start with the Alpha’s daughter, and I happen to be fond of my neck.”
“Oh, come on. Where’s the fun in that? Don’t you think there would be a bit of a thrill in the chase? I can see it already. The sneaking around, the secret touches, the longing glances exchanged across the room.”
“Across the room? See, you already sound interested. Why don’t you go and get her? You’re talking about yourself here, not me. Why don’t you take your own advice and dip your toes into the forbidden springs? I’ll stay here, I’m more than happy with what I’m doing.”
Devin looked down at the pig I had successfully emptied out. His face turning green, he covered his mouth and shook his head.
“Being the Goddess-given friend that I am, I thought I would offer her to you first,” Devin said between gagging.
I didn’t bother hiding the smirk that pulled at the corner of my mouth. I would never get over the way others reacted around blood. They weren’t even touching it but were repulsed by it.
“But if you don’t want her…” Devin trailed off. His gaze was on my face and I could feel him waiting for my answer or for a sign. A sign for what? I’m not sure.
“The only thing I want, Devin, is for you to be on your way,” I said, wiping the sweat from my brow.
The sun was high in the sky and it was glaring down on us. The heat could be felt inside and I sighed, it meant that I needed to work faster. The hotter it was the faster the meat would spoil. Devin shrugged and pushed off the wall.
“I need to work., don’t you have… vegetables to pick?” I asked. Devin put his hands on the back of his head as he took a few steps back.
“Don’t change your mind later,” he warned, teasingly.
“Fat chance,” I mumbled.
He smiled and turned from me but not before I caught the sparkle in his eyes. Poor girl. She’d have a lot on her plate if Devin was going to pursue her. I shook my head, not my problem. I waved him off as he made his way back to the field. I took a deep breath as I looked down. Where was I? Right. I grabbed a handful of Sir Chops and brought the blade down.
The sun peeked over the mountains. Soon, it would light up the fields and splash over the houses. This was my favorite time of day. The animals were still sleeping, no one was out of their bed yet, and the quiet that fell over the pack in the night still lingered. I took a deep breath and smoke billowed around me as I exhaled. I’d been living in this Goddess-forsaken world for thirteen years. I was young and far from naive. We’ve been here in the Clear Mountains pack since we were found. That was three years ago and I hadn’t changed much since. I did my best to stay away from others. I tried not to make friends but Devin liked me, and he was hard to shake. I didn’t care about the opinions of others. I had my sister and that was enough, that’s all I needed. My goal was to live a quiet life, make it to adulthood, and protect my other half, my good half. The story was that I was the Alpha’s bastard son from the next pack over and that was what kept us safe. No one knew I was the crimina
“Father—” A loud, resounding smack echoed and the girl crumbled to the floor. My eyes rounded as I turned to look at her. Had he just-? Did he just-? I couldn’t believe it. My wolf howled inside, determined to protect the girl we didn’t even know yet. Maximus only ever came out to protect me. I didn’t question it as I lunged toward her, shielding her with my body. My hand crunched against the ground as a boot stepped on it. I gritted my teeth right before pain erupted on the left side of my abdomen. I wheezed as the air was knocked out of me. I didn’t want to crush her but I also didn’t want her to get one of the kicks meant for me. I dropped to the ground next to her, shielding her behind me. My forehead smashed against the stones that littered the ground as my abdomen was struck with another kick. I hadn’t had time to take in a breath and my lungs tightened with the need for oxygen. I curled into a ball and covered my head with my arms. Kick after kick, blow after blow landed on m
Adealine’s eyes widen and she holds my attention as her lips part. I pull myself up and fight the urge to laugh as she stares at me in shock. She leans back so we don’t bump heads. I tuck the strand into my pants pocket before she can try and swipe it back from me. Now that I was sitting up a foot away from her face, her cheeks flushed and she looked away from me. I’ve always known that I was easy on the eyes but I’ve never really put too much thought into it. Seeing her staring at me the way she is, has changed that. I like that she’s staring. I’m having an effect on her and I can’t help the giddiness that spreads a blush across my cheeks. I’ve never wanted someone to like me as much as I do right now. I may have just turned thirteen but I’ve been working since I was a child. My body was long and lean. I’ve always been bigger than others my age. My long curly black hair was the only thing I received from my father. Only the offspring of an Alpha had strong dark-colored hair. It was
There was a bit of a limp in her walk but I was sure I imagined it. That or the shoes on her feet were too tight. She led me through the packhouse doors. I’ve never been in here before. The only time I came around here was when I had to fill in for Mitch’s nephew, which wasn’t often, and I was never permitted inside. I usually met the kitchen staff out front or by the entrance to the kitchen. White stone walls stretched two stories high, her shoes clicked against the floor, white trim followed us as we walked into a room that had two mahogany double doors on each side. Everything was so white, so clean here, as clean as her. I didn’t care to take in my surroundings, I kept my gaze on her and her hair that bounced as she walked. She came to a stop in front of dark wooden stairs that seemed to lead up to the Goddess herself. She yanked at my arm and my feet moved by her command. We headed up the insanely long set of steps. Surprisingly enough, we didn’t pass anyone on the way. I was pu
I knew it and yet, I couldn’t bring myself to stop looking at her. As soon as I left here, I would focus only on Mavy. I wouldn’t think about the princess who slept in the room at the top of the staircase. I wouldn’t wonder about the books on her shelves. I wouldn’t wonder if any of them were scandalous. No, I would remember that it’s only Mavy and I against the world. Slowly, I made my way to her bed. Mahogany wood was the theme in this packhouse but more so in her room. Her bed matched her vanity and the frame around her mirror. I smirked, Princess had grown up in the lap of luxury. She deserves nothing less. I took a seat at the edge of the bed and watched her continue to rifle through supplies. When she had everything she needed, she turned from the mirror and faced me. Clenching her jaw, she straightened her back and closed the distance between us. She hesitated for a second, only a second, before she placed the supplies beside me on the bed. She took a step toward me, success
When she walked back to me, she had a tube of ointment in hand. Her shoulders were tense, and her gaze firm as she made up her mind. She still had a limp in her step and a thought crossed my mind. A terrible thought, one I didn’t think could be possible. If he had easily slapped her outside, what happened behind closed doors? When she got to me, she squeezed a bit of the ointment onto her finger. I felt a jolt of pain as her finger prodded a bruise. In a flash, I grabbed her hips and threw her down onto the bed. Her dress rode up but my mind wasn’t on that. All thoughts of being close to her had scattered in the wind. I needed to check, I needed to know. My suspicions were confirmed as I was met with smooth skin marked with bruises. New dark purple bruises lay on top of older yellowing ones. My heart dropped into my stomach. Scrapes and cuts started on her legs and ran all the way up her thighs. I had a suspicion they went higher. “What are you doing?!” She hissed. Her eyes darted t
I held her while she poured her heart out. I didn’t judge her, I didn’t try to make it better because there was nothing I could do. When she was done, she wiped her cheeks. Looking up into my eyes she burst into a fit of laughter.“I’m sorry. I don’t know what just happened.” She turned her face to look out the window. The sun was starting to set. “Goddess, I need to go!” She uncurled herself from my grasp and hopped to her feet. “… and you need to leave here without being seen. I’m surprised no one has come for me yet!”“Leave without being seen? I can do that.”“How?” She whined as she rushed to the vanity.“I’m good at hiding.”“Are you though?” She asked. Her tone revealed her disbelief.“Yes. It’s a skill, and just think, no one is looking FOR me. Don’t worry. I’ll make it out without being seen.”“How are you going to manage that? We’re up four flights of stairs and people are most likely walking around now. What’s the plan?” Adealine asked.I watched Adealine as she sat in her
AdeaThe day was as hot as it was humid, with air so thick you could practically cut it with a knife. The people prayed for a sign of rain, but there wasn’t a cloud in sight. It’s funny how things like caring about the weather started to matter the older I got. At almost fourteen, I knew what a drought would do to our crops. It was announced that every pack member was to gather in the meeting hall. Pulling my gaze from the window, I turned to face the people as they made their way in.I sat to the far left of my father, Alpha Eduard Biscoff of the Clear Mountain pack. He wore a white dress shirt tucked into his fitted black slacks. A red vest was fastened at the front and gold rings adorned his fingers. He had a full head of brown hair, where mine was curly, his was straight. The air pulsing with tension spoke volumes as he held his head as high as only a King could. His gray eyes glared at the pack members as they poured into the hall.The only buffer between my father and myself was