Salara’s POVHenry pulls Savannah’s tomato red face closer to his, ignoring the struggles she puts up to escape his grasp. “I heard every word that you were saying to Salara, Savannah, so there is no need to hide them now.” His mouth opens up as he growls in her face, leaving spit behind from the force of his growl. His teeth grow in size, looking similar, but more frightening, than when Daphne’s came out earlier. A shiver of fear moves through me at the sight . Henry has always frightened me, but this fear is on a whole new level. What if once he’s finished with Savannah, he turns his anger onto me?Pulling up on my legs, I pull my body closer to myself, creating a smaller ball that will hopefully go unnoticed by the wolves in the kitchen. The sound of Savannah’s attempts at speaking is the only noise that breaks through the silence of the kitchen for a long time before I hear her slamming to the kitchen floor roughly, a sound of disgust leaving Henry’s lips. “You are pathetic Sava
Salara’s POV“Are you hurt?” Henry’s strangely gruff voice breaks me from my trance. My body jumps in my seat when my gaze refocuses and finds Henry standing right beside me with a concerned look on his face. An angered look flashes in his eyes momentarily as his hands lift up to show that he is no threat to me. The fear that usually consumes me at the sight of Henry’s anger is slow to appear, so slow in fact that I don’t feel any fear at all. My brows furrow in confusion at that realization. Henry’s anger has always frightened me, even more so with everything that has happened between us lately. Why is it then that I feel no fear when faced with his displeasure at the moment?My gaze moves over his athletic body, taking in the new muscle growth that I can see forming across his body that I didn’t notice before. When did Henry gain so much muscle mass? Sure, he has always been muscular, but his build was always much smaller than other muscular men. But now… My cheeks heat up as I
Derrick’s POVI was just finishing up with Beta Charles and the Council when I saw Savannah being dragged out of the packhouse by Daphne and Giselle. “Halt!” I had said to them as they were just about to walk over the threshold of the front door. Three sets of frightened eyes turned around to look at me fearfully. “What has happened?”That was when Savannah had told me all about Henry and how he was alone with Salara in the kitchens. She told me that he was the one that attacked her out of nowhere for refusing to leave him alone with Salara, per Alpha’s orders. I didn’t completely believe everything that came out of Savannah’s mouth, but I was certain she was telling the truth about Henry at least. I could smell him all over Savannah. Which is to be expected with newly mated pairs, but not after the way I saw Henry treating her outside of the packhouse earlier tonight. There is something going on between the two of them, and it doesn’t appear to be anything good. After dismissing th
Salara’s POVI don’t know what came over me, but suddenly I found myself yelling out at Derrick. “Why don’t you go ask your whore what has happened to me?” Once those words left my lips, I instantly regretted them, but I held firm in my anger and fixed a glare on my face. I will not be played by another man. Derrick’s body flinches back at the sound of my voice, my words catching him by surprise. I watch as genuine confusion crosses over his face, causing me to second guess my accusation for a moment. Just as I was about to apologize for my outburst, a look of understanding appeared on Derrick’s face, causing me to bite my tongue. Remorse takes over Derrick’s features as he lifts his right hand to rub the back of his neck in that nervous habit of his. “Daphne did this to you?” He asks me, avoiding making eye contact with me and looking guilty as hell. Anger wells up inside of me once again at the mention of that woman’s name. The fact that he knew exactly who I was talking about le
Salara’s POV“Will you stop walking for a damn minute and let me speak!” The angry tone of Derrick’s voice has me halting in my struggle to get away from him. In all of the times that I have spoken with him, I have never heard him this angry with me before. I watch silently as Derrick takes a few deep, calming breaths with his eyes closed before he opens and reveals his gorgeous green orbs and looks at me. “Why are you still resisting the mate bond?” The heartbreak in his voice was hard for me to handle. I nearly threw myself into his arms at the sound of it, but I held myself back and didn’t say a word. After some time had passed, Derrick let out an exhausted sigh, his head tilting to look up at the ceiling. “Goddess grant me strength.” The whispered words under his breath sends comfort through my body for an unknown reason. Who is this Goddess that he is talking about? And why does she bring me comfort?Derrick’s hand suddenly lashes out to grab hold of mine, pulling me from my th
Derrick’s POVWatching as the tears flow down Salara’s face while she denies having any feelings for me was my breaking point. Something is going on with her and I will not rest until I get to the bottom of it. I know she has feelings for me. I can feel it every time that we touch. So why is she standing before me telling me that she feels nothing?Hunter surges forward in my mind, taking control of my body for long enough to roar out at her. “You are my mate Salara.” My words echo throughout the packhouse, letting everyone who didn’t already know about our relationship in on the secret that Salara is my mate. I grab hold of Hunter tightly and lock him away in a dark corner of my mind, cursing him for being so foolish. Silence reigns around us. Everyone who has come to see the show has been stunned speechless from my loud declaration. My mind was busy working through how I can salvage this situation when Salara’s meek voice breaks through my thoughts. “No, I am not.” My hands drop a
Derrick’s POVOne week.Seven days.One hundred and sixty eight long hours filled with six hundred four thousand, eight hundred seconds of loneliness since the last time I have encountered my mate. Though those numbers could go in either direction depending on just how many hours have actually passed since the last time that we spoke, but that is besides the point…the point is that I miss her terribly. Hunter has decided to not speak to me at all since I allowed our mate to cry herself to sleep on her hospital room floor, and the silence from him has only increased the loneliness that has been clawing at me with every second that passes. I have done my best to give Salara the space that she has demanded from me, even if the distance is slowly tearing at my soul, causing me to weaken. If I don’t claim Salara or at the least reject her soon then I risk weakening my pack immeasurably. A warning growl reverberates through my mind. The only indication I get this past week that Hunter is
Derrick’s POV“I don’t want to live without you any longer.” Salara’s whispered words stop me in my tracks. My heart begins to beat furiously in my chest as my brain attempts to grasp hold of whether those words were truly spoken or not. A look of embarrassment passes over Salara’s face as she turns her head away from me with the cutest blush I have ever seen on her lovely face. Time passes between us slowly, the both of us stuck in a paralyzed state as we try to digest the sudden change in our relationship. Hunter muscles his way through the barrier that I had put up against him, his anxious energy taking hold of me as he waits with bated breath for our mate to say more. Salara shuffles her weight from foot to foot, snapping me from the dazed trance that had taken over me. I go to open my mouth to respond to her words, but before I am able to say anything, she has already excused herself from my presence, her whispered words of beratement filling my ears as she escapes down the ha