Salara’s POVIt’s a shame that Derrick and I couldn’t have been more than what we were while I was still alive. Now that the chance for us to be together is no longer an option, I realize how foolish I had been to keep my distance from him. Maybe if I had allowed myself to fight past the fear of Henry and told Derrick everything that was going on then none of this would have happened.Derrick could have kept me safe from the abuse that I have encountered since arriving in the Evergreen Pack and could have kept Henry far away from me. It really is true what they say, hindsight really is 20/20. I let out a tired sigh before motioning to move towards the last place that I saw dream Derrick.Before I can pop open my eyes to gaze at his beauty one last time before I go to wherever you go when you die, he opens his mouth and says words I wasn’t expecting to hear. “You are not dead Salara.” Guilt radiates from his anxious words causing me to pause in my motion. A frown tugs at the corners o
Salara’s POVI stare over at Derrick in disbelief. I can’t believe that he would mark me as his mate without speaking to me first. It was bad enough when I thought that Henry had marked me as his, but to learn that instead it was Derrick…the betrayal that I feel is unexplainable. How can we move on with a future together if I can’t trust him to not make decisions for me without asking. I spent five years allowing Henry to dictate my life and I refuse to step right into the same type of relationship with Derrick. He knew my feelings on becoming a werewolf, and yet he made me one anyway, and without my consent.Silence stretches between as we are both lost in our own thoughts. The sour smell from earlier fills the room in larger doses, choking me with its scent and nearly bringing me to my knees. My sense of smell must be going haywire thanks to my changing into a werewolf. I drop myself back on the hospital bed, a dazed look taking over my face. I am becoming a werewolf. What if I be
Salara’s POV A week has passed since I learned that I will shift into a werewolf on the next full moon, which will be in exactly eight days from now. To say that I am nervous about my first shift would be an understatement. Thankfully I have Evelyn to help coach me as I prepare my mind and body for the upcoming full moon. Evelyn has been great to me since finding out that I have officially been marked as Derrick’s mate. If it was up to her I would already be living with him and standing by his side as his Luna. Something that a huge part of me longs for more than the air that I breathe. But unfortunately, Derrick has been doing a damned good job of ignoring me since leaving my hospital room. I spent two days locked away in the hospital room unable to even take visits from Hayden after learning that Henry has taken even more from me. It finally took Evelyn to appear and remind me that I am needed in order for me to finally pick myself up so I can be here for my daughter. And Miguel.
Salara’s POV“Get away from my MATE!” My voice comes out in a feral growl, unlike anything I have ever heard before. The sound shocks me and the two wolves seated before me momentarily, before Daphne regains her composure and stands from her seat. “Don’t pull the mate card with me, bitch!” Daphne snaps out in anger while stomping her way towards me. Derrick jumps up from his seat behind his desk, but I put my hand up to halt him from coming closer. I am already barely keeping control of the rage that is burning up my insides and begging for release. A growling sound in my head gives me pause, but the sound of Daphne’s shrill voice garners my attention once more. “In case you forgot, little human-” She emphasises the words human in an attempt to demean me, but I am too angry to care what she thinks about me right now. “You rejected our Alpha in front of everyone.” She finishes her speech with a shove to my chest. Anger flashes in my eyes the moment her finger touches me. The reminde
Derrick’s POVSalara is testing my patience with her outburst right now. I know I should have been the one to be there for her this last week, but I have been busy with rogue attacks and other pack business. Not to mention I was trying to give her space to come to terms with everything that has happened. ‘Liar.’ Hunter says in my head. I ignore my wolf and keep my concentration on the very pissed off mate pressed up against me. The smell of her arousal is driving me crazy and the longer I stay locked in this room with her, the harder it is becoming to stay in control. It wouldn’t do to treat her harshly like her husband has. “No, Salara.” I tell her as gently as I can, but even I can hear the bite in my voice. “You are being flooded with new sensations from your wolf side and it is messing with your head.” I push her away from me and place space in between us. “You will only regret anything we do in the morning.”She glares at me in response. The sound of her racing heart fills my e
I have realized that I accidentally left out the ending for chapter 59. I apologize for that and have included the end of it here in an authors note. She lifts herself from my desk, her eyes flashing a brilliant blue for a moment, taking me by surprise. “I need you inside of me right now, Alpha.” Her guttural words bust through the last remnants of my control and I pounce on her. She tears at my clothes in much the same way that I tore at hers, ripping them from my body until I stand before her as naked as her. Her heated gaze meets mine as I slam my throbbing cock into her moist heat. The feel of her heat wrapped around my hardened length nearly sends me over the edge upon entering. Nothing has ever felt this heavenly before. Hunter pushes towards the surface, grabs hold of Salara’s ass cheeks in both hands, and begins to slam into her fast and rough. Her moans of pleasure encourage us to keep going, mixing with the sounds of flesh hitting flesh that echoes around us. Her na
Salara’s POVNerves take hold of me once the thrill of the moment has passed us by. I lay beneath Derrick completely naked and old insecurities slowly start to rise up from the mental abuse that I suffered from Henry. My hands move up on their own in a bid to cover up the pouch and stretch marks that were left behind from having Hayden. Derrick’s hand shoots out, grabbing hold of my hand and bringing it to his lips where he places a loving kiss along the back of my hand. “Don’t hide your beauty from me darling.” He leans up on his elbow in order to give his eyes better access to my naked flesh. He trails those intoxicating forest green orbs across my body in slow movements, his eyes drinking in every inch of me. Fire flashes in his eyes as he continues to look over my many curves with a heated look. “You are so beautiful.” His whispered words open up a part of me that I have long been missing. Before I can bask in this moment for long, Derrick’s office door suddenly bursts open and
Salara’s POV“I am sorry for changing you without your permission.” Remorse floods Derrick’s features as he says those words out loud to me. His hands move up to run through his lengthened hair as he lets out a breath of air. I know I should say something to ease his guilt, but I find myself stuck silent with my eyes locked onto his handsome features. I know what he did was to save my life and that if given the choice he never would have done it without my approval. Derrick is the sweetest man that I have ever met and he has been nothing but patient with me since we met. Well…except for this afternoon in his office. Arousal shoots through me as my mind replays the intense moments with Derrick here in his office. Heat rushes to my cheeks, changing them to a bright red color I am sure. There is no way I will be able to step into this office without thinking about what we did across his desk ever again. Derrick lets out a pained groan, pulling my attention back to him and out of my th