I burst out in tears as soon as I received the information through Peace that Davis was coming. The grief of being taken and forced into all those trainings washed over me, again and again. For the first time in a while I felt the smallest flicker of happiness but that was going to be snatched away from me.The sneer on Martin's face softened as he looked at me, "Stop crying. Do you think I will let him take you?""You don't know him," I sobbed. God. I was weak just by hearing his name."I don't need to know anyone to kill them so quiet down," He snapped back at Marcus and ordered, "Don't allow him entry, and if he forces himself inside the city then put him down.""But my parents are with him.."I'm not killing anyone, Myra. Just putting them down if they do something-meaning, capturing them." He clarified and Ilet out a breath of relief."Okay," I stopped crying, wiped away my wet cheeks and continued staring at Martin who was giving orders to Willy about what he and the other wolve
An ache of a thousand needles penetrating in my neck went through me. For a moment, it actually felt like I was going to die with Martin's mark-he hadn't even marked me and I knew for one that no one else had.He grabbed my arm without a warning and pulled me close, "Which bastard of a cunt has marked you?" He growled, questioning, his eyes turning bright red with anger. There was a probability that a female's body could deny a male wolf's claim if she had been previously marked."No one, I'm not marked!" I exclaimed, making it clear. "You wouldn't have sniffed me out on the night of blood moon if I was marked by someone else.It was obvious. If I had been marked, I wouldn't have felt anything againstMartin, no love, no heat, no lust--nothing at all. He'd just be an Alpha to me.He pulled in a deep breath through his nose and shuddered with anger, "Is it James? Tell me if it is because I will kill him,""No, Jesus, no! No one has marked me. I do not have anyone's mark." I yelled, I wa
Golden eagle was the pack I was born into twenty years ago and at the mere age of sixteen, I left and turned into a rogue. When Martin suggested that I became a part of his pack, my thoughts were whirling and I was shaking from the inside. The fear gnawed at my spine.Not once, in all those four years I thought of become a member of a pack.I had my own reasons, I hated bending to an Alpha, listening to them and obeying to their rules. Females wolves were always endangered, whether in pack or not, they were only used for breeding usually forced.I didn't want to repeat history again."No rules," I said to Martin."Not that you're going to respect any of them.," He gave me a cocky smile."You're not going to demand me,"Demanding in bed was understandable but outside, away from the bedroom, never.He let out a chuckle, "No, it's better if you kill me and become an Alpha, this way you don't have to listen or entertain me." It was pure sarcasm but I wasn't joking."Stop. It's not a joke.
My bare back brushed against the soft duvets as I curled my legs around Martin's waist. He wrapped a hand around my neck, his lips met with my ears and he whispered, "I miss being in between your legs,I believed it was yesterday when he had fucked me there was no missing, he was just horny, so infatuated that he wanted me to shift so I could be naked and then he could proceed with taking me."Then, don't make me wait." I murmured, our lips colliding again. I got over his lap and his cock between my legs got me shaking with excitement."Just mark me already,"The only problem between us was over, I wasn't a rogue anymore, allowing Martin to mark me whenever he wanted too. Or so I thought.Martin's hand slid to my back, he clenched hard on my flesh and then released. He shifted underneath me, adjusting his boner that poked through his pants, it was the only fabric separating him from pounding into me. I hated his teasing but at the same time, it turned me on, made me soaking wet and re
An Alpha's pride was defined by how he managed his pack of wolves, the commands he gave, the protection of the others, and lastly, the safety of the pack--ensuring that it never went in war with another one.After spurting out a ton of blood, I cleaned up myself and washed away the dirt. I glanced at my reflection, the fear caught me right, my eyes were dwelling with tears of the past and my heart was thundering in my chest.Davis wanted me and he wasn't going to stop till he got what he wanted.I slapped the faucet shut and walked out of the washroom. Going downstairs, I entered the hallway where I found martin speaking to his wolves, ordering them to leave and take down Hugh."I'm coming as well," I announced when I noticed that he was getting ready to leave with his wolves.Martin spun around and his brows scrunched, "What?""I'm coming too," "No," He shook his head, "You're not.You're sick anyway so you're going to stay here. Don't worry, I promise to bring davis’s head back and
When Martin pushed me towards Davis, for a moment I felt my heart shatter, thinking that he was just going to give me up. Who wouldn't? His pack mattered more that a woman he had just been with for a while.Davis hesitated, he didn't step forward, instead, he turned his head towards the wolf by his side and clicked his finger.One of the wolves pounced at my direction, getting ready to grab me but before he could, Martin slashed his neck through his bare fingers and killed him. The breath sucked out from my lungs and I stepped back as the dead wolf landed on my feet, his body still moving and blood pouring out of his neck. Martin didn't even bother with shifting he was that strong."Come on, get her if you want her," Martin teased, lifting his head at Davis and showing everyone else his teeth.Davis slumped back, "You're in for no good. The girl belongs to me, she ran-away from my pack, hand her over or I won't hesitate in taking your entire pack down. "Oh, I'm scared of the big bad
James's death never meant to happen.He wasn't supposed to die, not because of me. No one was supposed to die except for Davis. My wolf howled in an unbearable, hot pain as tears burst out of my eyes, raw from inside. I refused to cry for a man--ever, but I couldn't hold back.I had known James for only weeks, maybe months and all he had done was care about me even though I felt nothing for him. He was a good friend.My claws dug deep in my palms as I sobbed, warm tears going down my cheeks. I sat beside his body that turned cold in a span of seconds. Once the sorrow passed away, the anger dived in, taking over my body.A man's shadow hovered over me, when I looked up it was Martin, standing above, remorse filling as his eyes as he looked down at James."Release your beast. Kill Davis." I whispered, my eyes scurrying around the area to find the cruel wolf that had killed James. Davis wouldn't live. I'd kill him with my bare hands if I had the chance. A hand came down my elbow and dra
I tried to make peace with Martin but every time we spoke, it led to an argument of who was better and who was the trash around here.When we arrived at the packhouse, we separated our ways and I grabbed some medicines off the counter to cure myself and the wounds the wolves had given me. My parents were in the underground cellar along with the other wolves Martin had captured.I had no intentions of visiting them up until morning.The next morning bought a few trials and disasters. Just before James's funeral, I took a few shots of whiskey to clear my mind and reminded my self that he died because of me.Davis was my suffering, not someone else's.Once buried,I laid a few of his favorite flowers over his grave and remembered the first few times we had met. It was at his office and back then, I was running away from Martin and his pack, or at least trying too.There wasn't a single time James disrespected or harmed me. He was always gentle and caring."Are you going to stay there for