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
She's claiming to be pregnant with your chid"As soon as I heard those words coming out of Willy’s mouth, I grabbed a robe and covered my body before walking out and ending Willy’s life for good."Clara,"Martin grabbed me away from Willy before I could snap his neck,"Calm down,""Calm down?" I glared at willy with blood in my eyes, "Did you even hear what he said?""I know, I heard." Martin nodded and then turned around to deal with willy,"What is this crap? I haven't slept with a woman in months--what are you even talking about?" He asked."The woman told me, my Alpha, I'm not making this up."Willy quaked with fear."What woman? Where is she?""She's at the doorway." I gave Martin the most toxic smile before following him downstairs to the entrance of the packhouse where I found blondie, rocking back and forth with a clutch wrapped around her hand. No fucking way."Rebecca?"Martin raised his brows. She was the same woman who I had seen with him a few weeks ago. She was all over h
The two-hour sleep provided me with the comfort I was looking for. I woke up with an agonizing pain between my legs. Groaning, I sat up straight against the headboard and found Martin away from the bed. It was almost morning and it seemed like he hadn't slept."What are you looking at?" I asked.He lifted his head and glanced, "Nothing," I heard a click before the phone on his hand was switched off and thrown over the table. "Nothing you need to worry about,"I grew more concerned, "What is it?"Martin didn't answer me. "Nothing,"I hopped off the bed and grabbed his hand before he could scurry away, "Tell me,""I was informed a weeks ago-before everything happened, that there was a gathering of the werewolf council in Queens," He replied, narrowing his eyes down and grabbing his phone again.Queens was a city nearby, also filled with werewolves.It was ruled by the werewolf council and the elders who resided there. Most of the laws and punishments came from them, the oldest and smart
"Another vision?" The bed creaked as Martin rose and asked.The blood drained from my face as I placed the cold glass of wine back on the table before standing up."No," I huffed, "Just a nightmare," Philip was the terrible nightmare I had seen tonight after seeing George and everyone.George and I were of the same age but he was never forced into any training. He went to school whilst I was dragged away from it. Davis not only ruined my mental health but he also came between my studies.He crushed my dreams and hopes. It wasn't just his fault.It wasPhilip’s fault as well and that bastard was long dead."Come here," Martin said, lengthening his arms.I mustered up courage and got over the bed to lay beside him. His arms curled around my body that was only covered with a thin, satin robe. I placed my head over his chest and tried to remove the terrifying images of Davis and Philip."What happened?""Just a nightmare,""What was it about?" His low, raspy voice was a music to my ears.
When we returned to the entrance of the packhouse, I found a few people standing outside with the guards beside them. I moved aside from Martin and looked over at them."George?" He turned around and looked at me."Clara?"I laughed, grabbing him and hugging him tightly, "What are you doing here?""Didn't you say that we could come here?""Oh, yeah, I forgot."I stopped smiling when I heard a growl behind me. I looked behind and found Martin, not really happy."This is George, we used to study together when we were children and he was my best friend then." I explained to Martin before he assumed anything else."Is that all?"I nodded my head, "Yes,"Okay, I will be in. Let me know if you need anything," Martin said before walking inside the packhouse and ignoring everyone's existence.I was grateful to get my old pack members inside his packhouse and Martin showed a nice gesture to me by agreeing. The packhouse was barely filled, only unmated wolves stayed here."Oh my god, is that yo
It was early in the morning, the sun was shining, the birds were chirping and the cars were honking at each other. It was relaxing to live in the city. The air was a little polluted but still fresh to me.I found myself wandering around unknown streets. There was a cafe to my left and a saloon to my right-both I've never seen before. As I walked further, I sniffed out a sweet and floral smell of the flower shop resting by the corner.Daisies.They were my favorite- just perfect in smell. I dragged in a few deep breaths and smiled before turning away from the daisies. It had been long since I last saw them."Would you like to get some of them?We just got them in," A woman walked outside of the floral shop and asked me.A wide smile spread across her face and her eyes shimmered with happiness.What was happening?"No. I was just looking at them. They are beautiful," I replied, running my finger through the white petal. They were soft upon touch and even though I wanted them, I couldn't
Martin stopped and skimmed over his owns word. That elder wasn't wrong when he said that Martin was a direct descendant of the Redwood Brothers."I come from the same bloodline," He finally blurted the truth out.I-leaned forward, excited. I was mated to a fucking royal. "So, really? How many of you are there?""Everyone's dead," He rumbled."What?""My family were the last ones of the Redwood bloodline, we were directly related to one of the brothers and we didn't have any cousins, so, it's safe to say that everyone is dead.""But, you're alive!" I exclaimed, confused."You should be glad," He shot a wink at me and I sat back straight."No one knows that you're from the Redwood bloodline," Martin took another gulp of his wine and continued, "Yeah, I've kept a secret or two. My family didn't want anyone to know either as the Aries Brother's only objective is to kill us, all and my parents feared them.""Oh," I breathed, realizing that this was bad.Horrible.If Martin was the only on
After being marked, I escaped in the bathroom to clean up myself as Martin had ruined my clothes. It had been a few minutes and I couldn't find the courage to see him again. Listening to the water hitting the tiles bought me the comfort I was looking for. My heart stopped racing and I-leaned against the warm, wet wall of the bathroom, my thoughts still spiraling. What had just happened? Did Martin claimed being in love with me?My hands slicked across my bare body, feeling the heat of the shower and the bathroom. Gathering my thoughts, I closed my eyes and twisted my hard nipples around my finger. The mark on my neck stood obvious but the reasons behind it were unknown. It wasn't necessary to mark your mate again.Maybe Martin just wanted to bruise me.My eyes snapped open and a low gasp escaped my throat as Martin walked inside the bathroom, naked. As soon as he got under the water, I wrapped my hands around his head and puckered out my lips to kiss him. "You were taking too long," H
The ride back home Broadway was steady and smooth. I slept halfway and woke up a few hours later by Martin who took my hand and pulled me out of the car when we reached the packhouse. It was early in the morning, the sun peeked through the thick clouds, promising a bright day ahead of us.Everything was over. It was all settled.Everyone from the Golden eagle pack were going to settle down in Broadway, under me, as their Alpha and so were my parents. Over that,Davis was dead.I yawned and stretched before going inside, "I'm going to go take a shower," I whispered, stopping beside Martin. "You should sleep,""Yeah," he sighed, his eyes racing around the packhouse. We barely spoke about anything during the car ride as I was sleeping for the most of the time and Martin wasn't willing to spill anything about his parents or his past. "I've some work so I will see you later," My mouth dropped as his tongue slipped inside, awakening me entirely. I curled my fingers around his hair and gave i
"I know it sounds crazy_"Martin grabbed my shoulder and tugged me forward, "It is crazy,Clara. There are a lot of rogues here, and I cannot danger my own pack by bringing them to the city.""Please, just for a while a few months.They won't harm anyone, you have my word. They can be a part of my pack if they want to be. It's my family, Martin." I begged. I couldn't leave them all here, without anything."Fine but if anything goes wrong, you'll pay the price and you know the ways I like payments." He whispered in my ears before backing away.I squealed in joy and jumped on him,"Thank you," The scent of his hair and his cologne calmed me down and took away all my worries. "I'm going to go talk to the elders.""Fine, I will be around. Give me a call when you're done," He kissed my lips and then walked away.I turned around and peace blinked at me, still at the same spot where I had left him, "So, you're an Alpha now?" He asked, breaking the embarrassing silence."Yes and I'd love to hav
The snow was thick on the roads but Martin managed to drive through it. The parks were empty, and there were no children playing or giggling. There was a supermarket open and that's where Martin stopped his car and walked out, his features hardening with cold. I stepped out along with him, worry drenching my thoughts as I moved through the snow and entered the supermarket."It's closed!" The man yelled, slamming his counter shut and grabbing his bags. I recognized him, he belonged to Golden eagle, Mr. Andrew, it was his supermarket. "Mr. Andrew?" I asked, approaching him.He raised his head and looked at me, his eyes burning into mine, "Clara ," he breathed, remembering me."Yeah, it's me. Do you know where my parents are or peace?" I asked him."They are in the mayor's office," Mr.Andrew peeked through my shoulder, his fear rose when he found that Martin was standing behind me. "Along with the others," He continued."Thank you," I gave him a smile and turned around to leave with Mar