My back hits the mat and hot embarrassment floods into my cheeks. My foot is still caught in the mesh, and the only thing that has me opening my eyes is the promise of his lick-able grape hands helping me out of this, but I’m met with hazel eyes instead. Heaviness in my chest lands harder than I did, my stomach twisting up my insides as the worry swirls around. “Trent!” I scramble to my feet, my heart racing with my mind as I hope he didn’t witness anything that came before the graceful actions that landed me stuck in this mesh and still staring at the roof. “Dee,” he sighs, helping me up, untangling my foot for me, but letting go of me as soon as I’m standing on my own. “You’re back early,” I smile, moving toward him, but his face bunches up as he looks at me and backs up. “What… what’s wrong?” The shame I felt over my foot’s betrayal seems so minor compared to what's flowing through me right now. It’s uncomfortable as I shift on my feet and I wish I was anywhere but here. Th
My eyes open, but the distinct sound of a girl screaming is sending waves of chills down my spine. Turning my head slowly to the side, Brixton is pacing in my room and maneuvering a tiny knife under and over his fingers. How hasn't he cut himself? How- The blade stops, cradling between two of his fingers and when I look up, his frosty hues draw me in, taking any ability I have of speaking away from me. It's so silent between us, so silent in the room… was the screaming just in my night- The distant plead’s of a girl interrupt that thought, telling me otherwise. I slide out of bed, but when I reach for the door, it's locked.
My nose burns with the smell of rotten fruit. The acidity of it burns my lungs with every breath I don’t want to take as I look at Brixton. He’s looking past me to where Trent is standing, and to anyone who doesn’t know him, he looks calm and collected, but I see the storm behind his icy blues. I see the way his shoulders are flexed, holding more tension than they normally do, and how his mouth is open slightly, allowing room for if his canines drop, without revealing that to the room. I see the way his eyes are shifting shades of blue so subtle that it’s easy to miss. The storm in them is raging, begging to be unleashed as his hand flexes over an area I know he strapped a knife to earlier. I know I shouldn’t be looking at him, watching to see what he’ll do, as his words from this week are on a
I can't stop myself as I approach her door as soon as the Beta leaves. I know I shouldn’t, that I need to keep my distance, but I’m desperate to see her and make sure that she's ok myself. Devlin gasps as I open the door, her eyes as dark as my soul and on mine immediately. So attentive, even in chaos… just like the way she sought me out first, even when she knew the risks. Oh, Pet. You would let me destroy you willingly, wouldn’t you? The lollipop in my mouth isn’t helping the way it used to. It isn’t sating the need to chase her down and sink my teeth into her sweetness. The urge to shift is pounding wildly against every p
*** Pitch black. Nothingness. There are whispers on the wind that are light and making me spin as they berate me from one direction and the next. I can’t make out what they’re saying, but tiny bumps are raising all along my arm, and there’s a ripple of electricity that makes its way up, pulsing against my neck. The darkness opens up, dropping me from where I was and into more of it until something catches my ankle and that deep, raspy chuckle is back. It’s slow, echoing around me as the sound of waves seems to crash into me. No. My heart thumps so loudly that I can hear it before I’m submerged in the water, and I go back to flailing my limbs to get out. I’m ripped from the water, dangling upside down over it as the tightness in my skull returns, spreading up and over until it meets in the center and it becomes so uncomfortable that there’s no other option for me when I scream. “STOP!” My voice fills the silence, echoing back in a thunderous tone I don’t recognize as
There's an ache… everywhere. The feeling of tiny cuts hasn't gone away, only intensified, as the pain of ice slicing across my skin continues. Such a stark contrast to how I spent my afternoon. Even with the lingering fear of Trent returning, the time after my bath was the most peaceful I've felt in a long time. Brixton's frosty hues tracked my every movement through the day… but I liked it. It felt safe and comforting, but the sweet scent of grapes I’m longing for isn’t here. It didn’t… couldn't… linger on my skin for long after Brixton’s mouth gave me everything I didn’t realize I was missing. Trent’s dirty blond hair is hanging in front of his face as he leans over where he’s sat me, staring at
Corbyn pushes against the middle of my back, hurrying me along, as he guides me back down to my room. He’s pushing me so fast that I’m practically running to keep up with his pace, and no matter how hard I try, my feet start to trip over themselves. “Corbyn,” I huff as I stumble for the eighth time, but he effortlessly collects me mid-stride and carries on. “All that running…” he says, looking down at me as he keeps the same pace, “… I thought you’d be speedier. Especially since you were in such a hurry that you couldn’t even manage to sit on the roof.” “If I’m such a disappointment, why even bother?” I trip again, and while Corbyn could catch me, he doesn’t bother this time. He watches as I land on my hands and knees, slowly walking around me until he’s facing me, before grabbing my hair. Corbyn pulls my head up just far enough for me to sit on my knees before him, fully extended, but not far enough that the pressure where he’s holding my head with his fingers entwined with m
The grape that follows Brixton is a constant now, something I don’t notice anymore unless it’s gone or changed, but I find myself seeking it out.Every purposeful breath of it feels like it floats through me, creating a barrier between me and whatever I’m dealing with. Trusting him even this much could end in disaster, but now that I’ve let my guard down around him, it happens without me even realizing it.Corbyn zeros in on me as soon as he walks through the door, striding over in fancier clothing than normal. I’m squinting as I pretend he’s woken me from a deep sleep, but somewhere in the mix of his clothing, he’s wearing a fitted sweater. Now I wish I really wasn’t awake enough to see that. It suits him somehow, making him look like someone you just plucked from a magazine, but it's deceiving. He looks like the guy who shows up to all of his kids' events, and yet, he's more like the one who slits your throat in your sleep with no remorse for how your kids will find you the next
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“You kissed her,” I say and Brixton’s eyes grow lighter, but I’m not second-guessing anything this time. He gave me a chance once. How true that chance was, I’ll never know, but I should have taken it then, and I’m not remaking mistakes when I’m so close. “Devlin, I-” His words are cut short when the knives that were tucked into the back of my dress, are firmly planted in his lower abdomen. He falls to his knees, and mine buckle, but I don’t have a heart left to care… I gave that away when he destroyed it. The light blue in his eyes tries to hold onto me, or maybe it’s me trying to hold onto them… because I’m not planning on ever seeing them again. The tears stream down my face as he clutches onto his stomach, unable to say anything to me, as the grape scent that used to lull me, burns with every step I take as I run from him… …from this room… …from this life. I slide my shoes off as soon as I am through the tree line. The silver blades will buy some time, but not much. But
I was expecting a big finale, a flood of liquid, but all I feel is underwhelmed at the trickle of what the pill had to offer as the liquid slides past my lips to his… and it tastes… good. “Dee,” Trent breathes in confusion, angry as he reaches for me. I step back, expecting him to lunge forward, but he drops to the ground in front of me, grasping onto his throat. “What have you done?” The old man gasps, hurriedly trying all the door handles, in hope one will open, as I watch Trent’s face turn color. The closer his body gets to laying on the floor, the more victorious I feel. I may still die here, but I did this… I killed him. Darcia had her wires crossed. Smart, but dumb. She thought I was the one in the house with a pineapple allergy, that she could take me out and have it look like a fluke allergy, but she just killed the one thing she wanted most. A laugh bubbles up inside of me as I lick my lips, watching his chest stop moving, nothing will ever taste this good. Clap…
Pungent acid rises in my throat as my back presses into Corbyn, and the sounds of me gagging only filter through, as his voice does, "Not in the dress." I spin in his arms, but as I go to find solace in his touch, I find myself pressing against where he's holding me at an arm's length. "You'll ruin your makeup," he says, as if I just unboxed a plant. "You knew," I yell, shaking my head as I try to back up from him, but he grips onto me right before I stumble backward. "You didn't think he would let Gavin get away with trying to claim the prize, did you?" “What are you-” I’m mid-scream when he interrupts me, “A Queen's debt, is a King’s to settle." "How did he even know that, Corbyn?" I step into his space, needing to hear him confirm it, for him to say it out loud… he told him. I can wait all I want here, but the silence from him is exactly what I expected, it’s the calmness that’s fallen over me, that I didn’t see coming. Did I want Gavin dead? Yes. Am I upset that
There are no windows here, by design I'm sure, but the location is gorgeous. The one beauty there is in today, that I'll hold onto. Trent woke me this morning just before lunch, and we left alone, but arrived to pack members already patrolling the area in shifted form. They're surrounding the area, this carved-out piece of beauty just outside of the city, where the trees are high and the greenery is all shades. They look at home here, but the real monsters that make up those wolves, belong anywhere but somewhere so peaceful. Walking into the building was like navigating a maze, but the space for the ceremony has a large window on the roof where the treetops don't reach and the sunlight shines through, lighting the entire room flawlessly. ‘The moon delivered you to me, because you're mine, and I am yours. It's you, and me, always.' When the full moon is on display tonight, it will make for the perfect setting… almost like the kind of wedding girls dream about… almost like I’
Two hours. Sometimes, even though I’m sure I would regret it, I can’t help but wonder what Corbyn is thinking about. Does he feel genuine emotions? Or is he literally sitting there with a blank mind and nothing running through his head? It’s been two hours since he switched places with Trent and he’s done nothing but sit on the chair across from me and watch me. It’s given me time to process what he said, ‘a woman who had an affair with the Alpha… it was my mother… ’He must look a lot like his mother, where Trent looks more like their father.Their… father. He has so many of Gavin’s mannerisms, but those could have been developed from growing up here. It’s impossible to tell if Corbyn is lying, but while he’s never told me the whole truth… he’s never lied to me, either. It would make him the rightful Alpha, Gavin’s first born… and Corbyn doesn’t seem like the type to let that go. I jump a little when there’s a knock at the door, but not him… never him. The Darling’s are the l
His voice fades out as my heart beats faster, her blood thrumming through me… calling out to me. She needs me. And I fucking need her. "You're fucking everything up, Pierce…" Dead. Slice… … spray… … beautiful. His blood is going to spill over this, and when it coats us, Sweetness will bathe in it with me. Oz has no idea who he's fucking with. "...That girl means nothing, she was always part of the plan. Just because you got your dick wet…" The metal restraints I’m in are the only thing that prevents his death, a new instinct I should care to temper, but don’t. He’s lucky I care more about getting to her than I do about him dying. There used to be loyalty there, a barrier between us, but it doesn't exist now, and when my blade slices off feather by feather, he's going to regret crossing me. He's the one fucking everything up. All that time he spent building trust between us as children… wasted in one decision. He excluded me from his plan, making choices with
~~~ Five Days Ago ~~~ The little jumps in his heartbeat tells me he’s awake, not that he’s letting on as he hangs from the chains in this room. Tactical. At least he hasn't lost all common sense. Pierce’s breathing gets longer, deeper, for one count… two… CLANG! When his attempt to break through the chains doesn’t go as planned, his eyes light up, finding mine immediately. I spoke too soon. There's no way he surveyed his surroundings in less than five seconds with enough evidence to act. “Feeling any less inclined to-” “WHERE… IS… SHE?!” His roar does nothing but make that part of me I repress come to the surface. It’s paying attention, but we don’t need the rogue piece of my father’s DNA right now. He subtly leans against the chains one way and another, his face giving nothing away as the silver burns his skin. He can check for weaknesses all he wants, but I prepared this room just for him. He has two cuffs on each wrist and foot, and a collar for added security. It w
He stares down at me, caging me with his palms pressed flat to the wall on either side of me. Corbyn is confusing at the best of times, but right now, the last thing I need is to try to navigate what he’s after. “If you want to kill me, do it already.” I press against his chest and he allows the space for me to walk past him. “Switching Alpha’s now?” He asks casually as my hand hovers over the door handle. “You knew,” I say without turning and there’s a sour taste developing on my tongue, one laced in the knowledge that he’s known this whole time that Gavin killed my family on purpose. He grips my wrist, ignoring my statement, as he drags me into the small bathroom in the room, but thankfully it doesn’t come equipped with a tub. He pulls the hand towel from the hanging rod, getting it wet before dragging it along my skin where Gavin was. He heard… everything. “There was a woman who had an affair with the Alpha. She later died giving birth, despite there being no complication