“The people, the war, the future… it’s all interwoven. Us, your mom, your dad… we can’t run away from any of this. Even if we wanted to. We’re part of it, even in our mistakes, even in our heartbreak. The fates, they know what they’re doing and for whatever reason they did this to us, it’ll make sense in time.” I run my fingers through his thick short hair, stroking it back and lulling him against me. Caring for him, giving him what I can as it starts to stir up all kinds of longings, and warm sensations in the pit of my stomach being this connected to him.
“I denied the fates, Lorey. Maybe I was meant to find her with you, by your side. Maybe I screwed everything up by rejecting you.” He squeezes me harder, pulling me closer so I end up almost entangled in his body fully, and it starts to feel inappropriate and way too intimate as I naturally fit up against him in the hollow of his lap. Especially with my assI lift my hand and stop him midway, with a hand over his soft lips, and close my eyes tight while I try to regain some control and attempts to rationalize. Breathing in and out and slowly, counting to ten while praying my body calms down and saves me from my own weakness. Colton halts, sensing my change, and has the decency to sit still and not push me. I swear, if he did, I would lose and probably traumatize the doc with a vulgar display of porn in the infirmary. I honestly, for a second, thank the stars Colton doesn’t force my hand, even though his own need is almost overpowering me.We clearly have the attraction, and every day the haze gets closer my own body will start to betray me, just like this. I turned this year, so this will be my first heat, and god, it’s going to kill me if this is anything to go by. Maybe this is that, creeping in, or maybe it’s just the downside to imprinting, so that when we get too intimate the need to screw gets right in ther
I flash a wary look at the Doc in the corner, who turns a paler shade, his brow furrowing, etching his features into that of worry, and he casts an evasive look back at me. He darts a glance at Colton then back again to me, suddenly sheepish.“It can’t be Deacon, right? It’s too early!” I point out while asking him to confirm, to calm my own sudden whirlwind of nerves, hating the apprehension I can feel from him, but he swallows loudly.“I may have over exaggerated our head start rather somewhat, a teensy little bit. I didn’t want to alarm you and give you reason to doubt coming with me, dear girl. If you knew they were hot on our heels, so to speak, you would have queried the plan and I had faith the fates would intervene if we just got out. I had to keep the sedation low, so I didn’t kill my human staff in the process, and sadly that meant the wolves recovered quickly.” He’s apprehensive about admitting to a lie, reco
He’s in full blown aggression mode, his alpha scent getting so heady that my own wolf starts to snarl in response, and I have to deep breath and count to ten to keep her tamed. He’s riling the pack, and the murmur of restless snarls around me tell me they’re all poised and ready to fight, feeding from their leader’s need to attack. The psychic bond of a pack, so that when their alpha hits a battle, they all rev up and flock to him, ready to die for the good of the pack. It’s becoming unbearable, and invasive, as it shrouds like a dark smog around us and I can hardly breathe with the impending pressure.I touch him on the shoulder as a way to break his intent focus on the incoming, as he paces past me for the tenth time and he pauses, spinning his head to me away from the road. It’s like I jolted him with a taser, such is his reaction, because he was caught up in his instincts and senses.“Deacon’s a coward and no match for us
“I guess we witnessed a mirage then, huh?” Meadow appears slinkily on the roof of the first truck, coming out of the shadows and strutting across the thick solid canvas of the covering like a supermodel. Hand on her hip as she glares this way and the sub pack seem to emerge creepily too. Some around the sides of the trucks, pouring in like beetles, and scaring Deacons pack half to death with the sudden appearance. Cesar appears behind Meadow, up top, while Matteo appears on the roof of the other one. Ninja stealth and almost magical appearances. They know how to spread out and look like there’s more of them. They have a force that’s hard to miss.“Let me have this one, he’s cute, and I want to play with him!” Jesus slides up behind one of the men who are slightly further out from the rest, and he jumps a mile high, growls Jesus’ way and then back runs to his pack to get away from the taunting smirk and kissing motions. The twins c
“I’m not in the mood for shredding my clothes so how about…. if he can get to his truck before I get to him, I forget all about it. He can go, and we’re done.” I raise a brow, sarcasm oozing from every pore and Colton smiles fully, looking to our prey. He knows I’m going to make Deacon run back to his truck like a coward and humiliate him in front of everyone without even attempting to follow. I start to understand why his subs like teasing and tormenting, it really gives me a power kick.“I’m not against you shooting him in the back, baby. An eye for an eye.” He leans in and kisses me on the temple, lingering a moment as Deacon continues glancing from him to me, and back again. Deacon pales out visibly and starts to stammer and stutter. Raising his hands and looks about poised to go running away, tripping over his own feet and falling epically to his knees in front of everyone. Colton breaks into a laugh and completely rui
Sitting in a study with a large double bed in the corner that looks completely out of place in an alcove, as though it’s a new addition, with the sub pack in eerie quiet tension as they all absorb everything we showed them outside. Sat in minorly dazed moods as we all digest the truth of combined memories.It’s a small room with a bay window, a large couch and armchair nestled in front of a rustic fireplace cozily. A large handmade desk sits off to the side, just in the nook of the window space, facing in with a worn chair tucked behind. There’s an entire wall lined with dark stained bookcases, crammed full of old leather-bound journals of varying shades of tan, brown, and black, with no titles on display and I wonder what exactly is contained within the aged pages for them to bear no mark. There are oddities, and bottles, of all kinds nestled among them, and facing that wall are three large closed cupboards in matching deep wood that narrow the space consider
“So, what now? Alora is in danger if Juan now knows she’s here. He may try and pull together enough wolves to attack the homestead!” Matteo breaks the silence, bringing all eyes to him as he nestles in the armchair. His words bringing me out of my own thoughts and I sit up on one elbow to look at him from a semi lounging position, my gut swirling a little, and anxiety piquing, that my being here might just endanger everyone I love. More so than already, and I can’t really predict if that’s true.“No. My mom life linked to her…. if anything happens to Alora, then my mom dies too, and as she’s still bonded to my dad, it’ll be his end. He’s crazy, but not stupid. He’d never jeopardize his own life. He won’t attack because we outnumber him in terms of warriors, and he already lost at the mountain, there’s also no point in trying to get them back now. He knows we have the truth and soon we’ll spread
I try and not to ponder on it, to push it out of my head and focus on a task of doing, instead of thinking. It’s all I can do if I don’t want to succumb to these overwhelming feelings, and all the questions about Carmen, about us. Starting to doubt myself and what I felt in the forest, but there’s nothing else to explain what that was. It had to be him marking her or betraying our bond in another way. Nothing can compare to the level of pain, and heartbreak, and betrayal I felt, and I should remind myself of that and not get lost in him as he tries to win me round. I need to stay true to the fact and ignore how much I still love him. How every sense, and fiber in my soul, aches to be reunited with him in even the smallest ways.I inhale heavily to self-calm and level myself out, shake my head and give myself an internal rattle to snap out of this. I haul out an oversized night shirt that Meadow gifted me in the manor, my all-time favorite, and underwear, and q