I pace my room for the hundredth time, sighing, frustrated and mentally working through the war going off inside of me and end up ‘arghhhing’ out loud in frustration. So over this crap already, and tired of feeling this strung out. I feel like the events of the last few days have changed me in subtle ways and wish I could go back to the before.
Things have not been going well since that day in the pack house, that changed literally everything in my life, and I’m a prisoner in the orphanage until further notice. Under lock and key metaphorically, through pain of death should I disobey.Colton's father erupted when he realized that being left alone for mere minutes was enough to send his son spiraling into hormonal lust for his new mate, throwing all sense aside and almost marking me. So now we’re forbidden from being near one another indefinitely. His father thinks he can control fate by just refusing to let things run their course. Despite everythinGenerally, males treat femmes with respect after turning, but not all. Hormones, lack of a mate, and sometimes undirected testosterone levels, all contribute to rogue males with little consideration of punishment when fueled by a need to have sex. We are primal animals, and sex is in our basic everyday makeup once we turn for the first time. I know I’m already suffering for the cravings to be fulfilled. My body yearning for my mate to join with me, until I feel like I may turn inside out with the internal painful pangs for his body. The annoying part is, that no one else will do and I have zero interest in any kind of instant relief with any other male, or any form of self-pleasure, not that I would know how. It’s not been high on my list of priorities in my life.I’ve become aware, more than ever now, that I am no longer safe in this home when surrounded by unmated males. A lack of a real pack means a lack of protection, and any kind of consequences for a mal
In wolf form I’ll get there in minutes but completely naked, and I haven’t yet tried to turn of my own accord. Too preoccupied to even attempt it and wouldn’t know how to start without a little practice. I need to shower, change, make myself look half human at least, and hide the dark circles and shadows from pining my days away. I don’t want him to see me at my worst.My body is weighed down with lethargy when I drag myself up, and it takes all my will power to haul ass to the bathroom moments later. Desperate to find some relief in the meeting, even if the outcome won’t be what my heart hopes. Torn in two though, with a little shining light of delusional hope, telling me that maybe what he needs, and wants to do face to face, is mark me as his mate. That maybe we can do this in secret and find a way to be together. Or maybe not. I still cannot seem to get to grips with how this can be. How imprinting on a relative stranger can completely de
I feel like I run at least five miles before I stop for much needed breath, gasping crazily with crushing agony, my limbs beginning to ache and burn from overuse and the unfamiliarity of speed running like this. Much like unfit people, we have to build our stamina so the human side of us can catch up, and I have not been good at building up to this kind of sprint. My legs and muscles are throbbing and feel like my tendons are being torn apart. I collapse behind an overgrown ridge to try and regain some equilibrium. So my lungs don’t cave in and give myself a few moments before dragging myself up and walking the rest of the way at human speed now I’ve made up good time. Deep in the woods, following the worn animal path to the cavern that I know well, I feel a little lighter, and less depressed. Every kid has been here at least once in their life, long before the vampire attacks. This used to be the go-to spot to hang out, play and swim in the lake nearby and the pat
“I need to explain my reasons. I don’t blindly do what he says… I have my own mind. Please don't be like this. I’m trying to do something to move us forward.” He too slumps down, on top of a rock not far from me, and mirrors my pose, dropping his legs over the edge as we sit facing one another across the clearing, in what seems like a huge gulf between us. All my hopes of reuniting with passion and lust dying a hefty death and depressing me all the more.“So, explain, and let me go back to my exciting solitude and imprisonment. I’m totally missing out on the adventures of the day meeting you here.” Its sarcastic and drenched in bitterness that even shocks me, and I flinch at how nasty and cold I manage to sound, but it’s purely frustration at the predicament we find ourselves in. Realizing my hurt feelings are getting the better of me, I try to swallow it back and throw him a wary look fleetingly. I catch him out of the cor
“You can't lie to your mate, Lorey. I can feel you, even if what you’re saying sounds honest. I am what you need, and you’re what I need. Fate made it so… When you strip everything else away and it’s just us, here and now, with no one else to think about.... we need each other to feel sane. To stop this eternal agony and emptiness we’re both harboring. We don’t need to pretend it’s any other way. There should never be lies between us.” We both stand in hopeless silence as he gets up to stand too, towering over me by at least a foot, yet we’re still at least three apart. He doesn't hesitate and closes the gap, pulls me to him by the waist, gently, his touch searing my skin, even through my clothes and I can’t deny that I do need him. I can’t fight it.Bringing his forehead to mine, he places us together so his breath fans my face, impulsively, I close my eyes and inhale his scent. Our connection only drives
“After today, the link will be closed, our bond ignored, and we should never cross paths again. That is my command …. It’s done. We’re done…. Forgive me, Lorey....... I'm sorry. I love you, and I wish this could be different.” With the final words they deliver the crushing blow I knew they would, and I feel like my heart gives out and refuses to beat. My mind blanks and my tears still with shocked numb, too much heartbreak for my mind to deal with anymore. The fates will pay no heed to his request, but by wolf law, I’m no longer his mate or bound to be. His father will rejoice when he tells him. He’s set me free and we’ve chosen to live with the pain of severance against the imprinting. No matter how much it hurts.We stand for what feels like the longest minute, holding one another, broken inside, and crying silently in our own and combined personal hell. My face buried against his shoulder and his face in my hair,
It’s been thirteen days since Colton left me in the forest and I don’t think I have the will to keep trying anymore. I’m tired of life and everything has become so mundane. Everything I thought I experienced before that day is nothing in comparison to how I’ve been since. It’s like my family have died all over again, and I am bereft and inconsolable. I’ve no more tears because I’ve cried so many. I’m nothing, but a numb hollow shell and the sunlight has withdrawn from my world to leave me in eternal cold shadow. I tried to stop the spiraling depression, I fought hard to beat this feeling of being sucked free of all life, but the fates don’t play when you deny them. I’m not even living anymore. Such is my empty continuous state of nothing. I robotically move from my room to kitchen, from kitchen to chores, from chores to my room, day after day. I’ve nothing to say, nothing to add to the conversations around
“Use protection. An unwanted kid would end up right back here and you’d have no choice but to stay.” I warn, more for my benefit than hers. I’ve been counting down the days when she leaves me in peace, and I can fumigate her rank scent from this room. I’ve nothing else in life to look forward to anymore, so I may as well have that. Room to myself, space to call my own.“Whatevs…. Maybe you should try it and fuck up that pretty little Santo head a little, for throwing you in the trash. It’s bound to sting.” She sneers and then laughs at her own devious plan, but I ignore it. As much as he’s broken me, I still love him, and wouldn’t want to inflict that kind of pain. Hell, I wouldn’t want to do it to myself, I’ve no desire to have sex with anyone that’s not him, as stupid as that sounds.“Tell me… is it true you two were mid screw and ready to mark when daddy walked in and threw
Book 2 is on this app now and named Awakening Following FateBefore you carry on with the next book, join us on the new Awakening Instagram where we will post ways to get involved with future giveaways to win Paperbacks and merchhttps://www.instagram.com/awakeningseriesThank you for supporting me xxChapter 1 preview of book 2The branches and low hanging boughs skim my face, clawing my fur as I race through the forest, ducking low to avoid overhanging sticks that pull harshly as I follow Colton into the darkness. My heart's racing, blood rushing through my head and I can barely keep up with the swift pace of my mate before me. Focused intensely on the darting black slice of shadow that moves so sleekly to lead the way. The zipping noise of foliage passing my ears at speed and yet I don't slow my
“Such threats should be punished, Mr. Santo. I might just go to sleep.” I smile as wickedly as I can at him and cast him a raised eyebrow smirk. Warm and cozy in the security that this is real, and he’s mine.“Go ahead, I’m kinda beat. I could use the sleep.” He folds his arms behind his head casually, as though he really doesn’t care at all, and closes his eyes. It riles me enough to slap him on the peck with impulsive anger. Sudden fury that he might not be joking, and it ignites an internal minor temper tantrum.“Hey!!” It’s real outrage, and that chuckle he expels is an instant dampening tool. Colton opens his eyes and grins at me, chasing away any doubt that he was not playing, and he strokes his thumbs over my thighs. Cooling my fire and bringing me back to heel with a taming touch.“Stop messing and make me your bitch already. You know I love you, and this…… it’s holding up ev
Colton laughs at me, but my insane need must be waving at him and overwhelming him too, as he only stops to put on his condom and gets on top of me right away, no hesitation. Abandoning this slow and steady, for instant gratification.“So maybe next time foreplay will be lengthier. You’re wet enough already that it shouldn’t hurt much, so maybe we should just get this done, and then the second time we can go slower… enjoy it without the tension.” He braces himself over the top of me, leaning in to nuzzle his nose against mine and I open my eyes to be faced with glowing amber eyes. The most gorgeous male I have ever known, nestling his body back onto mine. He doesn’t say anything, just a kiss on the end of my nose as he catches me unawares with a little smooth slide of his pelvis and completely enters me. It doesn’t give me time to tense up or expect it, just boom, he’s inside of me and I’m thankful it’s how he did it.
“I want to hear that multiple times a day, for the rest of my life. I’m crazy in love with you. I’ll never let you down again, ever, I swear. You’re my priority. The Luna the people need, the Luna I need. I’ll never doubt us or put you second again. I needed to lose you to realize how stupid that was, how fucked up my priorities were, because your mate should always come first. You will always come first.” Colton kisses me on the forehead, a grazing light tenderness that makes me feel delicate, and special, igniting the butterflies inside of me, and the softer side that is not consumed by lust.“Unless you turn into a power crazed psychopath!” I point out in quiet humor and get a white flash of gorgeous smile for my efforts, even if it was a tongue in cheek remark that might upset him. A lightness of the intense heavy moment.“In that case I give you permission to taser my ass and keep me shackled to the bed, for your p
I break free, dropping my legs down again, and push his face sideways with my hand on his jaw, to lean down to kiss his neck, licking over the pulse in his jugular, tracing from jawline to Adam’s apple as he slowly puts me back on my feet. His skin is slightly salty, yet delicious, with that unique smell and taste that is only his, and it pushes the need higher inside of me. Blood hitting boiling point, and all I want is to experience his mouth on every inch of my skin. Body heating from inside, and my core is almost pulsating with a strong need to feel him within me. I want to be joined to him, in intimate ways, that are only meant for us. I want to taste his blood and mark my mate.As soon as my feet hit the floor, I shove him hard backwards with a newfound strength, away from me with a giggle. Biting on my bottom lip to curb this insane horniness that’s threatening to overtake me, so he hits the bed and topples over with a manly chuckle. Colton smiles, rights him
“Fine…. Okay, so maybe it wasn’t that, but what I felt was real. You obviously just screwed her then. Either way… this will never happen; the bond is marred, and damaged, and you did this to us.” I cross my arms across my chest, my fight dying because I was so sure, and yet I’m wrong. My heart pounding like a war drum within and my body, is beginning to tremble with the excessive amount of pain, and energy, coursing through me. Colton looks like he might explode, standing menacingly close, a new rage ignited in that angular face as he tenses his jaw and grits his teeth.“I DID NOT fuck her!! What is wrong with you? All this cryptic bullshit since I came for you…. The refusal to let me touch you, all this. You think I cheated on you? That’s what all of this was about? Because…. You felt it? No, Lorey, what you felt around four days after the mess hall conversation was me finding you gone. Was me coming back from fou
I gasp, inhaling a deep almost vicious breath as reality crashes back in on me, shuddering my brain around my head and I’m startled awake, back where I began, in the infirmary, gripping onto Colton’s leg for dear life, and so disoriented as my vision returns to normal. I can hardly breathe for a moment and have to drag air into my lungs while I get my bearings and shake my head to clear my blurry vision.“What the hell?” It’s an automatic response, tartly said, as I try to catch my breath and Colton’s arm around my waist loosen as he lets me go a little. He was holding me up, I guess, and I flop as I’m released, using my hands on my knees to bend forward, and finally pull myself together. It all starts to fade, and the noises, and smells of reality fully bring me back to clarity.“That was a memory… I saw it too.” Colton’s voice is gravelly, as though he’s just as shaken as me and I untangle myself fr
I sigh heavily, letting out a tiny noise, but Sierra is making sure I keep my eyes closed and I picture such a pretty girl with white hair, saddened with little pangs in my heart, that she was ended in such a cruel way. In wonder that a wolf can be both like me, and one of those creatures out there, mommy is fighting. I wonder if this story could be a little bit true and wouldn’t it be sad that all these wars were because a bad man killed a little girl, because he was afraid she would take his crown away. What a silly man.“Stories told are a funny thing, as they change and grow, and details are forgotten, or exaggerated, and soon that story of years gone by are lost among the wolves, visionaries too afraid to correct the tellers. We witches became enemies, because we held truth and sight, as alphas removed traces from our history and beheaded witches who spoke out. The wars raged on, decade after decade, for hundreds of years, until no wolf or vampire knew anymore
I lie still, watching her, frozen, breath raspy to match my elevated heart rate, but my fears begin to calm and fade as she slides down her hood with a slow even movement, and illuminates the room with a magical blue glow of both her hands. Like a mesmerizing smoky orb around each, that follows and traces with every movement. Hypnotic in nature.Sierra Santo is a very beautiful woman, with almost milky skin, despite looking exotic. Her dark hair frames a delicate bone structure, and her eyes, although electrifying blue right now, are almond shaped under straight thick dark brows, so perfectly symmetrical. She has pouty lips, and an ever-present youthful charm that completely warms her to you. A face that says, ‘I can be trusted’ to match the surrounding atmosphere of serene she always carries.I sit up, gasping in wonderment at the light show, and reaching out to touch what I can see as she moves in and sits on the side of my bed with grace. She allows my hand