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Chapter 19
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2024-10-29 19:42:56“Alpha Terrell?” a soft voice asked from behind the door.
He stood, slowly making his approach. Terrell cracked the door open to see Danica standing outside on trembling legs.
“May I come in?”
Terrell opened the door just wide enough to allow the young lady into his room. As he turned to her, his wolf growled, panted and pawed to be released. He stopped f
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I don’t think anyone saw it coming. I, Terrell Gladson, was at least the most surprised. When the beautiful raven-haired cheerleader shifted her first time, we all knew, just knew, that she and Gavin were mates. But her scent… it drove me mad. I could smell her showering, in her house, over a mile away. She was the beauty queen, and it surprised no one that everyone loved her. Her sleek white smile. Her graceful, anvil cut calves. Her soft tanned skin glimmering in the sunlight. She was truly beautiful. I could smell her. I knew it was her. And I was horridly confused. I followed the scent, almost unwillingly, deep into the heart of the woods. I saw her body go through the pain staking first shift. The sickening crack of her ribs, her knees inverting as the jeans she wore shredded effortlessly aware from them. Her falling forward, paws out-stretched, exhausted. I shifted before she saw me. But she could smell me,
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Two nights later would be the preparations for the hunt. To find out who in the pack would really take on the new alpha and beta, and who would be discarded like old filaments of photo reels. I told my father that I had no interest in the hunt. That the entire idea sickened me. What I hadn’t told him was that Anastasia had rejected me. I think he knew. But as respectful as the man was, he had no reason to pry into such matters of teenagers. I was eighteen now and if I couldn’t handle something on my own, then so be it. That was the way of the pack. You either made it, or you did not. There was no, hey let me help you with that. I just really wished that June was over. In July, I would leave for Stanford, and never, never look back. Major college essay? My father didn’t buy it. He knew I had finished that six months ago, revised it, and sent it off to my new potential professors. I had already received it back, red marked like some 3rd grade
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Those last couple of weeks were hell in that village. Everyone, and I mean everyone, glared at me. Graduation was the worst. They threatened to take away my diploma just because I didn’t “respect the hunt.” “Terrell the Terrible, the name rings so high!” Just like Ivan the Terrible, or the Hitler of their town, they taunted me. My father hired an outside human lawyer when they threatened my diploma. The attorney made some wheels and deals, and on the 17th of June, I walked with my class, got my diploma, tossed my tassle to the side and flipped everyone off as I walked off that stage. There was nothing they could do to me now. I knew the plan. Graduate. Get in the car. And get. The. Hell. Out. Of. Town. My father had made up his mind that he was coming with me to Stanford. He said he could use the change of scenery. But I knew better. He needed to get out of town before they banned him from the pack.
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His phone jolted him awake. Passed out again, over stacks of declarations, court orders, and pizza. How long had he been out? He rubbed his eyes and reached for his watch. 2:37 AM. Damn! Who the hell could be calling him at this hour? He picked up his phone. Dad. Shit. Double shit. “Dad? Dad what’s wrong?” “Nothing. I missed your call. What’s up son?” His voice was cheery, like he had been on vacation for six months. “What? Oh, uh, I was going to see if you wanted to meet up for scotch and dinner. Guess I missed you.” There was an awkward silence on the phone. “Dad?” “I’m here. You do know I’m in London this week, remember? The convention? I’ve been planning it for months.” Right. The hot shot lawyer convention across the big blue. One of those things he hated the most. “Yeah, mu
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The terrified young sprout of a courier rambled on, occasionally going down a rabbit hole here and there in his explanations. Terrell would raise his hand to caution Kyle not to steer too far, as though the outside story had no relevance to the current affairs.After a long and grueling discussion, Terrell sat back in his chair, eyeing the young man carefully.“You may sit.” Turning to Jason, “Get him some coffee, or water. What would you like, Kyle?”“C-c-c-coffee, Alpha sir, please.”Terrell nodded towards Jason. The man turned on a toe and went to grab coffee for the very timid creature.“Okay, the female children of the town are being tortured to death. But why only the females? Why not Gavin's son?”Kyle shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. His eyes were lowered, afraid to make eye contact with the overpowering alpha.Terrell sat in silence for a moment and continued his quest
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“Alpha Terrell?” a soft voice asked from behind the door. He stood, slowly making his approach. Terrell cracked the door open to see Danica standing outside on trembling legs. “May I come in?” Terrell opened the door just wide enough to allow the young lady into his room. As he turned to her, his wolf growled, panted and pawed to be released. He stopped f
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Terrell's POV:Ican'thelp but stare at her. My brain keeps going numb with everything she tries on. The dress though, oh sweet heaven above. What a looker under that apron and untidy hair.But she keeps noticing me staring at her. I shouldjuststop. Shedoesn'tbelong to me by any means. But I can change that. I mean, a few words to Gavin,maybe athought or some border control agreement... Idon'tknow. I do know that I want her to come back to Stanford with me. Even if shedoesn'tstay. Just away from, well, this shit hole that I left so long ago.
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Danica:Wait, what? Did I just hear that correctly? Alpha Terrell just asked me on a date?Where in the serious fuck did that come from? Am I dreaming? Oh good God, if I am, I never want to wake up!This is such a gorgeous dress. I really shouldn't be letting him buy it for me. The price tag, oh good sweet Jesus! Two thousand? What? Oh shit. I better step this up. “Alpha, I don't know that you should buy this dress,” I said, trembling as the words left my lips.“Too late,” Charley exclaimed, receipt in hand.My mouth gaped. Never before had someone just, well, done something without me asking for help, or even offering to make sure that I paid them back for it all.I didn't get a chance to protest whatsoever. Charley had me right back in the fitting room with a seamstress, ensuring every nook and cranny of my body came
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Danica came down the stairs slowly after showering, listening carefully to conversation in the main hall. She tiptoed down the last step, hoping not to be heard or sniffed out.“A dress, for the dane?”“Yes, Charley, a nice one, like for church. You can get her two, just so she has an extra one for whatever. She might end up needin' it.”“And shoes? Or do you plan on her padding around in sneakers.”“Whatever. I gave her the credit card. Get her what she needs, but don't be stupid with the money. I got bills to pay, too.”“Uh-huh, sure.” Charley rolled her eyes at Gavin, knowing that the entire town supported the Alpha, and the Alpha family hadn't wanted for anything in almost 150 years.Danica came around the corner, her eyes turned down, and her hair pulled back in a neat ponytail. She looked up slightly only to see Charley waiting, impatiently.Charley stood about five foo
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<Danica> I have no idea what just happened. It was lunch, and then, he was in my head. How? I didn't think that there would ever be a telepathic that close to me. Mom had always told me my touch was unique. I could think out loud, she would say, literally, and she meant. Sometimes, too loud I suppose. I never thought I would meet a wolf that was a telepathic either. A talker is one thing, but a shifter and a talker? What? My mind is whirling. He is so detrimentally handsome. I swear he might end up being the death of me. I also never thought I would end up cleaning slop and filth from these pathetic redneck slobbering coon hounds. That's all they really are to me, not even worthy of being called wolves. Oh I wish I could just sail away in the wind, like my mind does, like the world does around me. Leave here and never look back. It's almost like dreaming of being in a fairy tale re
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Terrell: “Well, that went better than expected,” Jason said on the other end of the line. “Yeah, they weren't happy seeing Kyle on a gurney. But these nightmares. I think they're getting worse.” “I think you need to see a doctor to find what's causing them. It isn't something you ate is it? Maybe bad Chinese again? You remember that one time in college? Oh man, I thought you were never going to stop puking!” “Don't remind me, and no. I haven't eaten anything actually. Apparently they are having a big lunch for me here at the pack house. Kind of wish I had a personal food taster on hand.” “Just say the word, Alpha, and I will be there.” Terrell stayed quiet for a moment. A deep sigh left him. “No, let me do the thing. They need to trust me. Something about this other pack is looking for the iris.” “Iris died a long time ago,” Jason responded, confused. “That's what I said, but Gavin insisted that it wasn't
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<Danica's POV>Oh dear God. This? This is Alpha Terrell? Why didn't anyone tell me he was drop dead gorgeous? Of course he is. He's an alpha. Not that Alpha Gavin is. Stupid man. Ugh. Him and his foot. Oh, my foot hurts Dane, rub my foot Dane.Disgusting. Fuck, get yourself together, Danica. You're the dane, nothing but the great dane to them. Nothing more. To be their... servant.I can't believe my servitude for the next three days at least are to this man. I also can't believe he caught me staring at him in the shower. But I was sent up to satisfy his needs. What needs? He's rich. He's powerful.He can afford someone way better than me. Better looking. Better, well, anything.Oh my God, he's turned around. I think he saw me staring. Shit. Look away! Look away! Look, oh dear sweet Luna, look at that man
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Terrell followed the solemn woman to his room. She pulled a key from her apron and unlocked the door softly. She pushed the hair back from her face as she turned to him to hand him the key.“Room 8. The corner room. Alpha Gavin has asked me to tend to any need you have, even...” she gulped hard.Terrell was startled. “Dane, is it?”“Danica. They call me Dane around here though,” she whispered. She was shaking at his presence.“Danica, beautiful. French, is it not?”She nodded, her eyes remaining on the floor.“Well, I will call you by what you ask. You are the lady here, not me. Would you prefer the name Danica?”She looked over her shoulder quickly. “I really, I need to...” She turned away from him to leave.“Wait, Danica,” Terrell called behind her.She stopped. Tears welled in her eyes. “Look, Alpha Terrell, “ she said bold
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Gavin stood in the airport terminal, watching the private jet. He was furious when he saw Kyle come out on a gurney, strapped down like a wild animal. “Terrell the Terrible,” he murmured. “You strike again, and you weren't even here this time.”Kyle had been rushed to the doctor once being taken from the plane. Terrell had slowly exited the flight, looking about him for any imminent danger signs. He cupped his hands over his eyes in the morning sun and saw Gavin standing at the terminal window, waiting patiently, snarling heavily.“Shit, here we go,” said Terrell.The pilot had off loaded the luggage from the plane. He looked in the direction that Terrell had looked and saw the Alpha Gavin in the window as well.“Looks like you got yourself a welcome party.”“Don't remind me. I'm only here to give advice. I really don't care about anything else. Besides, this heat and humidity never suited me wh
