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Dylan I cannot just go up to the Lycan King’s Mate, his Luna, and ask her if she is this lost heir or if she has children. I mean, we know she has a son, everyone knows she has a son. He will be eighteen in the spring, but The Lycan King’s son is his heir, we would have to give our pack over to him. If we don’t fix things, we will have to anyway. I make my way to my father’s house and his home office. He moved to this townhouse after retiring. My father doesn’t run the pack or the business anymore, but he has been working on some side business venture idea he had. “Dad, I’m glad you are in,” I say as I walk into his home office and meet his cold stare. I never thought green was a cold color, but when my father’s green eyes meet mine, I get a chill. My father sits behind his enormous, showy, teak desk in his leather swivel chair with a casual but professional looking collared shirt and dark slacks. He never was good at unwinding, at least not after mom died. I vaguely remember a
Ace “What a crock of shit!” I snarl as I rage at no one, in my office. “We are the Alphas and everyone knows these ridiculous prophecies are things to entertain children and old ladies.” I pace and grumble. I feel a headache coming on, so I pop my headache medicine and pace once more around the room before plopping on to my tastefully modern black leather sofa. I prefer an uncluttered, clean, modern, professional look, unlike my brother who still has trophies from sports we played as kids and seems to prefer a more chaotic design style. Or can we call his style ‘design’? A tentative knock on my door makes me turn and respond, “Who is it?” “A-Alpha, sir? The-the hostages…ah..the rogues have been processed and made ready for questioning, sir,” A jittery young voice says. It must be that new guard, what was his name, Josiah? I open the door and look at the tawny skinned boy with the buzz cut and enormous brown eyes before reply, “ Lead the way, Josiah!” “It’s Jesus, sir!” The yo
Kaiya***Trigger warning-many chapters contain fragments of sexual violence, but this chapter contains a fairly graphic depiction of rape, if this triggers you, you may want to skip reading this chapter. Your mental health means a lot to me, only read this chapter under caution.*** Of course, he shows up more. One of the days, I hoped for just one or two visits from Ace and he is here early in the afternoon. Usually he comes at around am and again around seven or eight at night. I look at him as he lowers the hook, oh! He wants to make me his pinata again. He enjoys this little game of his. He strives to see how long before I cry out and how long before I let the pain claim my thoughts and consume me. Ace steps into my cell and hooks my wrist shackles to the hook, before taking a step back out to raise it up enough so I barely grace the floor with my feet. This is one of his favorites. He hasn’t realized, yet that the more he does this the more used to it I get and the more contro
Ace I didn’t mean to mark Kaiya, but something came over me right before my headache struck me. I pulled out of her and admired her delicious form before leaving her cell and coming back here to wash myself off. I had intended to tighten the belt around her throat if she tried to fight me off, but her body never did, only her words even sounded like an objection, but I know she enjoyed it. I shouldn't be so surprised she was still a virgin, but with her looks and perfect body, I am surprised others haven’t tried making her theirs. However she always was a good girl…what am I thinking? I need my medications! This headache is driving me to weird thoughts. I’m toweling myself off and searching for my medicine when Dylan mindlinks me. ‘Brother, meet me in your office! Now!’ ‘Let me get dressed! I just showered,’ I reply, suspicious of his timing. He couldn’t know about what I’ve done already, could he? I quickly dry off and get dressed, opting for a styling product to tame my hair
Dylan I stare at Ace before answering my phone and walking out of his office as flustered as I have been in a while. How come he never told me about mom’s journals before? “Yeah, Dad. What is it?” I ask. “Can you come over? You wanted to talk and I don’t know how much I feel like revealing, but I can tell you a few things you might want to know,” my father sighs into the phone. “I’ll be right there,” I reply as I unlock my office and place the journals into my desk drawer along with their keys. ‘I really hope whatever he has to tell me is helpful,’ I say to Tam, who has stepped forward in my mind space but remains quiet.I pull up in front of my father’s townhouse before long and rush up the front steps to his door. I knock twice and open the door, as is our usual ritual. “I’m in my office,” my father calls out and I head into the room I already suspected he would be in.His back is to me and he is looking out the window, but he speaks to me as I enter and take a seat.“There ar
Dylan I was sitting in my office pondering the possibility of the moon goddess messing with us be pairing us with our half sister when I suddenly got a call from Ross. “Alpha Dylan, I know you relate to Kaiya differently than your brother, so I am calling you because I am a little worried,” Ross said. “She hasn’t eaten or drank anything nor has she spoken in over four hours.You know that is a feat for her.” “She hasn’t said anything? Not one word?” I asked, getting nervous. Kaiya always has a perfect comeback. “Not a word nor any sound,” Ross replied. “It’s worrisome.” “Do not call my brother! I’m coming!” I instructed before storming out of my office and that brings us to where I am now with this interaction replaying in my mind and the near certainty the Ace did something horrific to our mate. I am fuming before I even reach her cell, but seeing the state Kaiya is in breaks my heart. Her eyes are completely unfocused as she stares blankly ahead, though I can see dried tear trac
Kaiya Everything is dark here. I feel as if I have walked for miles with no direction or understanding of where I am. Finally I see a light and I approach it. It takes so long, I fear I will never reach it, then I see it come into focus. It isn’t a light but a sleeping wolf. She is silver with a red mark on her forehead. I try to go to her, feeling drawn there, but can’t get past an invisible barrier. I circle the space, trying to find a way through the barrier to her. I sink to my knees in desperation when I find none. This is my wolf! I know it, but something is keeping us apart. I stay here, by the barrier for a long time, but then something warm and wet comes into contact with my flesh. A soothing voice coos to me, “I have you, you are safe with me. Just let me clean you up and I will find you something cozy to wear.” My eyes flutter open and I start…No! Ace does not have me in his suite! Please tell me Ace didn’t take me to his suite where no one else will know I am there! P
Ace “WHAT DO YOU MEAN DYLAN TOOK HER FROM HERE!?” I shout at the trembling guard. “Umm…he is also Alpha and…I have no authority to stop him,” the very young security guard says with difficulty.If I were more like my brother I would reel in my Alpha aura. If I were more like my brother, this man wouldn’t know my emotional state.I look around me and no one dares to meet my eyes. Traitors! The lot of them! They are all traitors!FUCK! By now he realizes I marked her against her will and probably knows what else I did! I wish we saw this the same way, but he has been taken in by her lies!I storm out of the dungeons and stalk off to the training field. I need to blow off steam! No! Training is not going to do the trick! I need to really blow off steam! ‘Tiffany!’ I mindlink Rebecca’s best friend.‘Yes, Alpha?’ Her seductively sweet, breathy voice comes back at me through the link.‘Gather a couple friends and meet me in my suite in five minutes!’ I order. ‘Oh! Yes, Alpha!’ She repli