VANESSA POV One week later
"You have to be able to take a punch," Hilda snarls as I struggle to regain my footing."I am aware," I mutter before sinking into the defensive pose she taught me.She lunges, and I block. She is like lightning, and her punches are like thunder. Her punches come so unexpectedly that I never block the right portion of my body.She lands another brutal hit to my side, and I stumble. I grit my teeth and remain standing. I watch her feet as she moves to hit me again. I duck and land a rib shot of my own. She flinches but smiles."Good," she says while retreating a few feet.We return to the starting position, and the cycle begins again. After another hour, Hilda calls it a day, and I am very thankful. If I weren't a werewolf, my body would be black and blue.Hilda and Gunnar both have been relentless. They keep telling me that all the females coming to compete are Alphas and that I have a long way to go. SVANESSA POV R rated.I can practically feel his rage through our linked hands. Something about his jealousy feels nice...I know I shouldn't, but I really like it when he calls me "his." I know it's the mate bond calling my body to his, but I can't deny...Gunnar ishot.Maybe we can have what Rosy has with Jaxon. She seems super happy. I have no family and no other friends to go to. If I win the competition and leave, where would I go? I'm not being mistreated. Gunnar is kind to me. The other wolves aren't friendly, but they aren't unfriendly either. They seem to be waiting to judge me, probably waiting until I prove myself. Hilda is a great mentor. She isn't necessarily pleasant, but she isn't hateful or condescending either. It really seems like she is on my side when it comes to the training.....so maybe, just maybe......This could be my home.Gunnar clears his throat and breaks my inner monolog. He stands to his feet and scans the room: his jaw clenches,
VANESSA POVI have never felt this way before. I have never felt the storybook romantic tingles or so giddy I could squeal........until today.The things Gunnar did to my body yesterday were unbelievable. I still can't believe it really happened, but my nakedness this morning is definite proof. I guess what I said in the dining hall really made him happy."Morning, little mate," Gunnar says from beside me."Morning," I whisper back shyly, and he chuckles at me.He rolls over and slides his hand up my leg. My eyes widen as his touch ignites my womanhood with need. His hands might be calloused and rough, but they feel amazing."Are you hungry Vanessa," Gunnar asks in a gruff voice that makes me look at him.I nod, and he smiles. His blue eyes are blazing with heat, and they make me lick my lips with desire. His hair is wild and tangled, but it looks perfect. His tattoos are screaming to be touched, but I'm not brave enough.....not yet a
HILDA POV (YUP, YOU READ THAT RIGHT HILDA) Three days after Vanessa's breakdown in the bathroom.My phone rings and I check the clock, 3 am. I growl slightly but almost on instinct, I answer it."Hilda,""Hilda. We have a sighting,"I move my tired body into a sitting position."Where andwhen,""Close to the Reverence Pack thirty minutes ago. Your brother and ten warriors all entered the territory, according to our source there. They seemed at ease,""Thank you. I owe you one,""No, you don't. You stopped an entire rogue horde that was heading towards my pack last year, Hilda. This is me paying you back,""I appreciate that...... Listen, Malcolm.....I should have given you a heads up sooner, but my brother found his true mate. I know your daughter Anita is competing...... Gunnar isn't calling off the competition due to the negative backlash and threat....you understand, but just so you are aware...I'm training her,
VANESSA POV two weeks from the competition."Think like a wolf," Hilda yells for the thousandth time, and I snarl at her.I push my battered body off of the ground and face the three females Hilda has me sparing against. They each have significant flaws in their defense, but when I go for one, the others get me. Each time Hilda yells, "to think like a wolf," I want to snap.Wolves are pack animals, but I'm fighting solo. They are getting to fight like a pack. How can Ithink wolf.... when I'm not fighting like a wolf? I want to bite her. Now that's thinking like a wolf, I smirk at my internal dialog."Vanessa Focus," Hilda orders as the taller blonde takes a swipe at me.I duck and dodge as much as possible, but I end up taking another hit that makes me eat dirt."Ahhh," I yell/groan towards the sky after rolling over.If this keeps up, I can kiss my mate goodbye. Gunnar's face flashes in my brain, and I growl. No! I can't lose h
GUNNAR POV (r rated)I follow her scent through the halls of our pack's mansion like a bloodhound. I know she is hurt, and she doesn't realize that I already view her as my Luna. My partner. But I hate that she feels like all of this isn't hers. It is. Just like how my den became hers themoment she entered it....this pack became hers the moment I accepted her.Her scent takes a direct path to our den, and I follow it with a purpose. I need to soothe her. Since our bond has grown, I can feel her stronger emotions, and right now.....she is hurting. She is doubting. She is filled with betrayal.I open our door and close it softly while watching her pacing form. She doesn't look in my direction, which doesn't surprise me. I take a seat on our bed and sigh. Emotions and expressing myself, are still challenging but for her..."Vanessa, baby....those females didn't mean anything. Those nights were moments filled with lust and entitlement. I looked at it as
GUNNAR POV"Fuck," I mutter after texting Hilda to meet me in my office.I touch my freshly marked neck, and bolts of ecstasy shoot through me. I grin in spite of the situation. I cannot believe my little mate marked me as hers...and then declared me to be hers. She is everything I could have ever wanted. One thing is for sure; my rogue sickness hasbeen extinguished. My bloodlust and anger are a distant memory.I plop down in my chair and try to push my mind away from the bliss I am feeling. I am a Claimed wolf.Hilda's scent becomes strong, and I straighten my spine just in time for my door to swing open. Her eyes meet mine, and I instantly know that Hilda is aware of Vanessa and I's activities.She smirks, and her eyebrows dance jokingly as she sits."Sweetheart must not have been too angry.....couldn't even wash her off of you before meeting with me, brother," Hilda jokingly asks with a wide smile."No, I couldn't......mainly
TOOK MEDICINE ABOUT AN HOUR AGO. IT HAS KICKED IN SO......LET'S WRITE GUNNAR POV (R rated) I glance at Vanessa before I stand up and address our pack. I already called the maids in, so everyone knows what I am about to say, is important. I know Vanessa is nervous about changing them.....but this is her destiny. She gives me a tiny head nod, and I focus on our pack. "First and foremost, Maids, I would like to offer you a chance to be changed tonight. Things are evolving in our pack, and for your safety and ours, you need to be wolves. The decision to change into a wolf is your own, but before making that decision, you need to know, the process is dangerous. Vanessa is the rebirther, so your deaths are unlikely, but it can still happen.......after I am finished addressing the pack, I need your answers," I say, letting my eyes take in the maids for the first time ever. They look weak but hardened. There isn't an ounce of softness in their gazes. Lifeless is what I would call them. The
VANESSA POV24.24, young human girls. Each one of their expressions is emotionless and cold. None of them are showing me an ounce of fear, but I really shouldn't be surprised. These girls have lived my worst nightmare.Lived it and survived."Each of you will receive the bite. Each of you will experience extreme pain for the next few hours. And when the clock hits midnight, you will shift. Whether your body completes that shift is the question. If it doesn't, you die," Hilda explains in her emotion-hidden voice that used to terrify me.Only now, after studying her for weeks, can I see that she cares. The slight dilation of her pupils plus the twitch in her hands are dead giveaways. Hilda is scared for them. I grin internally. Hilda cares. She cares, but she refuses to show it. She turns to me, and our eyes lock."When you bite, hold for about 45 seconds. It is different than marking or biting in battle. You need to flex your fangs, feel them.
HILDA POV I smile as I watch Crow move around my den. His fresh scent is beginning to saturate the air, and I like it. My den has smelled like only me for far too long. "Wow, this is unique," Crow says while running his fingers over my quilt. I nod and give him a sad smile."I made that. I used all of my first mate's shirts. I wanted to keep him close," I explain, and Crow stills. "Are you uncomfortable with me having it," I ask as I watch his reaction closely.My stomach twists with fear. I will not allow Crow to act as if my first mate didn't exist. I care for Crow, but I loved my mate. "No. I was worried you wouldn't want my scent on it," Crow admits while searching my eyes."I don't mind. I actually like the thought of your smell on it. I know we are.....I know this is all new, and I
CROW POV (R rated)She looks stunning today. If I hadn't already decided to compete, seeing her this morning would have been the nail in the coffin. Her blonde hair is down for the first time in two days, and it is beautiful. Natural blonde with soft waves......She is also dressed differently. She isn't in anything overly feminine, but the simple outfit looks sexy on her. She hasn't looked at me once, and that hurts a little. I know what I said last night broke something between us, but I hope by competing, it fixes it. I don't know what kind of relationship we can build between us, but her brother was right.My Cindy would be pissed if I spent my life sulking and missing her. She would want me to try for happiness, and I think I can have that with Hilda. She understands my pain. She is also intelligent, strong, and gorgeous. My brothers forfeit with honor, but no one else steps
HILDA POV Pain courses through me, and I curse the feeling back to hell where it came from. I have no idea why I gave myself hope. I should have known that I am doomed to be mated to a young second-born who has no idea how to lead. A male who can't place his own arrogance to the side to think about what is best for the pack. My fist connects with a tree, and the wood splits. My skin rips, but I ignore the irritating burn. Crow's stupid face is imprinted in my mind, and I can't help but picture it. His dark, almost black hair is thick and wavy. It shines and makes my hands itch to touch it. His dark eyes and thick eyebrows are expressive. They shout out his emotions, and my broken soul loves it. His nose is big and a little crooked, but the flaw makes him real; it makes the rest of him believable. I sigh as the first tear falls from my eye. For the first time in a long tim
CROW POVI hang my head and let the water cascade down my dirty body. I watch the dirt collect and move through the water by my feet-little specks, insignificant but irritating.....like our lives.I want to growl and argue with the new feelings brewing within me, but that would mean I acknowledge them. I don't know why I couldn't stop staring at Hilda today. My thoughts hadn't been anything but neutral and curious, but I never give females attention. Maybe my interest was stemming from our conversation last night. She impressed me.I shut off the water and step out. I hear the bedroom door bang open outside of the restroom, and my instincts kick in. I snatch the towel I had folded and waiting from the counter. I barely get it around my waist before I open the restroom door."Gage? What the hell? What's wrong," I ask as my eyes assess his pacing form.He seems unharmed, but some
HILDA POV Dark, handsome, smart...Crow is an admirable male. His body is in prime condition and looks as if he exercises regularly. A small smile tugs at my mouth as I scrub my scentless soup into my hair. I could see myself with a mate like Crow. A male who has loved. A man who has lost everything but kept going. I step out of my shower and dry off quickly. I don't have much of a morning routine. I'm not like other she-wolves, never have been. I like to get clean, get dressed, and be done. I don't prep and preen my face for male satisfaction. I get my old but clean undergarments on before throwing on some sweats with a matching worn-out tank top. Perfect. My phone chimes, and I open the message before pulling on my socks."Two new arrivals Alpha." I finish getting dressed before responding. "I will
CROW'S POV "I'm not interested," I growl as Ronan makes his speech about how we should compete for Silvertail's Alpha title....again. "Look, I get it, Crow. You had your mate. You met her at 18, and your life was perfect. But that ideal life ended.....I know that it is hard, but we need your help. I'm 25. Gage is 27. We need to find a mate or win a mate. If you compete with us, you can knock out some of the competition for us. You don't have to win her. Help one of us win her," Ronan pleads as Gage stands with his arms crossed. I drop my 110lb dumbbells and grab my blue sweat towel. I think over my brother's words while looking around our tiny flat. Pictures of mom and us decorate the entire space. I close my eyes as I wipe off my neck. I picture my mother and my mate's faces...they would want me to help my brothers. They both would probably tell me it is time for me to move on also
HILDA POVI growl as I rub my temples. Irritation at my circumstances is causing me to have a headache. Not only do I have to deal with twenty spoiled second-born Alphas who feel like they are owed the world, but I have to also deal with my little brother. He won't stop whining, and while the change in his personality is endearing, I can not take it.He is constantly barging into my office demanding that I get my mate competition underway so he can run back home to be with a very pregnant Vanessa. He doesn't understand why I am putting it off. He doesn't understand that when I look at these males, I feel nothing but repulsion.My phone rings, and I pick it up with my eyes closed."Hilda speaking""Well, hello, sister-in-law.""Vanessa, if you are calling me to hound me about the competition as well...I will kick your ass pregnant or not.""Geez.
VANESSA POV"Max, be careful," I call after my two-year-old nephew as my phone rings.I pick up the phone quickly after seeing the caller ID."Hello, Love,""That's my line. How are youfeeling,""I'm fine, Gunnar. She won't be here for another month. How is Hilda,""Pissed. She hates all the males who have signed up to compete so far,""That doesn't sound good,""If she keeps me from coming home for much longer, I am going to challenge for the Alpha position. I will be King of werewolves and Alpha of Silver Tail before I miss the birth of our first pup,""Calm down. Why does she hate them,""Because they are all second-born Alphas. They are only competing so they can be an Alpha. They don't care who they mate. Hilda wants love,""Tell her to open the competition up to everyone. Maybe she will meet someone genuine,""Yeah, but he still has to win,""I don't understand. Why doesn't she jus
VANESSA POV"Okay, I have a deck of cards,three books, monopoly, and Life," I say, spreading out my games so the others can see them."I brought battleship and two books," Rosy says, adding her games to mine.A couple of the other Omegas also pull out decks of cards for everyone to play with.The medium-sized room is packed with slim but tall bodies. There are at least thirty female Omegas and about fifteen male Omegas. And while the room is a little stuffy, everyone seems to be in a good mood. I smile as I turn my attention back to Rosy."Ready to be defeated in battleship," I taunt while wagging my eyebrows at her.Rosy rolls her eyes and scoffs. Jaxon just smiles at our interaction. He kisses Rosy's forehead before sliding through the compacted bodies to reach another male."Bring it, Ness," she says, with a playful growl, and we sit down Indian style in the back of the crowded room."So have you thought of any names,"