Brooklyn-
“It is time.” Eric said, as soon as I opened up the door to the room I was staying in with Tate.
I had known that it was bound to come, but I had spent all night trying to reach Tate. When Eric had told me that the Elders were going to strip Tate of his Alpha role, I felt as if my world was disintegrating around me. On one hand I couldn’t care less about being Luna. On the other, I knew how much it meant to Tate by being Alpha.
“We just need a little more time.” I whispered, feeling as if my heart was breaking.
“I know, but they aren’t going to give it to us.” Eric said, sounding just as defeated as I felt.
“He is going to wake up, I just know it.” I said, looking up at him and hoping there was something he could do.
“I want to believe that, but we have to be realistic. It has been a week and there is still no change. I am not saying I don’t think he will never wake up, but we need to start looking at the possibility it could
Tatum- I wasn’t sure how Axel and I managed to get out of the state we were in, but when I had woken up and found Brook laying over me, the how didn’t matter. I was back and that was the only thing I cared about at the time. When I told her I was willing to give up my title for her, I had thought she would have agreed to it. It would have probably been a good idea to give it up either way, so I could focus on her, but I also loved being Alpha. I felt as if there was still so much more I could do as Alpha. Taking the hand, she held out to me after she asked her question, I accepted it without a word. Together, hand in hand, we made our way to the auditorium. The halls were empty, so I suspected everyone else was at the meeting, which I was kind of glad about. The idea of surprising everyone was sounding better and better with each step we took. This wasn’t the kind of reunion I had wanted when I woke up, then again nothing in my life has ever gone acco
Brooklyn-I waited until the auditorium cleared out before I looked over at my father. He was watching me intently the entire time, but I tried to ignore it. I don’t know why, but it annoyed me that he spoke up on my behalf. I wanted to show that I could take initiative on my own, but now I think everything was put to rest because of who my father was.“Did I say something wrong?” He asked when I just looked at him without saying a word.Taking a deep breath, I tried to calm myself before speaking. It wasn’t that I wasn’t happy to see him, I just wanted to make a name for myself. Now everyone knew who my father was and I wasn’t sure if others would respect me because of what I did and not who I was or who I was related to.Until recently I have been on my own. For the first time, I thought I was strong enough to be able to stand on my two feet and lead everyone. Now the question would always be there, was it I or my fat
Tatum-I could tell something was bothering Brook, but I couldn’t tell what it was. As much as I wanted to press on it, I kept my mouth shut. The way she nibbled on her bottom lip made me think whatever was going on in her head, she needed to come to terms with on her own time and decide if she wanted to tell me.Patiently I waited, leaning up against the kitchen counter, while she began to pace in the kitchen. I had thought maybe I could get in a shower and then take her to bed to have my way with her, but then she started acting a bit strange. It was moments like this that I wish I was a mind reader.“I haven’t been fair to you.” Brook said when she finally quit pacing.“What do you mean?” I asked, raising one of my eyebrows and tilting my head ever so slightly to the side.She didn’t respond right away, just started biting down on her bottom lip. It made me start to feel a little nervous myself, though I
Brooklyn- As soon as I felt his mouth, I nearly orgasmed at the very second. It has been far too long since I have had felt so much pleasure from him. Until he showed me the true meaning of desire, I had been perfectly fine, now it was as if I craved his touch every second of every day. My head fell back as he licked and sucked at my clit. My mind practically turned to mush as he did so, making it nearly impossible to form a sensible thought. Just when I thought I could take as much as I possibly could, he pulled my hips towards him until I was right on the edge of the counter. Out of pure reflex alone, I moved my hands to grab the edge of the counter and hold on as if my life depended on it. He lifted one of my legs and placed it over his shoulder, giving me just a bit more balance. Or at least I thought that was his intention until I felt his tongue slide from my clit and move down until it reached my entrance. In one fluid motion, he thrust his ton
Brooklyn-“Are you okay in there?” I heard Tate ask from just outside the bathroom door.For probably the fifth time in the past couple of days since Tate woke up, I have been hovering over the toilet. It was like I had this urge to throw up, but nothing would happen. I couldn’t even make myself throw up, even when I tried.I don’t know what was going on, all I knew is I felt miserable. Even thinking about food made me sick to my stomach. Yet when I did eat, it was as if I was starved or something. This completely sucked and I just wanted it to be over.“I don’t know.” I answered honestly.The doorknob shook, but I was thankful I at least had half the mind to lock it. The last thing I wanted was for Tate or anyone for that matter to see me like this. As far as I knew werewolves didn’t get sick in the same way humans did, but after doing some research on the computer, I was sure that maybe I had the st
Tatum- The pain of losing my first love still haunts me. For the past three years, I have been surrounding myself with women I can’t necessarily stand, but give me a distraction from what I lost. That and whiskey, lots of it. The only time I have been able to sleep without the demons of my past from haunting me, is by making sure I was thoroughly drunk. As a werewolf, it wasn’t an easy feat. Unlike humans, when we drank we needed a lot of alcohol to even feel the effects of it. We could get drunk but for us, it was like drinking a fifth of whiskey compared to their one beer. So if it takes five beers to get a human drunk, we would need five of the equivalent in hard liquor. Basically, we just needed nearly ten times the amount of alcohol in our system to be effective. With the way our metabolism burns through it. It didn’t last long, which is probably why I was once again up pouring myself a big glass of whiskey. Taking a large gulp, I turned to face my bed.
Brooklyn- Bile rose from the pit of my stomach. I had one more day of hell to endure until I will finally be finished with school. Not that I didn’t like school, I just hated the constant torment I received on a daily basis. The only solitary I had was when I was home. It wasn’t much of a home, but it offered me a little security. At least here I could be away from everyone else and not be beaten constantly. Living in an abandoned house just on the edge of the territory wasn’t ideal, but here I was left alone. The house was barely a shell of what it once was. There were no doors or windows and holes were scattered all throughout the house. I had no heat or electricity, which made winters brutal. Luckily the house had a basement, even if it wasn’t much but a dirt hole under the house just big enough for me to crawl around, sleep and do my homework in peace. After years of ridicule and torment from my pack, I was finally eighteen today and after school,
Brooklyn- Arriving at the school, I shoved my bag into my locker and pulled out the textbook I needed for my first class. Shutting the door, I made my way into the janitor's closet just down the hall. It was the only place I could hide away since I was the one who did all the cleaning at the school. Not today though, as soon as my last class was over, I was leaving. They can deal with the cleaning from here on out. Picking up the library book I had stashed on one of the shelves, I lowered myself to the floor and pushed my back against the door. It was a bit of a habit, though no one has ever come in here, I didn’t want to take the chance of being caught off guard. With the book in hand, I opened it up to become engulfed in the story. Reading was like an escape for me, it was the only thing I had that wasn’t a living nightmare. At least reading, I could pretend that I was one of the characters of the book. Currently, I was reading about a woman who had