“What do you mean, she is missing? Didn’t you just say she was waiting for you in your bed?” I ask James, confused.“Clearly she wasn’t.”“When was the last time you saw her?” I ask.“Two nights ago. We went on our date and it was ruined. I went to her room after I got back and spent the night with her. But I had to leave for a meeting and I got back this morning. Sarah said Ivy left after I did, but never came back.”My stomach burns and bile tries to claw its way up. A steady dose of both jealousy and fear prickles up my neck. I fucking hate how he said he spent the night with her, but what sticks out in my mind the most is the latest cryptic letter. ‘Hard to protect her if she isn’t on pack lands’. Fucking hell. I stuff my feet in my shoes. “She didn’t tell Sarah where she was going?” I ask, standing, then rushing out the door and reaching back to close it behind us.“No,” he shakes his head. “Sarah said she just left the house and ignored her on the way out.”“Did you have any ru
~Ivy POV~Okay, now that I am back on the pack grounds and I have two very pissed-off men stalking toward me, I am realizing maybe taking off was a terrible idea. It is a little empowering to know that I can get them so worried, though. Well, Enzo is always worried, but James… Maybe he really is my mate? Why would he lie about that if he has nothing to gain from it?“Hey,” I say in as cherry of a voice as I can muster, hoping to hide the iota of fear that’s settling in my sternum.“Hey? That’s what you want to say right now?” James raises a brow as he practically plows me over, wrapping me in his arms and raising me up. I let out a surprised squeal and wrap my arm around his neck, holding him tight.“I’m sorry! I wanted to surprise you by trying to get my initiation jobs in so I can join the pack sooner. My birthday isn’t too far away.” I grin at him, but I can feel the cool gaze of Enzo’s eyes, tracing my every move. I make the terrible mistake of quickly glancing in his direction an
“James…?” I whisper innocently and he presses his forehead against mine, rolling his hip into me as he squeezes my ass and I freeze. Sensations I have never experienced before zip through my body and cloud my brain, making me think maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to just go a little further than I have before… “You make me crazy,” he murmurs, his hot breath dancing along my flesh. “Mate with me now, Ivy. Fuck everything else. Let’s just lock the door and stay here for days.” Every single part of me wakes up from whatever trance I was in and I untangle my fingers from the hair I hadn’t known I weaved them in. “What is really going on?” I ask him and he releases me. His head droops low, then grabs his shoes. “There was another disappearance. Then reappearance,” He says with a frown, looking up at me as he ties his shoes. “What does that mean?” I ask and he sighs. “There was another murder. And I have yet to disclose who all are dead or who all are just missing.” James runs a hand th
“Ok, so what does that mean, then?” I ask, turning my back on him as I walk to the side of the bed. “It means Johnathon is still the real alpha.”“But we already knew that Enzo.” I frown at him over my shoulder as I pull back the comforter to climb into my bed.“We didn’t know to what extent. The pack’s security is absolute shit. Only a small portion of the pack actually respects James as their alpha. It’s because Johnathon hasn’t handed the full title over yet. And the only reason for that is because James isn’t a suitable replacement.” My mouth sours and the thought of James being as bad as an alpha as Enzo says just doesn’t sit right with me. James is sexy and kind to me, but most of all, I like him. I genuinely enjoy his company and his hugs. I’ve never been the girl who wants someone to have a position of power, and I’m still not. It’s the thought that James is failing so terribly that is weirdly turning me off? It’s a feeling that is hard to describe. “James is not a terrible
“Sarah. Are you okay?” I ask, reaching out to steady her as she sways. “I don’t really know…” she mutters, her eyes drooping closed before shooting back open. “I just haven’t been feeling the best.” “Let me walk you back to your room. Do you need a healer?” I ask her and she shakes her head no, her eyes turning into worried saucers. “No healers. I don’t trust the pack healers.” She clings to me and I just watch her with mild confusion. “What do you want me to do, then?” I ask her, confused. I can’t imagine why she would come to me or why she wouldn’t trust the healers in the pack. Her cheeks redden and she drops her gaze. “I was hoping you would have sanitary items I could borrow… Since you know… you are mating with the alpha…” I rear back at her words, a sneer on my lips. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I demand. “Alpha James… He said you were mates and that you are going to provide him with an heir… I thought…” “You thought wrong.” I snap out. “Do I look pregnant
“You did?” Sarah asks. Her eyes find the tea on the bedside table and she moves for it, wrapping her hands around the steaming cup and taking a sip. “Yeah. My mom, dad, and my brother.” I murmur. I’ve never talked about this out loud before. I never had to with Enzo. He just knew he understood because he was there. He may not have witnessed the death of my parents, but he witnessed his parents’ death. Enzo and I are one and the same, broken but functioning. “What was your brother’s name?” Sarah asks, getting more snuggled into the bed. “Caleb,” I whisper. “He was my older brother, and he was always looking out for me when he wasn’t picking on me.” “Chloe was my baby sister.” Sarah frowns, her eyes glittering with tears. “Alpha Jonathon is so evil.” “Did James really just watch?” I ask, my chest aching. The thought of him being less than what I have built him up in my head to be is scary. Is it so easy for a woman to fool herself with emotions? “He wanted to help. But the more
~Enzo POV~ I almost told her. For the first time in over five years, I almost said the word love and meant it. The last people I said that word to were my parents. And I stupidly, prematurely, almost told Ivy that I didn’t like her. I love her. I want to be angry at myself for nearly saying it, but I feel more disappointed that we were interrupted. The things I would do for Ivy are endless. Shit, I assassinated someone tonight just to ensure that Alpha James wouldn’t be sleeping in her bed tonight. Was he a bad guy? Yes. I recognized him as the warrior terrorizing the staff in the kitchen over something the day they took our pack from us. He gutted the lead omega when she refused to step out of his way. An attempt, I assume, to keep him from harming the others. Brave and pointless.The second I saw him stumbling his way down the trail, I jumped into action. I didn’t even give myself the time to process what I was doing other than the alarm bells of who he was and the need for him to
~Ivy POV~ Orange and yellow hues are just peeking over the horizon, filtering through the kitchen windows as I reach into the cupboard to pull out the coffee container. By the time I made it back here last night, Sarah had been passed out in her room. I wanted to wake her up and tell her she would be safe soon. That I wouldn’t let anyone hurt her anymore, but what she needs more than anything is sleep. And I need to press her a little for information on where she meets the dickface who hurts her. I have no doubt that he meets her in different places. One thing Alpha Jonathon is not is stupid. I wish I could say he is a burly, brainless man with a knack for killing, but it would be a lie. He is annoyingly smart and knows most want him dead. It’s no wonder his daughter betrayed him and the pack. Ok, so I don’t know the details that lead to her betrayal or what she even did. But if she acted against her father, then she must be freaking awesome. The wooden floorboards creak behind me
This was a very different type of book for me to write and to those of you who stuck it out with me, I so appreciate your dedication to see this through! It was rough for me, but we made it. so THANK YOU! I will be taking a short break from writing any new stories as I am pregnant and have morning sickness which hinders not only my sleep but my ability to keep food down. These last two weeks have been a struggle to make deadlines and ensure quality writing. I am hoping it goes away in a few weeks! I would love to see you all back for my future novels!Happy Reading!!
5 years later~Enzo POV~ James laughs at me as I pace the living room anxiously. It’s been years since we buried the hatchet. I hate to admit it but with him being so close to Caleb considering they are family now through the mate bonds that tie us all together, I’ve come to call James a friend. And a good one at that. Caleb made us sit down and have a very serious chat about Ivy and Sarah. I can’t say I would have subjected my mate to watching me pursue another woman in order to free her from the abuse she was living through. In fact, I know I would have just killed the fucker. But James and I are not the same. Where I had nothing to live for he was afraid to lose his mate, even after knowing he would have to give her up for her to be safe. I don’t think it makes him braver than me or my methods but it makes him honorable all the same. Sarah was subjected to far worse at the hands of James’ father. All because they were mates and James wanted to protect her. Only a monster uses th
8 Months later~Ivy POV~Enzo and I have been traveling as fast as possible to get back to Caleb and Clem. After taking a few months to travel and be together, just us, we are finally, frantically I might add, heading back home. Home where my brother and his mate share their alpha ship, home where I finally grieved my parents and Enzo’s. Home where my baby niece or nephew is waiting to meet us. Auntie Ivy. Uncle Enzo.Best nicknames ever if I say so myself. Honestly, Enzo seems to be more excited about it than I am, and that is saying something. We came to the agreement that we want one or two pups of our own one day. But not anytime soon. I have five years of ignorance to make up for by giving my man my undivided attention and all the love he could have ever dreamed of. “How much further until we hit the meadows?” I ask him anxiously as he tears down the road in the borrowed car. I use the word borrowed loosely here.“I would guess maybe fifteen minutes?” He says, scanning the roa
The breeze picks up as we stand in a freshly mown meadow. It whips my loose hair around my face. Caleb was insightful enough to have the areas where we would all walk and witness the ceremonial burning mowed, so we don’t set the entire area ablaze. Everyone stands in silence, all women in black dresses and men in black shirts and their choice of slacks. The amazing thing is there was no dress code, yet it looks like we had stripped the choice from everyone. To me, that’s what makes it seem more beautiful.We are all in mourning. Here we stand united with all those who came to acknowledge the terrible history of my brother and his mates’ newly acquired pack. The darkness that lingers in the trinkets and trophies of a man possessed by madness will soon be laid to rest and made free. No longer will he have a hold on me or any of the others who had loved ones that fell victim to the monster that was Jonathon. When James approaches with a wary-looking Sarah on his arm, the crowd watches wi
*Ivy POV*I sit with Clem as she vomits in the trash can in the kitchen. All I did was offer to make her eggs before we head out to the ceremony. I didn’t even pull them out, or crack them open. Just a loose suggestion to help with all her nausea, which she still claims is from a bug. Luckily for her, after my conversation with Caleb the other night, he stocked the fridge with ginger ale and the cupboard with plain old boring crackers. The original pack house is undergoing some massive renovations since it was abandoned for quite some time. I was under the impression James lived in this cabin we claimed as ours because he was never actually the true Alpha of the pack. Maybe that was part of the issue, maybe not. As lovely as the cabin is, it was made quickly and isn’t of the finest qualities. Which, if I’m being honest, lends to its charm and makes me like it all the more.Caleb and Clem have since moved into the little cabin with us, taking James’ old room and using his office for A
~Enzo POV~It’s been nice not being on edge every second of every day, strange, but nice. I can feel the change in Ivy, too. Hell, I can see it in her smile and eyes. She is lighter now, somehow unburdened and free to be who she was supposed to be before the darkness touched her. Is she perfect? No, she is flawed, like me. But there is beauty in imperfection, and it’s a beauty I plan to revel in until the day I die. Unfortunately, we have to get through some hurdles before I can fully relax with her. The first of which would be this memorial where we return the nasty-ass trophies that Jonathon collected from the Alpha’s he killed. Caleb and Clem have gone back and forth arguing about how to return the items. Clem is convinced we should return them wrapped in ornate fabric and sewn shut to not cause more distress than the entire ordeal is already doing.Caleb agrees with her in this regard, but where they differ is Clem thinks they deserve to know what the fabric contains. She says th
A week ago today I killed the man who ruined my life. A week and a half ago I almost lost my fated mate at that same man’s hand. It’s crazy how life can feel useless when you are searching for revenge. I would like to say that getting said revenge didn’t feel good, that I realized I was wrong and a life for a life doesn’t undo the pain. It’s accurate enough, I guess it doesn’t take away the pain of the loss. But it sure a shit feels good to know I was strong enough to avenge them.Would I change the events that led me to where I am at this moment? Perhaps that’s a better question for a day further down the road. It’s all still too fresh. I need more time for reality to settle in. For now, we will take things day by day. And today is a yard work day. When I was a slave for Haley, she made me do some landscaping with Garrett. At first, it was stupid and hot, but I think that was more because what Haley wanted was not attainable. What I want here in the front of this little cabin is smal
~Ivy POV~The house is silent as I wash the dishes and stare out the window. It’s strange being here, in a place I am comfortable in, with the people I love. The thought makes my heart swell while simultaneously making me fear that at any moment, someone will rip it all away. That seems to be the common theme in my life. One minute I’m happy and the next I’m falling apart. Warm hands circle my waist and Enzo’s chin finds the crook of my neck. He says nothing, only sighs in contentment as he looks at our reflection in the window. This man has been my constant for over five years. My companion and my protector, but I have never seen him more himself than I see right now. It’s like all the sorrow and pain in my life has led me here, to this very moment of utter peace in the arms of the man who was fated to be mine.“What do you think would have happened?” Enzo asks. I place the cup in my hand to the side and tilt my head.“What do you mean?” I ask. Enzo lets go of me and spins me to fac
I find Clem and Ivy sitting at the kitchen island in silence, staring at the backsplash over the oven with distant faces. I lean against the doorjamb, watching as Ivy slips her arm over Clem as her face falls into her hands and she cries. It’s strange, watching Ivy be the one doing the comforting, but the more I stand here, the more it seems to make sense. Caleb needs time to digest what he saw. I push off the frame and walk into the kitchen, pulling the kettle out and filling it with water.“He closed off the emotional link,” Clem whispers, looking up at me with sad eyes. I frown at her and slide my eyes over to Ivy, who watches me intently. “Caleb is showering and then he will be down for tea.” I sigh, spinning and placing the kettle on the stove. “He needs a few minutes of silence.”Clem nods her head. “He blames me, doesn’t he?” she asks so softly.“No,” Ivy responds instantly. “If he blamed you, he wouldn’t have mated with you. Caleb thought all of us were dead. He may not have