As I walk into the kitchen, I stop and watch Sarah as she moves about. She always has had an air of grace when she cleans or cooks, but she seems different now. Almost like… she is relying on muscle memory. A dancer who knows the moves but has no emotions attached to the movements.“What are you doing?” I frown at her as she grabs a pot and fills it with water.“I am making breakfast.” She says, looking at me like I’m the one that’s strange. “Sara, I already talked to James about your not being well. He agreed you could have the day off.” I move to her and take the full pot out of her hands, placing it on the counter next to the stove.“You shouldn’t have done that,” she sighs, her hands dropping to her sides. “I don’t enjoy appearing weak in front of them.”I scoff. “Weak? Are you kidding me? You are here. Alive and thriving at your job while going through the worst shit anyone, in my opinion, can go through. You are anything but weak.”She peeks around me, looking at the empty doo
“What did you say?” He asks, his eyes are foggy with desire as he blinks down at me. “What?” I ask, trying to come out of the clouds.“You called me… Enz… As in Enzo?” James snatches his hands from my pants and I stare at him. Did I really? I don’t think I did.., but then the room comes more into focus and I’m not in the safety of my bed, the hand on my bare skin isn’t calloused but soft and gentle. Why the hell is Enzo in my head at a moment like this…“I… I don’t know why I said that.” I tell him. Obviously, I know why I would say that. But I don’t know why it came out when it did. It’s not like I don’t know I am with James right now. How could I not? So why did my mind trick me into thinking it was someone else? I like James, so there was no reason for me to be thinking about Enzo right now other than guilt for feeling like I am betraying our mission and his trust. “Do you have some sick, twisted crush on your slave trader?” James asks, sitting up on me as he straddles my waist.
~Enzo POV~I allow my wolf to take over as I run for the trees, sprinting as far as I can. Ivy is letting her feelings overshadow her sound judgment and I’m left looking like the bad guy for calling her out on it. As a man with feelings for her, I hate it more than I can verbalize. But as the protector assigned to her and the man who promised to keep her safe from all harm? It’s killing me. Her stubbornness and naivety are going to get us both killed.I make it to the pack borders in record time and pace along the line, shifting into my human form as I try to clear my mind. All I can do is think about how she smelled like him, how she was aroused… for him. My chest constricts and I pound on it, releasing an agonizing scream that reverberates off the trees. It sounds just as melancholy, echoing back to me as it did, ripping from my lips.I drop to the ground after taking a pair of spare shorts out from one of the dead tree trunks that the pack has around their lands for warriors when t
“I hear you met Otis,” James asks from behind me as I walk down Haley’s hall to the bathroom. Lucky me, I came earlier than intended because of Otis’s stalking and I caught the tail end of James and Haley’s meeting. I stop and my head falls back in annoyance. It’s been three days since I have been able to get close to Ivy. Three days since I had to stand near her and smell him on her. And at the risk of sounding dramatic, it’s been three terrible fucking days. It’s proving damn near impossible to avoid Otis, who seems to work twelve-hour shifts on me. I know it takes time to learn someone’s habits, and how they act and move, but Otis played dumb with me because he doesn’t think I’m a problem. This means I need to keep him thinking I’m not a problem by being boring and aloof. It’s far more taxing than it sounds. “Yeah, seems like a nice enough guy,” I say, turning to face James and crossing my arms over my chest. “He seems to think you don’t do a whole lot around the pack.” I sh
~Ivy POV~Sarah has been fidgety all day. I’m sure it’s her nerves, but if she keeps jumping at every tiny sound, then she is going to get herself caught before we even get the chance to walk out the door. The plan seems simple enough, but the problem with simple plans is shit always goes awry. “Sarah, you need to calm down,” I hiss as she jumps when a pan clatters in the sink. She closes her eyes and clutches at her heart, then she nods her head.“I’m sorry, Ivy,” she whispers.“Only a couple more minutes. Then we will make our way out of the house. Okay?” I give her a small smile and she nods. The doorbell rings and she nearly hits the ceiling in shock. I give her a frown and move for the door, pulling it open to see two large warriors looking perpetually perturbed. “I take it you are here to see Alpha James?” I ask, lifting a brow. “No.” one man says, sliding a look at his partner before clearing his throat.I lean on the door frame, a bad feeling settling over me. If they aren’
“Are you sure we can trust him?” I ask, sprinting through the trees behind Enzo.He doesn’t even bother to look back at me. He knows I’m close to him, even if I weren’t talking. We spent so much time training together in the more recent years that we can feel each other. The vibrations of the earth and the shift of the air. All things they taught us to pay attention to.“The only person I trust is you.” He murmurs, slowing his speed and pressing against a tree. I mirror his actions and glance around, but I see nothing and no one. “And sometimes even that trust is scarce,” he finishes as he steps out, his eyes always scanning, searching for anything out of place. I try not to let his words bother me. All I wanted was a little reassurance that Sarah was with someone we trusted and instead of comforting me and saying ‘Yeah Ivy, he is fucking great’, I’m met with learning it’s hard for him to trust me. Which, to put it lightly, fucking sucks. Enzo sighs and turns to face me before grabbi
“Then talk,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest. “Get dressed first,” Enzo says, pointing to a pile of clothes on the bed that I hadn’t seen him enter the room with. I toss the blankets off and brush past him, grabbing the pants and slipping them on under the towel and the long sweatshirt. Then I shuck off his sweater, laying it to the side and grab the sports bra and pull it on over as my towel slides off. I turn to face Enzo as I pull the fresh shirt over my head, realizing these are from the reserves from going on a run. One thing the pack is actually good at is having an array of clothing stockpiled all over the pack, so no one is running around naked after a shift.I throw my hands out and do a spin to showcase how dressed I am, and then I cross my arms again. There is no way I’m not coming off like a petulant teenager with how I am acting, but in my defense, Enzo has been keeping this from me.Never mind that I have been getting them too and haven’t told him. He has been wit
~Enzo POV~Ivy stares at me with pure confusion, her head trying to decipher whether I feel guilty about the crime accused or if I am guilty. I can read it on her face. The sorrow and then the flicker of anger, then the same confusion wins over and her shoulders slump. Ivy has never asked me what happened, why I wasn’t with Caleb like I was supposed to be. And I have never been forthright in admitting openly that I left him for dead so I could save her.Because even when I was sworn to duty, Ivy meant more to me than even my best friend and my position in the pack. I know how that sounds. It sounds fucked up and cruel, but it wasn’t a decision I made lightly. Caleb and I had an unspoken language, one that was made up of looks we could understand and have full conversations with.When the pack warriors alerted us to the attack, Caleb saw me lurch toward the door. I remember glancing over my shoulder and seeing Caleb give me the look. The ‘Go save her’ look. Because that was his baby s
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