CADE"Master Cade." The servant curtsied and held out a glass in which was some cold liquid. "Before you left, you wanted-"The blood roared in my ears. Damnit! Couldn't she read the room?"Get the hell out of my way!" I bellowed.She flinched and scurried away with the glass, half spilling it's contents on the floor in her haste to get away. It was a good thing she was a woman. If she were a man...I shut my eyes briefly and imagined it was Asher I was in such close proximity with. I would rip him limb from limb. I supposed it was a good thing for him that my father and his had been in at the meeting. I would have given an arm to have wiped the smirk of the son of a bitches' face.I strode angrily in the house, a bundle of rage.'I choose Asher as my mate,' she had said.Those words kept reverberating in my head. I stopped, whirled around and slammed my fist into the wall. My arm muscles trembled with the effort it took to clench my fists to keep from pummeling the wall over and over
My brothers and I, mumbling imprecations under our breaths, stomped away with me in front. I headed to my room. My brothers probably thought it was as good a place as any to talk so they followed me inside.Then followed a bitter discourse over what had just happened, but no matter how many times Chase and I asked ourselves why Hannah had changed her mind, we couldn't make head or tail of it. While Chase and I talked, I noticed Jace sat in a corner quietly and appeared to be deep in thought."Jace," I said, finally getting exasperated over his continued silence. "Are you going to say anything at all about what just happened or do you plan on sitting there and sulking all day?"Jace roused himself with an effort."It doesn't make sense," he said half to himself.Chase and I exchanged a look."What doesn't make sense?" I asked him. "What are you talking about?""I have been thinking-""Obviously," Chase said dryly.Jace shot him an impatient look. "In my head, I've been going through e
HANNAHThe room was spacious, but mostly bare. It still had some of the trappings of luxury that could be seen in every corner of the pack house, but most of it had been removed, no doubt on Asher's orders. He wouldn't want me to have anything too good.And though the room was comfortable, I hated it with a passion. I hated these four walls. I hated Asher and his father and most of all, I hated myself for being too weak and too helpless to get myself out of this situation."But what was I supposed to do?" I groaned as the tears slipped down my cheeks to mingle with the others already there.My mother's life had been on the line. But the even the fact that none of what was happening was my fault didn't make me feel the least bit better.With a sob, I buried my face in my hands and wondered why the moon goddess has condemned me, of all people to such a cruel fate. Hadn't I suffered enough with my father being banished and all? Why did Asher have to be my mate and most importantly, why h
"I don't want this life," I murmured.Asher, who had been walking towards the door stopped in his tracks. Slowly, he turned."What did you say?" he asked quietly. A few seconds of silence ensued. "Come on. Talk to me. Repeat what you just said. Don't be shy. Talk or I swear I'll force it out of you!""I said I don't want this life. Please let me go. I don't want you and... I know you don't really want me. You have Julia. She wants you more than anything in the world. Please go be with her and leave me alone."I saw his eyes glint dangerously and knew I had made a mistake in speaking up. I saw him raise his hand but I wasn't prepared for the slap, the force of which knocked my head against the wall. With an open mouth, I sat there, with my hand pressed against my cheek from which waves of pain were radiating. It hurt so bad I couldn't properly draw a breath."How dare you speak to me like that, you filthy bitch," Asher yelled. "Who are you to tell me what to do? You, who should be knee
ASHERI could tell my old man was pissed from the moment I walked into his study. I wondered what was biting him. No doubt it was something or the other to do with the pack's administration. I was more concerned about his bad timing. Why he hadn't waited a few minutes more until after was done with Hannah? That bitch was asking for it."Where have you been?" my father barked, breaking into my thoughts."Huh?""I looked for you all over the house and in your room. You weren't there.""I was in Hannah's room. Before the guard interrupted, I was you know..." I lifted one shoulder in a shrug. "...trying to fuck the bitch.""You were what?"I raised an eyebrow. Why did he sound so disapproving? It was surprising because my father was many things, but not a prude."I said I was about to fu-""Yes I heard you the first time, Asher but this is not the time to have sex!""Why?" I grumbled. "She's now my mate, isn't she? She's going to get screwed now or later, so what's the problem?""The pro
floor. "What the hell is wrong with you? Can't you think beyond the moment? Everything about your relationship with Hannah is important. Everything! People are watching, especially the council. Those students you said were watching, they will talk and by now the entire pack will know that my son was beaten up by Jace. Asher, under no circumstances must we appear weak. Under no circumstances must people think rightly or wrongly, that the Wallace's have the upper hand. Do you understand?""I'm sorry," I grumbled. "I didn't-"He made an impatient gesture. "Now is not the time for apologies. What we have to do is recify your mistake right now. Hannah and that principal of yours will be the scapegoats we will use to show everyone how powerful we are. Take guards to the principal's house and bring him here. Do it now."********************************I beckoned the guard foward. I could hear voices coming from inside the house. I felt a smile curve my lips. Good. The asshole was home with
ASHER"You!" I pointed at the guard who was holding Matt's head back. "Dump some more water on him."As he poured the bucket of water over the choking, spluttering man, I kept punching him the face. The sound of my brass studded knuckles making contact with his wet skin made a rather pleasant squelching sound. My face split into a grin as I realized I could actually get used to this. The feeling of ultimate power and control was a heady one.Punching the shit out of this asshole certainly beat hitting inanimate punching bags at the gym. I adjusted the brass knuckles over my fingers, gave him one more punch below the eye before taking a step back to survey my handiwork.His face was satisfyingly bruised and covered in blood. The skin was split in several places. It wasn't a bad result for about thirty minutes work, I had to admit. Not even the pack's guards could have done it better. One of his eyes was swollen shut but I had been careful not to hit anywhere close to the other function
HANNAHThe room was spacious, but mostly bare. It still had some of the trappings of luxury that could be seen in every corner of the pack house, but most of it had been removed, no doubt on Asher's orders. He wouldn't want me to have anything too good.And though the room was comfortable, I hated it with a passion. I hated these four walls. I hated Asher and his father and most of all, I hated myself for being too weak and too helpless to get myself out of this situation."But what was I supposed to do?" I groaned as the tears slipped down my cheeks to mingle with the others already there.My mother's life had been on the line. But the even the fact that none of what was happening was my fault didn't make me feel the least bit better.With a sob, I buried my face in my hands and wondered why the moon goddess has condemned me, of all people to such a cruel fate. Hadn't I suffered enough with my father being banished and all? Why did Asher have to be my mate and most importantly, why h