DianaMy eyes were finally flickering open, it felt as if I was sleeping for an eternity. I didn't want to make any subtle movements until I knew what was going on around me."Is she going to wake up? How much longer?"I could hear faint voices talking in the distance and none of them were familiar to me."There's no way of knowing Alpha, she was severely wounded with silver, I'm surprised she's still alive.""I'm sorry but I need to speak up and say something. This is crazy to have her here in our territory, and we have no clue who the hell she is! Those wolves were protecting her for a reason. Why put us all at risk?"Shit. How could I forget? I'm here with those murdering bastards."Look she's moving!"I opened my eyes wide fully to analyze my surroundings, already planning my escape. My vision was still slightly blurred to make out any details from the three men standing over me.I rubbed my eyes to get a better view of them."Leave," I recognized the Alpha's voice. His eyes were
DamianAfter running out on Diana, I took an hour to cool off in the forests, running aimlessly as my mind spiraled into a deep hole. I was out of control with rage and couldn't bear to show my mate the true beast within me.I was already heading back to the pack house to reassess the situation, and thankfully I was in a better frame of mind now."Eric, come by my office, I need to speak to you." I linked to Eric as I entered the door.I felt bad for leaving so abruptly when Diana woke up. I wanted to be there for her, but she didn't feel the same way and it killed me inside. I wasn't sure if it was because she was marked, or if Holden did something to her, but I was going to get to the bottom of it. My frustration started building again as I imagined that sick bastard touching her.I growled loudly as I whipped my hand onto an unopened bourbon bottle on a nearby shelf."We meet again old friend." I wiped the film of dust off the bottle and sighed deeply.I guess this was a good time
DianaI stared out the window pane from my room and I was on the brink of dosing off. I spent most of my time observing everyone outside to pass the time, but boredom was getting the best of me. It's been days since I was taken captive and I've spent most days in this prison cell. Well, let's be honest, it was actually a luxurious guest bedroom with an en-suite bathroom, but it felt like a prison.The more I had time to think by myself, the more I tried to make sense of all the decisions I've made over the last few months. I felt like I've been constantly making mistakes, and the only family that I could lean onto for advice was gone.I kept thinking about Holden telling me he was sorry before I hung up on him. Why was he sorry? I felt like I knew the answer, but I was too scared to face it. I had to grow up and face the realities of my situation. I regret not listening to my father and brother, I regret agreeing to be Holden's mate so fast, and I regret opening myself up to Red that
DianaI paced the room for several minutes as the growing anxiety took hold of my mind. Damian wasn't here to protect the pack or me, so why should I feel any safer locked away in this room? Was it actually rogues? Was it Holden? Was it Crimson Warriors? I was to the point of no return and I didn't want to leave, but the fear bubbling up inside me was pushing me to run away. The mark that I once flaunted around was gone and I didn't want it back.Eric told me to stay in my room until they cleared the area, but I've been through this shit before. I needed escape before Holden found me because he was the only one that I was truly afraid of."SHIT!" I paced the room like a maniac, trying to devise a plan to escape and run away until it was clear of Crimson warriors. Maybe it was a foolish plan, but the panic and anxiety of my old life took over my thought process and I just wanted to run.At least if I ran, I had a better chance than facing Holden. I wouldn't know where to go, but it wou
Damian"What the HELL happened?!" I slammed my fists hard into my desk causing one of the legs to rupture. Anger wasn't a good word for how I felt right now.I WAS FUCKING LIVID.The group of men gathered in my office remained silent, and their eyes all drawn to the floor in submission. No one had to balls to explain to me how the rogues got as far as they did.Diana was still unconscious in my bedroom as our pack doctor attended to her. She had no visible wounds, but she was barley clinging to life.Was this my punishment for leaving her alone? I was foolish for thinking anyone could protect her but myself. I wanted to murder this whole pack after putting my mate at risk."They came out of no where Alpha." Alex muttered from the corner of the room."I find that hard to believe. Rogues are like mosquitos, we swat them out of the way before they bite onto our skin. All of this shouldn't of happened. If anything, just on our borders. Not at the house. This is unacceptable for Fenrir. If
DamianI found myself daydreaming most of the day. I had to get my mind refocused while Diana was still asleep in my room. It drove me crazy being away from her, but I knew she was protected. I still had to lead my pack and I know my absence made my warriors uneasy.Eric and I were going over border rotations using a map in my office when I started to smell a strong scent of Lavender and Lemon approaching the office.It must be Diana."Well I think if we had Adonis and Alex leading this group over at the east side he could cover more terrain based on range overlooking the southern part of...." Eric discussed the rotations as I paced my eyes from the map to the door."Are you alright? You seem anxious.""I think she read it.""Holy, shit are you serious? You want me to leave?" He was already heading for the door, but I grabbed him by the arm."No stay."I wanted Eric to be here because I knew Diana trusted him. After all, he was the one who compiled most of the information on Holden an
DianaOur hug felt euphoric. I didn't want to let go. I barely knew Damian, but it only felt right. This felt right, and in my moment of grief I wanted to kiss him, but the news about Holden created a deep hole in my heart that needed to mend.Only time can heal the grief I was feeling right now. So many thoughts were running through my head as I processed the information. I felt like this entire thing was my fault. The fire, meeting Holden, disregarding my father and brother... How could I give myself to someone who killed my entire family?Tears kept falling down onto his chest. His warm chest that I wanted to wrap myself in. I still wanted to take my time, but just being near him made it unbearable. I wanted to feel the sparks on my skin, I wanted to bask in his scent, I wanted to hear his voice even if there was nothing to say."Diana, he did this for you, don't blame yourself." He whispered into my ear.Could he read my mind? I didn't say I blamed myself, but it was exactly how I
DianaThe man and I stood face to face, his black rifle pointing in my direction. I was frozen, trying to make out who he was, but I was failing horribly."What is this about?!" I exhaled deeply, hoping to calm the raging fear bubbling up inside me.The man took a deep breath, like what I said just agitated him. His jaw flinched the longer we stood there, I knew he was close to breaking."You don't remember do you!?" He gritted through his teeth."No. You're mistaken!" I stepped back to give myself space from him, but he immediately held his gun closer to me, firmly gripping the trigger in his hand. His eyes were blackened, and his muscles were twitching, like he was trying to keep his wolf at bay."You are so damn wrapped up in your own shit that your too blind to see it." He stepped in closer, and I immediately took a step back. I peeked over my shoulder, it was open forest, but I wouldn't be able to outrun a bullet."Why don't you just tell me what the hell I did to deserve this?!"
When twenty-three-year-old Konya Evans arrived at the offices of Standard Management Services in Cross Roads, the first man she met was Denver Tracey. She knew at once that he had affected her in some way. “Hi, I’m Konya Evans,” she introduced herself to the tall man. She judged his height to be about six feet, and he was about twenty-eight years of age. She hoped that he wasn’t married. She had to catch herself, such thoughts. He was dark in complexion, but very handsome, she had to admit. He had a low haircut and was clean shaven. It was early, about eight o’clock in the morning and the building seemed empty.“I’m here as a senior accounting clerk and relief telephone operator.”“I’m Denver Tracey and you’re the new employee, Peter told me about.”She nodded. She had done the interview for this job from the middle of January and here she was just landing it in February. “I’m going to get some breakfast at the canteen, won’t you come along?” “I don’t think so, I hardly know anyth
Diana :My heart skipped a beat when I caught sight of Damian standing at the doorway. I wasn't sure how long he was standing there, but his expression was dark, almost unrecognizable. His arms were crossed against his chest, and he was breathing heavily. I'm sure he was upset that I invited Holden in our home without telling him.He gently placed Troy back in his crib and whispered, "I love you, don't forget it."Damian was about to step in the room, but he could read my expression from where I was standing and held back.He trusted me to allow this.Holden sighed heavily as he looked to Troy one last time, "Thank you for giving me a reason to live..."I nodded my head to Holden, then to Damian who looked like he was ready to unleash his beast. He was in shock just as me, but he was more on edge then anything else. Ever since becoming a father he had grown into a paranoid mate and Alpha. No one could come close to the babies without him knowing about it, and for him to stand by the
Diana: My limps tingled from the adrenaline now coursing through my body. My heart raced, my eyes widened, my breathing turned rampant, and my body froze.He was kneeling down where his gravestone was. He looked like an entirely different person. A rough stubble covered his face, his hair was longer, and tied in a low bun. His clothes resembled a traveling vagrant; loose, with large tactical pockets, an army jacket and black biking boots.He looked rough but his heart was still beating strong.I was speechless.He stood up and watched me, eyes trailing me up and down. "Your looking good."His voice caused me to tremble more, almost like I was caught up in a snowstorm.He took a step towards me, his hands were holding steady in the air to show he wasn't a threat, but honestly, I didn't know what to think of him anymore."You died...I killed you." My throat was tightening up, and tears began to fill my eyes. I had no words for him, I couldn't believe it. I let him go, I forgave him, a
Diana "Diana.""Diana.""DIANA!"His screams.It was the same screams from the night before. I couldn't get them out of my head.I gasped for air, but I couldn't breathe.My throat was so tight, and no amount of oxygen could get in no matter how hard I tried."Ah!" My hands were holding my chest steady as I whipped myself straight from my bed. I patted onto my chest frantically. I was breathing, I wasn't paralyzed... I was...I was...I was home..."Di! What's wrong?" Damian bolted up from the covers, blanketing me with his bare arms."Oh..." I looked over to him, his eyes were heavy, but his body was pulsating from the adrenaline, "I'm sorry...I didn't mean to wake you.""No, don't be sorry," He pulled me in tighter, "Why are you so cold? Are you sure your ok? Never be sorry for waking me up."I watched the covered window, "What time is it?" My feet almost reached to the floor, but Damian immediately pulled me back into bed."It's ok Di, they're sleeping. Besides, you need to rest."
Damian:Holden stood silently since his apology. I couldn't respond, hell, I wasn't sure how to reply to it. I was torn. I hated him, but at the same time, my mother always taught me to forgive, but how could I forgive the monster that practically ripped my soul in half?It was an awkward elevator ride that felt like an eternity. Holden stood beside me, and both of us were looking forward at the plain steel door, anxiously waiting for the elevator to arrive to the main floor.He fidgeted his hands anxiously as the numbers ticked down. "Leave the red headed bitch to me, get to Diana first," he muttered under his breath.I annoyingly rolled my eyes in his direction. "I think I know what I'm doing..."He smirked, "Is that how you talk to your pack?""You think this is a good time to be making jokes?!""As my father would say, 'a good joke goes along way before the slaughter'.""Wasn't it you, doing the slaughtering? Jokes come easy when you're the winning side."He scoffed and nodded his
Blackness.Time was intangible.That's all there was.I was wondering in space, aimlessly walking around in nothingness.Was this the afterlife? Was my soul in limbo? Was this really my fate in the end?Her voice was still there, but how could that be? Do I still have a connection to the real world?"I'll love you forever, in this world, and the next. You can rest now, we'll be ok.""We'll be ok.""We'll be ok.""We'll be ok."No, No, No. They won't be ok...They'll never be ok. Diana will never be safe, nor my children as long as those bastards were still breathing. They went against nature. They are not werewolf, but a manifestation of pure evil, allowing jealously, greed, and power to consume their minds. Of course we all can fall victim to our desires, but to turn against your family, and your pack, goes against what a werewolf was.Loyalty was a rarity these days and I was sick and tired of it.The darkness was brief, and also a curious end. I thought this would be different, or m
Diana:He's not dead.He's not deadHE'S NOT DEAD!HE'S NOT DEAD!I kept repeating those words in my head in a panic, but I couldn't sense his heartbeat. He hasn't moved from the floor since he initially collapsed.His life was fading away faster than I could breathe in air.After realizing what happened, I froze, unable to comprehend what was happening.My brother and Damian were both lifeless on the ground. They both came here to save me, and I couldn't do a damn thing to save them.Tears were pouring down my cheeks, and throat was so tight I couldn't bare to breathe again, but I had to do something.We were heading towards the doorway as Aria, Aaron and the others stood silently, watching us make our exit. My arms were tightly wrapped around Loki's neck, and my legs were too weak to walk, but I felt a new power within me, giving me the strength to go back.I looked up to Loki, "Let me say goodbye."He stopped his pace and sighed heavily, "Luna..." He looked back to Damian on the fl
Damian:Time was going in slow motion.The plunger slowly pushing into her neck by Aaron's finger.The tears falling down her face as she watched me hold myself back in fear.Then, in a split second, it was Adam lunging forward to stop Aaron.As for me, I was frozen. I was too late to call Adam off, and by the time he lunged forward, one of his own men who also occupied the room shot him straight in the chest.Before I could even call out his name his body already hit the floor. There was no blood, but I could hear him struggling to breathe. We were wearing armour, but silver at close range could penetrate into our skin.Diana's eyes lit up as she watched her brother's body twitch for life on the floor."Adam!!" She struggled more in his arms but was too afraid of the syringe still protruding from her neck.My jaw clenched tightly together, "YOU TRAITOROUS BASTARD! YOUR WORSE THAN A ROUGE, YOU'RE A FILTHY RAT!" My hands were shaking as I tried my best to contain my beast who was ready
Damian:We climbed down three more floors to the twenty first and not a soul was seen. There were countless empty beds, and rooms, clearly evacuated from previous patients. Remnants of patients' belongings littered each floor, telling Adam and I that everyone left in such a rush they never had the time to pick up anything. Purses, bags, clothes, and even food trays were left to turn cold.I wondered if this was all Holden's doing. Did he really evacuate an entire hospital for Diana?"There's something wrong, it's too quiet, and not a word from Eric or Aaron." Adam was losing his patience, kicking a tray full of fruit and soup to splatter across the empty hallway.I followed a rogue cherry that travelled near my foot, then looked backed to Adam who was breathing heavily. "We still need to be sharp, don't lose your cool. We're getting closer, I can smell her.""I can too... I just don't understand why this entire building is empty."Among all the fruit Adam knocked over, there was somet