Judge Jackson knocked on my window, slowly taunting me. “Imani,” he sang. “I don’t want to go.”“Unfortunately, my dear, you don’t have a choice. Get out, or I’ll force you out, and I promise you won’t like that. “You just want to experiment on me,” I argued. He chuckled like a villain, showing off his wide smile and pointed incisors. “Breeders aren’t known to be the most intelligent, but I thought you were different, Imani. Now, let’s discuss this like reasonable adults. Now, why would I spend thousands of dollars taking you shopping, only to experiment, torture, and possibly kill you?”Well…when you put it like that….I unbuckled my seatbelt right as Judge Jackson unlocked the car door. He held out his hand and expected me to accept it. “If you could unlock the door the whole time, then why didn’t you?”“Because everyone has a choice,” he answered.“Correction; Breeders do not have choices.”“Oh, you girls most certainly had choices. You all were just too chicken shit to take th
We ran through some basic tests. Dr. Hemsworth checked my heart and lungs with his stethoscope, checked my eyes with an annoying flashlight pen that made me blink several times afterward. All I could see were white spots that I attempted to scrub away with the back of my hand. He proceeded to check my ears, followed by my reflexes by hitting my kneecaps with a small mallet. “So far, so good,” Dr. Hemsworth announced, causing Judge Jackson to roll his eyes. I had glanced at Judge Jackson frequently during the examination. For some reason I was looking for reassurance from him–a glimmer of– “everything will be okay.” But why? I can’t trust Judge Jackson as far as I can throw him. For all I know, I’ll never leave this white examination room. “Oh, I forgot to mention that she doesn’t have a wolf,” Judge Jackson said in a tone that indicated how bored he already was of the conversation. Dr. Hemsworth shot Judge Jackson an incredulous look. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think I heard what I t
“I’ll step out so you can dress in this gown.”“I-is there a female nurse that will be involved in my tests?”Dr. Hemsworth looked to Judge Jackson before looking back at me. “I’m sorry, Imani, but no one else can know about this; therefore, I can’t have a female nurse in here with us. However, Judge Jackson will be staying.”“I have work to do,” Judge Jackson interrupted.“As did I before you came in here with this latent wolf conundrum. It looks like we’ll all be making sacrifices tonight. Imani? We’ll step out to give you a moment to change.”I waited an entire minute before I began to disrobe. I was afraid of what tests had to be done, but I was also relieved that I could possibly have a wolf and was purebred all along!But that begged the question. Was it possible that there were other girls who possibly had latent wolves but were unjustly killed? Another thought sent a shiver down my spine. Had I not wandered from the group and ran into Judge Jackson, I would’ve been killed the
Judge JacksonI glared at the young woman who peacefully slept in the hospital bed beside me after a long afternoon and evening of testing. I was shocked by her willingness to participate, and suspected more whining and crying, yet, she didn’t drop a single tear. Good. Crying is an annoyance I don’t have the patience to deal with. I have bigger matters to consider, like if it’s possible I’ve killed thousands of innocent people.Imani shifted in the bed, throwing her arm over her head as she snored softly. I checked my watch and knew Dr. Hemsworth would barge in and wake her from her peaceful slumber. She needs to eat.I rose from the chair that doubled as my bed for the evening and stretched until my bones creaked. I passed the foot of her bed and double backed when I noticed her foot had popped out from underneath the blanket. Swiftly, I returned it before exiting the room. I punched in my code to the outside of the room to ensure no one could enter or exit beside me. I entered t
ImaniI remained silent as Judge Jackson drove us back to his cabin.I stared at the passing scenery, still in awe of the outside world. For the first time in my existence, I felt peace. I had a wolf; I wouldn’t be killed.I could sleep without keeping one eye open. I snuck a glance at Judge Jackson, and I feared if he gripped the steering wheel any tighter that it would crumble under the pressure.It was determined that Dr. Hemsworth would collect blood work from me once a week to follow my “progression,” and to see if he could predict when my wolf would make her appearance. Dr. Hemsworth was sworn to secrecy about my condition, and he promised not to tell a single soul.Judge Jackson hadn’t spoken since then. We arrived to the cabin, and I wasn’t surprised when he made a beeline to his office and slammed the door behind him. “What a child,” I mumbled before entering my bedroom. Unlike him, I silently closed the door behind me. I perked up when I saw all of my clothing purchases fr
ImaniI sat on the bed against the headboard with my new, sleek cell phone and chrome laptop. I never thought in my wildest dreams that I’d have access to these technological devices. I wasn’t even sure how to work them. It would’ve been helpful if Judge Jackson would’ve left me with a manual.I tilted the phone to the side and used what little knowledge I had from watching my supervisors to activate the phone. It brought me to black screen with the time and date, along with a message that said, “Good morning, Imani.”I browsed through the phone, scrolling through the various screens and applications until I found the one that led to the Internet. I could’ve looked up anything, anything at all, but my curiosity led to me looking up Judge Jackson.At first, everything appeared normal. There was a picture of him in full regalia. Those cold, icy eyes were empty, yet they penetrated me through the screen. I could almost hear him chastising me, and saying my name in that frigid tone that m
ImaniThe pack where Judge Jackson lived could only be described as beautiful. With the exception of Judge Jackson’s homey cabin, all the homes were grandiose—some were even mansions with gates that kept others out and sprawling green grass and gardens. I did not envy the shifters who lived in the mansions one bit. I enjoyed Judge Jackson’s cabin in the woods. It was quaint, quiet, and peaceful.“Breeder!” a man called out.I stopped in my tracks and turned to address the man. He was a nobleman I recognized from the Breeding Ceremony. He’d chosen the most beautiful breeder from Breeder Group A—Amber. I wasn’t fond of Amber.Well, saying I’m not fond of her is an understatement. I detest her.Because Amber was beautiful and everyone with eyes knew she would be in Breeder Group A, she looked down on girls who would most likely end up in the bottom groups and refused to speak with us.My mouth dropped as they came closer. The girl had a black leather collar around her neck that was attac
Imani“We need to get out of here,” I said, looking for a window to escape out of. To my dismay, I couldn’t find one.What was I thinking?“Hey, Amber. Did you hear me? We need to get out of here.”I turned to face her, and my face scrunched up in confusion. While I was looking for an escape route, she’d changed her dress into a see-through one that left very little to the imagination. Her nipples poked through the fabric and her pubic region was clearly shaved and on display. Her private areas weren’t the only thing on display. Bruises and scars riddled her pale skin—some were old, and some were fresh. I’d say they were as recent as yesterday—quite possibly today.“Put this on,” she instructed, extending a matching dress to me.“I’m…I’m not wearing that.”“You have to,” she replied in a low, monotone voice. Her voice was no longer boisterous and loud like it was at Eden—it was demure and lifeless—a far cry from the young woman I knew from before.“I’m not wearing that,” I repeated.“
ImaniHe didn’t say what I think he said…did he? Please, Goddess, tell me he didn’t say that he marked me.“I-I’m sorry. Can you repeat that?”“I marked you,” he responded plainly.“Without my consent? We talked about this.”“It was in the heat of the moment,” he tried explaining.“But what about the ramifications?” I asked, trying to break through to him.He leaned in and whispered in my ear, “How is anyone going to know?”His fingers trailed beneath the water and wrapped around my thigh. He propped my leg up, giving me a view of his mark. It was raised against my flesh, resembling a fang.“What do you think?” he asked hesitantly as I traced the mark with a finger. I could hear the uncertainty in his voice—a subtle fear that I would disapprove of his mark.“It’s unique,” I whispered. He snorted, and I relaxed against his chest. “It’s a good thing,” I insisted.“You’re unique,” he said, reminding me that we still needed to get to the bottom of what I was.“You were going to shoot me,”
ImaniI lay on the bed, soaking wet from the shower, yet Jackson didn’t seem to mind. His gaze roved over me hungrily, and mine did the same. He…was…glorious. And there wasn’t an inch of sculpted muscles that I didn’t want to touch and taste. I could still taste him on my tongue—rich, salty, and delicious.He climbed on the bed, hovering over me briefly before capturing my lips with his. The kiss was soft and delicate, and as much as I appreciated his care and gentleness, my heat was threatening to engulf me.“Jack, I need you,” I said, whimpering as another pulsing heat shot through me. He gazed into my eyes and it was then I realized the brilliant blue had shifted to black.He nodded and said, “Forgive me now if I can’t control myself.”“What?” I asked incredulously.“Say you forgive me,” he pleaded, smoothing away the hair that clung to my forehead.“I-I forgive you.”He kissed my forehead and wedged himself between my thighs. I felt him long and hard as he nudged at my entranced.
Jackson“J-Jackson, what are you doing?” she stammered, pressing herself against the shower wall. She was scared to death, but so was I.I watched in horror as steam rose from her flesh. My worst nightmare had come true. I allowed myself to develop feelings for Imani against my better judgment, and now I had to put her down.How cruel of the Moon Goddess to curse us with this affliction. Haven’t we suffered enough?“You’re…you’re mutating,” I whispered. I switched the gun to my opposite hand, hoping the shaking would stop, but it only worsened.“Jackson…put the gun away…please. I’m not mutating. I think it’s my heat,” she said, pleading for her life.“That’s what you would say to stay alive.”She closed her eyes, and I couldn’t tell if the liquid that rolled down her cheeks was tears or the water from the shower head.I tensed when I heard my wolf’s voice in my head.Rowan: Breed her.Jackson: Are you fucking mad?Rowan: She’s not mutating. It’s as she said.Jackson: It’s her heat?Ro
ImaniI woke to a pounding headache and Mary sitting in a chair beside my bed. “Goddess, you’re finally up,” she rushed out, relocating to the edge of the bed. “How long was I out?”“Maybe twenty minutes. How are you feeling?”“I have an headache,” I admitted, touching the back of my head. I hissed when my fingers made contact and jerked my hand back.“I’ll get you some aspirin,” Mary said, leaving for the bathroom. She rummaged around the medicine cabinet before returning with a glass of water and two white pills. I took the painkillers and prayed they’d have an immediate affect. “Imani… Max didn’t mean to hurt you,” she said almost pleadingly. I winced and settled further against the pillows as she continued to hurl apologies at me. “I’m sorry, Mary, but I’m not in really in the mood for talking. I accept your apologies, but I wish to be alone.”I felt a sharp pang in my chest when Mary’s face fell. The guilt on her soft features was overwhelming. “Hey,” I said, reaching out to
JacksonMax gazed at me hopefully before asking, “You will?”I nodded sullenly. “I will.”“Why?”“Your mate is pregnant. Your instincts will want you to be near her at all times. Worst case scenario, you’ll become distracted and make mistakes and you might not return. We can’t let that happen.”Max smirked. “You’re not fooling me. With me gone, you wouldn’t have anyone to have your back.”“Two things can be true at once,” I insisted. “I’m at a lost, Max. Tell me why you’re willing to risk your livelihood and status?”He snorted derisively. I observed him carefully as he swirled the whiskey in his glass gently. He looked like a man backed into a corner with no way to escape–a man on a tall ledge, staring dow at the long drop in trepidation. “Your question is rhetorical; you’re asking questions you already know the answer to.”“I wish I had all the answers, but I don’t. You need to get to talking because as it stands, I am your superior, and keeping your secret would give the Elders
ImaniMy eyes widened from Mary’s revelation. Pregnant?“Oh…Mary,” I whispered, bending down to embrace her in a hug. “When did you find out?”“This morning, actually. We were so excited and then Max received a voice mail from Judge Jackson informing him that he needed to take his place on this mission.”“I’m so happy for you, Mary. When are you going to register your pregnancy?”An uncomfortable feeling seeped into my bones when Mary’s face paled. She stood on shaky legs and pulled me to my walk in closet, closing the door behind us. “I have to tell you something. But you have to promise not to say anything. You can’t even tell Judge Jackson,” she whispered. “Can you do that?” I gulped around the large knot that formed in my throat, preparing myself for the worst. I licked my dry lips before nodding. “I need you to say it,” she hissed.“I won’t say anything,” I rushed out.“Not even to Judge Jackson,” Mary repeated.“I won’t say anything…not even to Jackson.”She glanced at me ster
Imani“Are you hiding from me, Little Lamb? I strongly advise against it. You can’t hide what’s mine.”His words left me breathless and painfully aroused. Mine…I like being his. His massive hands gripped my knees, and I licked my bottom lip in anticipation. He puts gentle pressure on them, and they part on his demands.“Just…like…that…Little Lamb,” he whispered hoarsely from above. He teased me like I knew he would, skirting his fingers over my trembling flesh. I jolted when he grasped my right thigh painfully. My brows furrowed, and I squirmed anxiously as his thumb sank into the muscle. “Jack–”“Shhhh,” he shushed. I clamped my mouth shut and waited for it all to be over. He removed his hand after a few seconds, leaving behind a bruise that was already forming. “Right there,” he murmured, gently prodding the bruise. My breath caught when he lowered himself again–his face eye level with my heat. I shuddered when he flattened his tongue against my inner thigh and gave it a lavish l
JacksonHer eyes widened cartoonishly after my declaration. She was shocked and hadn’t expected me to put my foot down in such a manner, but Dr. Hemsworth proved to me that he couldn’t be trusted. “B-but I like working at the prison. Won’t you reconsider?”“You can find employment elsewhere. In fact, I have an opening for a secretary.”Not really, butg she doesn’t need to know that.“You just made that up.”“You can either work as my secretary, or you can stay home, drink champagne and eat chocolates while watching racy television shows like your friend Mary. There’s no need to answer right now. You have 48 hours to decide. For now, we have more pressing matters to discuss.”“Such as?”Such as why you rejected me and stomped on my heart. Goddess, this woman is making me emotional. “You expressed that you didn’t want to be marked; however, due to the recent events, I think you should reconsider.”“Okay.”“It’s in your best–wait…okay?”“Okay,” she replied nonchalantly, raising my susp
ImaniI clutched my stomach with one hand and held Jackson’s hand with the other. My grip lacked firmness, but Jackson more than made up for it. Despite his crushing grip, his hold was comforting and gave me strength with every passing second. “Tell me what to do,” he whispered. His voice came out low and pleading and it made my rapidly beating heart tinge with sadness because I didn’t know how to help him. “I’m cold,” I whispered. He pressed the back of his hand against my forehead and frowned. “You’re burning up.”“I don’t feel like it.”“I’ll get you some more blankets,” he said, finally leaving my side. I closed my eyes and breathed steadily, praying to the Moon Goddess that relief wasn’t far off. Dr. Hemsworth had given me the shot, and it seemed to work almost immediately. My heat had receded and we’d went back to normal. Thirty minutes later, I had broken out in a sweat and was doubled over in pain. My vision blurred, and the next thing I knew, I was staring up at the glar