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ElliotThe pain had dulled to an ache, but the bruises on my ribs made every breath a careful, measured thing.It had been days since that time with Zara, and since the dream, but the terror of both still clung to me like sweat. And now, here I was, nestled within a pack of werewolves.A month ago, and I wouldn't have believed they were even real.I kept my head down as I walked across the clearing, pulling my jacket tighter against the cold air that seeped through the trees.Most of the werewolves here barely glanced at me, yet their silence spoke the words they wouldn't say.Or the words Damien told me already.I was a human. I didn't belong here."Hey." A rough voice stopped me, breaking my concentration on staying out of everyone’s way.I looked up to see the Alpha, his eyes dark. Alpha Jaxon. He didn't look that much older than Damien, maybe a few years close to thirty, but his eyes spoke like someone who had seen everything the world had to offer."Good morning." I mumbled, shif
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Elliot. He could have made the search easy for me. But that wasn't Damien. I ran through the camp, pulling hard on the tug between us, willing it to guide me to him. Every sound seemed sharper tonight. Every shadow . And everyone around a suspect. My heartbeat thundered in my ears. I did not do my best to save Damien just to have two overgrown wolves kill him just because he brought me here. "Damien!" I called out, not caring if someone else heard me. If they were capable of helping me find him, I would make sure they helped. I pushed past tents and scattered fires, feeling eyes watching me from inside. Judging. I wasn't safe here. Never had been. I finally spotted him, standing alone near a cluster of trees as the edge of camp. His back was turned, shoulders slumped as he stared into the darkness. He gave no indication that he felt my presence. "Damien!" I staggered to a stop, catching my breath. "We have to go." He turned, his hazel eyes narrowing in confusion. "El
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Damien. I had seen Elliot mad at me before, but this... This was a whole other level. I couldn't shake the way he looked at me when I pulled him through the trees and away from camp. His face was tight with anger, his footsteps quick and sharp on the earth. He kept sparing glances at me, as if he was waiting for something I wasn't ready to say. Fucking Markus. Fucking Raph. How dare they? After everything I had done to help, after everything I gave... My wolf stirred within me. Restless. "You're losing him." "I know." I was exhausted at this point. I had been ready to let Elliot go, save him from the danger that came from being my mate. Someone was going to kill him because of me one day. If it hadn't been Zara, then it might be an ambush from the werewolves who hated my guts, or from Asher himself. Whenever he found me. I could feel my wolf pacing within me, frustrated and confused. He had wanted to come out, to fight to keep Elliot alive. But I stopped him.
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Elliot.The minute we got to the cabin, I felt like I could breathe again.Though barely.There was no one behind me or by my side who hated my guts just because I was a human. Or worse, a human mated to a werewolf.Questions burned within me, but for once, I didn't see the need to chase answers.I wanted this, just this.Damien and me, standing in my living room, trying to act like everything was... normal.Like we hadn't almost gotten killed by Markus and Raph hours ago.Like Damien hadn't questioned me when I told him we should leave."You hungry?" Damien asked, tossing his shoes by the door."Starving." My voice came out softer than I meant.There was tension between us. Heavy like a coiled spring, ready to snap. I wanted to reach out and close the space between us, but instead, I turned toward the kitchen. I heard Damien's footsteps behind me as I rummaged through the fridge, pretending like I was seriously thinking about what to cook. "Let's see if you can make something that
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Elliot.The next morning came in a haze of soft, warm light filtering through the thin curtains.The world outside was quiet, as though it respected the fragile calm that was within me.Damien left earlier.Perhaps to do some light hunting or other werewolf stuff.It gave me time to let my fingers grazed where he had marked me last night. A reminder of the bond we had forged... another reminded that Damien and I were actually mates."One cannot mark someone who is not their mate." A line from the book jumped at me.I was lost in the sensation, the dull ache of the mark that seemed to reach deeper than the skin.My hand lingered there, pressing against the slight swell of soreness when the door opened, and in walked Damien, a wolfish smile tugging at his lips.His eyes drifted immediately to my hand resting on the mark."Does it hurt?" He asked, concern lacing his voice."A little," I admitted, trying not to sound too vulnerable. "But it's... manageable."He sat down on the edge of the
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Damien."Two weeks. No more."Frank's truck was actually not what I had expected. It wasn't a beat-up old thing that reeked of stale cigarettes and sweat.There weren't food wrappers and coffee mugs littered around.It was clean. Smelled like lavender with very comfortable seats.Which, in turn, made me very uncomfortable. But the moment Elliot slid into the driver’s seat, his hands curling around the steering wheel, I felt something strange... almost like I was where I was supposed to be.Frank had thrown the keys at him with a hard look, grumping. "Nothing should happen to it, Elliot. And if you dare extend this so-called break with a minute, I'll consider you as good as gone. I'm already hanging by a thread with the last break you took."He'd walked off with barely another word, but I hadn't missed the anger in his eyes when he glanced back at me.After all, I made him give Elliot his truck."Ready?" Elliot’s voice brought me back. He was watching me, eyebrows raised, as if he cou
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Damien.The moment we crossed into New York, I could feel the tension building in Elliot.His body had gone rigid beside me, his fingers clenched tightly into the fabric of his jeans.His face was drawn, mouth a thin line as he stared straight ahead, his eyes wide, darting from side to side like he couldn't keep up with everything.“Elliot.” I kept my voice calm, steady. “You okay?”His shoulders twitched, but he didn't answer, his eyes flicking to the blaring car horn, the flashing billboards, the sea of people moving like a torrent down the side walks.It was rush hour, and every sound seemed amplified.I could feel Elliot's pulse racing just by looking at him. "Damien," he finally whispered, voice trembling. "It's… it’s too much. It’s..."His words cut off as a siren blared behind us, and he clamped his hands over his ears, wincing. I watched his face go pale, his eyes glassy as he tried to steady himself.I was so glad we changed positions earlier when he complained of cramps."A
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Elliot."... a feminine mate."The room fell silent, except for the faint crackle of the fire in the corner. Five pairs of expectant eyes rested on me, waiting for my compliance."No." The words slipped out of my mouth easily, followed by a breathless laugh that was so bitter it tasted like ash on my tongue.The tall, silver-haired elder frowned. “No?” I took a step forward, keeping voice steady. "No, I won't take a feminine mate, not when I have a mate already," I shot a glance at Damien, whose eyes just widened in alarm. "One I love, one I cherish, and one I would gladly die for if the need came up."I suppressed the chuckle in me as the elders exchanged uneasy glances, their masks slipping away.Not what they expected eh."My mate is Damien Blackthorn," I declared, the words echoing through the room like thunder. "And you're going to have to live with that."...silence.Then another elder, a squat man with a pale complexion, was the first to break it. "Damien is still illegitimat
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Damien."Take it, and leave us alone."Asher practically snatched the crystal from my hand once he saw it, holding it aloft, those jagged edges slicked with blood staining his fingers.The crystal had this kind of eerie glow from within catching the sunlight and bringing some sort of sinister shadows across his face.He laughed, a cruel thing, slicing through the murmurs of the gathered crowd."Look at him," Asher sneered, turning to the elders, the guards, the pack. "The bastard my father should have drowned the moment he crawled out of his whore of a mother."My breath hitched, fury burning within me at those words.My mother wasn't a whore. She was just a victim of circumstances.He had no right.I stained against the silver shackles digging into my wrists, the metal scorching my skin, but the pain was nothing compared to the rage simmering in my veins."You've always been nothing, Damien," Asher continued, his words dripping with enough venom to wound me. "A stain on this pack fro
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Damien.One of the worst things that could happen to a person is the inability to move.I couldn't move.My body screamed at me to act, to hell, but the silver of the shackles continued to say every ounce of strength I had left. The room became a blur of chaos, the coppery taste of fresh blood mixing with the charred scent of burning torches.My mate... Elliot was a whirlwind of gold and fury, tearing through the guard with a savagery that made even my sick in the head brother stumble back a step.“Kill him!” Asher roared, his voice cracking in uncharacteristic panic. “Stop that beast!” The remaining guard hesitated, fumbling for his weapon as Elliot rounded on him. He didn't even stand a chance. A single swipe of massive claws opened him from collarbone to hip, and his scream of pain ended in a gurgle as he choked on his own blood while crumpling to the floor.This was a horrible place. The screaming elder, on the other hand, had pressed himself against the far wall, eyes wide wit
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Elliot.Fuck that little piece of nature.And why did it have to be so loud that it echoed louder than it should have in the unnatural stillness of this place. "Who's there?" Another guard echoed the first one words.They emerged from the shadows almost instantly... the three of them, moving like wolves who'd caught a scent. Their hands rested on their weapons–daggers strapped to their belts, one with a blade half-drawn. Running would be useless right now.Fiona stopped short, standing tall beside me as the nearest guard, a broad-shouldered man with a scar cutting from his temple to his jaw narrowed his eyes. These werewolves always seemed to be injured."Luna Fiona?" His voice was rough with disbelief, head tilting as he looked her over, eyes lingering on her dirt-streaked clothes.The second guard, a bit younger, exchanged a glance with the third. "What the hell are you doing here? And who..." his eyes flicked to me, then moved back to Fiona like I wasn't worth his time. "... who
