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DAYA POV The last 12 hours have been indescribable. I lie. I can describe it all, but I will only make myself blush by replaying it in my head. I have never felt so connected to another person. I don’t regret spending the night…and parts of the morning, with Darius. I still get small shocks of tingles and sparks up my body when I think about him. The full moon is the day after tomorrow and I still don’t know what I want to do. I know I want Darius, but the fear of the plague has me hesitant to accept the actual mate bond. Darius and I spoke about it between our bouts in his bedroom and letting our wolves run together. ***The previous evening*** “What’s running through that beautiful head of yours, Troublemaker?” His nickname no longer frustrates me, the exact opposite. It excites me. I clench my thighs together at the sound of his deep voice, which rumbles from his chest. “Mmm, nothing that can’t wait,” I reply in a breathy whisper. I don’t want to kill the mood by bringing u
DARIUS POV Last night was amazing. Daya and I connected in ways I never imagined. We didn’t just have sex. We promised ourselves to each other. We spoke about our future. I haven’t thought about my future since Calvin died. Since losing him, I’ve lived day to day, checking boxes, completing tasks, and trying to hold myself together for the good of my pack. Now, with Daya, I feel like I have a purpose again. Not that my pack wasn’t a purpose to live, but over time, I resented my role as Alpha because I had to do it, it was never a choice for me to make, or a choice I had time to process. One minute, I was the carefree younger brother of Alpha Calvin Barnett, the next, my brother was dead, and I was the new Alpha. How can I love a role that was never mine to have, not in this way at least? But Daya, fuck. She sees me. I think as an alpha female and older sister, she understands the pressure I experience. She also doesn’t stroke my ego like other she-wolves. Daya calls me out on my
DAYA POV I saw red. More specifically, I saw pink. A hot pink sports bra, with giant boobs spilling out, forcing everyone’s eyes to them like beacons. I don’t remember shifting, my wolf took control as jealousy and rage, fueled her. The need to show this bitch that Darius is mine is my only thought. I was mid-air, my claws out, ready to rip into her perfect skin and delicate body. I feel myself being jolted back by some unknown force. I hit the ground behind me and realize that Darius had grabbed me by the scruff and yanked me back before I could do anything. Why would he stop me? Did he still have feelings for Mara? My wolf whimpered at the thought. I didn’t want to show weakness in front of all these wolves. I thrashed, trying to shake him off me, but he continued to pin my wolf down. I didn’t realize how strong Darius was until this moment. “Shift!” He growls out to me, pushing his Alpha aura out. I smirk, knowing his command will not work on me, since I am an Alpha female.
DARIUS POV I don’t know what to believe, or who to believe, anymore. Justin was one of my closest friends. We grew up together. We helped each other through some of the shittiest times of our lives. He became one of the best warriors in the pack and earned his spot as lead trainer. I have no idea when he lost his way and resented me so much. Mara. I thought she was obsessed with becoming Luna and having power. Maybe she still is, and somehow Justin convinced her to join him. And Daya? Is she even really my mate? Has this all been a lie? She has always kept me at a distance and hesitant to be with me. Justin was the one who found her and brought her here. She disrespected me on her first night here. She lived next door to Justin this entire time. Are they chosen mates? Everything is too much of a coincidence for me to trust any of it. I am overwhelmed. Overwhelmed by anger, betrayal, loss, pain. You name it, I’m feeling it. And Daya is right there, still trying to convince me I c
MARA POV “Bring her to the cells.” It was music to my ears to hear Darius speak those words. I hid behind the tree line and kept my scent masked. I just needed to make sure that fight wasn’t an act on his part. I need to ensure he truly hated her. I hate her. This is exactly how it was supposed to go. He was always supposed to be mine. I have been in love with Darius since I can remember; before he was even Alpha. I was on my own for so long and Darius was always so nice to me. ***Flashback 13 years ago*** “Marianna, make sure you’re wearing your black dress. We have to leave soon sweetie.” My Aunt Stella called out to me from downstairs. I was in my room, hiding under the covers. My mom is her sister…was her sister. My mom got that bad sickness that so many other wolves were dying from. I didn’t think she would get it because Daddy hasn’t lived with us in a while, but Mommy said he would come back one day. I thought mommies and daddies had to live together to get sick. I was
DAYA POV “Hey! Let us out! We haven’t done anything wrong! Fucking assholes!” “Amy, stop yelling. Nobody is listening to us. Save your energy.” “Sorry, I’m not willing to just roll over and be held captive like you, Emmy. Maybe you’re into bondage, but not me.” “Chill out Amy! We are in this together. We all told Daya we would be here with her no matter what. This is the no matter what.” “Saph is right. Can we just calm down and wait for Daya to wake up? I wish they would take those chains off her. Is she going to be okay, Saph?” “Yea, Pearl. She’s going to be fine. I’ll try and wake her again.” “No need. I’m awake. Hard not to sleep with you four squawking at each other.” I roll over, facing my sisters in the opposite cell. I flinch as the silver chains shift around my wrists and ankles, burning untouched parts of my skin. At least they had the kindness to give me a long shirt, so I didn’t have to stay naked after my fight with Darius. I hate him for putting my sist
DARIUS POV Scraps of paper are flying all around me. Splintered furniture is scattered all over the floor. Dust particles from the wall being punched repeatedly fill the air. My office is no longer a quiet sanctuary; it is a portal of chaos and fury. I can’t stop. I need to destroy everything. If I stop, I will feel everything. Images and brief memories threaten to invade my mind. Stolen glances with Daya. I punch a wall to forget. Holding her in my arms and feeling those wonderful sparks. I slam a chair down on the floor. Hearing her laugh while we run through the woods together. I scream and roar to drown out her beautiful voice. I don’t even hear Lucas creep into my office. “Darius, you have to stop!” He shouts to me. I don’t know how long I’ve been in self-destruct mode. I reach for a photo of Calvin that made its way onto the floor. I clutch it tightly in my hand and bring my arm back, ready to smash it against the wall. Before I can release the picture frame, I feel
DAYA POV “Daya?! What’s wrong? Is it the chains?” Pearl asks in a complete frenzy. I am unable to answer as my body is wracked with intense pleasure and surges of energy. My wolf is pressing forward, trying to take control. But the silver in the chains is forbidding the shift and causing her pain. It’s a crazy see-saw of pain and pleasure I’m experiencing. “What the fuck?” I hear Amy’s confusion as well. I almost want to laugh at her response. But all my focus is on trying to placate my wolf. She is battling me for control, even more, this second full moon, unwilling to not have the mate bond confirmed. “Amy, Pearl, relax. She is okay. Sort of. It’s a full moon. The mate bond is manifesting again. It will be like this all night until the moon is gone,” Amy says solemnly. I turn away from my sisters, facing the cold, concrete wall. I can’t bear to see them pitying me in this state. I have officially hit the lowest point in my life- bound in silver chains, in a dungeon, sufferi
Sage POV I wake up with a throbbing headache again. I’ve been running through the forest for several days now. Part of me regrets leaving that small hospital. I never asked anyone where I was or how I got there. I assume that I was kidnapped since I didn’t recognize anything. Everything is a jumbled mess. I try to sleep at night, but flashes of what I can only assume are my memories, flicker through my mind. The sun is beginning to rise over the trees. As much as I’m afraid about being out in the forest all alone, there is a sense of calm from being in nature. I vaguely remember being younger and running through the woods. Why can’t I remember anything? Do I have family looking for me? No. Obviously not. Or else they would have been in that hospital room waiting for me to wake up. A part of me keeps saying to turn back, that there is something, or maybe someone, waiting for me. I just have to accept that I’m alone. I continue walking, enjoying the sound
DAYA POV I am speechless. I have no words. Not only is the ring gorgeous, but his words are extraordinary. Alpha Luna? Is that even a thing? Nobody has ever shared an Alpha title before. Just when I thought that Darius couldn’t be more perfect, he proves me wrong again. He is truly willing to share his title with me. I feel a little guilty for shoving him before, but what did he expect me to do? I thought he was making a mockery of me and our bond in front of the entire pack. What a sneaky guy. I’m going to have to teach him a lesson later for that. I realize that I have not said anything in some time and Darius is still down on one knee, waiting for my response. “It would be my honor, Alpha,” I say without hesitation. I extend my fingers on my left hand for him and, without taking his eyes off mine, he slides the beautiful ring onto my finger. A black diamond- he knows me well. Darius places a kiss on my ring finger and rises to his feet. The entire pack is cheering and sc
DARIUS POV I’m standing on the platform, overlooking the entire party. My pack members are all so happy and enjoying the evening. Lucas and Aurelian are standing next to me. I’m wringing my hands together, feeling them getting clammy. I try shaking them out to dry them. I don’t want Daya to touch my hands and feel how gross they are. “Relax, Alpha. Your mate is coming,” Lucas says reassuringly. I never asked him what his views are on finding a mate. I have seen him talking with some she-wolves here and there, but nothing serious. He and Emmy have been spending a lot of time together. I’ll have to ask him if there is anything going on there. They’re so similar, they would probably be a good fit. The chattering amongst the pack members quiets down and I look up and see her- my warrior goddess. The woman who slowly broke down my walls and has become a new pillar of strength for me. She is flanked by her sisters as they make their way through the crowd. She stops and greets diff
DARIUS POV Two Weeks Later The full moon came and went. We never celebrated with a festival. Too many of my pack members were fearful that the full moon has become a bad omen. Following the attack from the Forza Pack, and Lyle’s death, nobody wanted to celebrate. I was disappointed, but I understood everyone’s concern. We had a funeral for Lyle. Logan and Leslie were distraught. Especially Logan. He is filled with so much guilt. I wasn’t there, but Daya told me Logan snapped at Lyle before the Forza Pack attacked. He feels responsible for his brother’s death. As does Leslie. Lyle died saving her. I understand that guilt, having lost Calvin in the same way. Richard recommended a grief counselor, or even instating a pack therapist. We all have been through significant trauma. It’s werewolf nature to deal with pain and keep your head up and drive on. We forget that we are also part human. It makes sense that having someone to talk to during difficult times would be beneficial. Ri
DAYA POV The rest of us spring into action and shift, joining Lyle by the tree line. ‘I’m on my way! How many?’ Darius’ voice comes through the link. ‘I can’t tell! At least twenty! They don’t smell like rogues!’ I tell him. The attacking wolves don’t hesitate. They leap out from the trees and come at us. Logan and Leslie are the first to defend their brother. The rest of us are not far behind. Darius’ orders come through the mindlink. ‘Do your best not to kill! We take as many prisoners as we can!’ Fearing for my sisters’ safety, I focus on keeping them away from harm. ‘Amy get back!’ I yell to her through the link. ‘I can fight! Let me help!’ She shouts back angrily, her small, brown wolf shaking out her fur. It’s not helping her seem intimidating. ‘No! Go help bring silver chains so we can keep these wolves subdued!’ I order her. Her wolf storms off in the other direction. She is just not a skilled enough fighter. I refuse to put her a
DAYA POV One minute, I’m hitting a punching bag, imagining it’s Darius’ face. The next, I’m letting him mark me. I have no regrets. The moment Darius’ teeth connected with my skin I felt our bond snap together. I saw his entire life flash before my eyes. I saw all that he has lost. I felt all his pain. I finally understand why my parents never resented the Moon Goddess for the plague. I can feel every emotion Darius has. I know him. He knows me. Being this connected to another person is scary, and exhilarating. I haven’t heard anyone talk about these things with a chosen mate bond. Nobody has mentioned the sparks and tingles every time their chosen mate touches them…kisses them. And I’ve never heard anyone talk about absorbing their chosen mate’s memories when they complete their bond. I used to think werewolves were superior to humans because of our enhanced senses, our strength, and speed. And, yea, obviously, the whole shifting into a majestic animal is in
DARIUS POV As my pack members’ voices filled the outdoor space with cheers and applause, I could feel through the bond that Daya was not sharing in their feelings of excitement. I sensed her emotions were pinging between shock, annoyance, hesitation, uncertainty, and anger. Yea. I should have spoken to her about this beforehand. There wasn’t time. A few young kids ran up to us. One small girl took Daya’s hand. Little Phoebe is only five years old, with wavy black hair and big brown eyes that are almost too big for her head. She looks like a cartoon character. Daya looks down at this small girl. “I can’t wait to have a Luna. Especially one as pretty and brave as you. I’m going to be a warrior when I get older too!” Phoebe flexes her small arms, which are void of any muscle tone. And she grits her teeth together and lets out a growl, or what I think was supposed to be a growl. I can’t help but smile at her cuteness. I feel Daya’s emotions change through the bond. Gratitude
DAYA POV Justin’s trial created a ripple effect of change over the next week. Darius meant it when he told his pack things needed to change. He took a suggestion from me and Aurelian that all pack members should receive basic training in the event of future attacks. Of course, not everyone will be on the warrior squad, but Darius agreed that every pack member should have basic fighting skills for whenever Bram, or rogues, attack again. But that’s not all that has changed, Darius announced that he wants to increase security measures. He wants to create a tech team to bring Running River Pack into the twenty-first century. This pack is definitely more of a blue-collar, get-your-hands-dirty, type of pack. Which is great and all. But there is so much technology available that can better protect everyone and alleviate the strain on the warriors who run patrols. Warrior training has just wrapped up for the day and we are all making our way over to the packhouse for another all-p
DARIUS POV I’m buttoning up a black dress shirt as I hear the shower turn off. I peer into the bathroom and see Daya’s reflection in the mirror as she steps out of the shower. Her tan and muscular body is still wet. I catch a glimpse of her perfect ass before she wraps a towel around her naked form. Damn it! I look down and I’m already hard just from looking at her. I haven’t admitted this to Daya, but since she marked me, my desire to have sex, and bury myself deep inside her, has skyrocketed. We have been having plenty of sex now that she moved in, but I’m always hungry for more. It feels so good to have her next to me every night. It seems so natural for us. I don’t know what changed for Daya, but she has been more open with me. I’m hesitant to bring up the conversation of marking her. I don’t want to scare her and risk all the progress our relationship has made. She steps out of the bathroom and rakes her eyes over me. I don’t know if she did it on purpose, but she li