What does being rewarded by an Alpha look like?Raiden leads me to his office and offers me a seat. He’s staring at me through hooded green eyes. I should tell him that makes me uncomfortable but I know he’s doing it to intentionally make me nervous.I stare back but it’s impossible to hold his gaze. It would be disrespectful too. He saved me from death and I owe him a lot for that. He’s also let me stay in his pack without squeezing who I am from me. That’s more than what most Alphas in his position would do. If he’s trying to make me nervous, then maybe I should let him.”You can ask me two questions.”My eyes meet Raiden’s as he speaks each word carefully and precisely, “You can ask me any two questions you want and I'll answer them. I know you have some you’d like to ask.”He holds my gaze as I look for any sign of dishonesty on him, “I can ask about anything?”Raiden nods and I get the feeling he’s feeling bad about how he shut down my questions yesterday.”But I get to ask you
“What’s your second question?”I don’t think I want to ask any more right now. Raiden’s being so honest and open with me, while all I'm doing is not telling him the things he needs to know about me.I’m sitting in his office, hiding in his pack, and the only truthful thing I have told him about myself is my name and the fact that my parents are dead.”How did your parents die?”Raiden appears to silently brace himself again before he responds to me, “They were out on an expedition six years ago.”I settle into the seat and watch a tender light enter his eyes as he continues, “When I was four, my parents decided to become explorers. They developed an obsession in the dying werewolf culture.They wanted to find evidence of how the packs before us lived and thrived. I think they were more than obsessed with it actually. At the time, there was the talk of war between some of the packs. Most packs began to keep to themselves and my parents were trying to distract themselves from what that
I don’t think I've ever done this.I don’t think I even saw where my parents were buried. Looking at the headstones of Raiden’s parents makes me wonder what happened to mine. Were their bodies taken by their killers?Were they thrown into a ditch, or left to rot where they had died?Raiden is silent and the sunlight shining down on us makes warmth roll in through the air, but the heat isn’t sweltering, and even if it is, I don't mind. I think back on the memories of my parents and for the first time, I tell them how much I loved them.I tell them how much I still love them. I tell them that they were the biggest influences in my life and that the influence they had, it won’t be something I take for granted.I tell them that I'll take care of Raven, and that I'll love the child in my womb. I’ll love this child regardless of who his father is.I’ll love this child because the child is mine. This baby is ours, and the love they poured into me is the same love I will pour into my child.
Mor stares at me and I don't want to give her the satisfaction of rising to whatever she’s looking for right now.Mor and Mort grew up alongside me, both of them siblings I didn't have, but which I needed especially after the death of my parents.Mor should be my Beta. She’s the only child of her parents, my father’s Beta and his mate, but she refused. She insisted she had a brother who could do the job two times better.Still, sometimes she comes in like this, to interfere in my life and the pack. That’s why we all love her. “Tell me what exactly is happening between you and this stranger.”Her tone is cold and she says the last word with a note of disgust. I respond before I can stop myself, “She’s not a stranger.”Mor chuckles and it’s without mirth. There’s not a tone of warmth in the sound she makes, instead her tone dips even lower and colder as she goes on, “Isn’t she?What do we know about her, Raiden?””She’s not dangerous.”, Mor scoffs at my response and settles into the se
Mor refuses to respond to me or meet my gaze and I can feel anger building up in me, but I know her. I have for the past twenty years. She wouldn't say something like that without cause and she wouldn't say it if she didn't know of something that could make her think so."If you’re wondering why I'm looking away, it’s so you don’t feel too guilty after what I'm about to tell you, Raiden.”Her tone is lightly mocking, and I can't bring myself to smile because I refuse to simply think or believe what she’s saying.A spy in the pack?Who the fuck would want to spy on us? And why would they go through the trouble of making sure I found a woman about to be assassinated on my hunt in the woods just to do so? It doesn’t add up.”She’s not a spy.”“I don’t think you’ll feel that way after hearing what I have to say.”Mor’s eyes catch onto mine and they hold. A muscle tenses in my jaw as she opens her phone and hands it over to me. A simple text message and video are displayed. I read the mess
“You know what you have to do, right Raiden?”I don’t want to do anything. I know what she’s asking me to do, but I don't want to. Mor’s tone goes stone cold as she accuses, ”It’s your fault this is happening, Raiden. You let the alliance fall into the hands of an outsider and now we’re going to be forced into an alliance that will probably make us slaves.””I know that!”, Mor’s eyes don’t hold any kindness as she gets up, “Then do what needs to be done.”She leaves my office and it feels like a part of my heart has been wrung out. I know what I have to do, but I don't want to.I don’t want to believe Emery is actually a spy for the Redstones.But the video I've just seen makes this something that I can't ignore. It makes this something that is more than just about me and what I feel. The fate of everyone in my pack lies on my shoulders and I can't let anyone endanger us.Each step I take towards her room is like the banging of a gavel on my chest. I have to do what is best for my p
I get up and walk around the room the doctor is using as his office. What he said just now makes me feel weird. I mumble to myself as I graze the back of my fingers over a figurine sitting on the table, “I’m nothing special.”The way his head whips to me tells me he heard that and for a second, we share a locked gaze, but after that he turns away and focuses back on his work.I came here so I could know what’s happening to my baby and my body. It’s been more than two months. I should be going into my first…. what do they call it?”Here dear.”I turn to the doctor and see him handing me a small book. From the picture on the cover I can tell that it’s a pregnancy booklet. The woman softly cradling her belly has her eyes closed, but my focus really is on the mark someone has drawn over her protruded belly.“What does this mean?”The Tempest Doctor responds without even looking at me, “It’s nothing. Just one of the marks we use in the pack to differentiate the normal pregnancy books fr
There’s a stale silence between us and I fold my arms over my chest, refusing to give up or give in to his current attitude.Even now, he’s still not saying what’s wrong, just staring at me like he can’t decide if he wants to choke me or slam me against a wall. I know Raiden wouldn’t do that but I also doubt he likes my words very much.Still, I'm not backing down. Not when something is obviously wrong and he’s erecting a wall to make me the outsider.He wouldn’t have come to me if this didn’t concern me in some way. The least he can do is tell me what’s really going on.“Well?”I know I've pushed a button the moment a cloudy look settles on his face, “Well what?”The beginnings of a nasty temper take form in Raiden’s eyes. My heart slams in my chest but I ignore that fear and carry on, “Well what’s wrong? And don’t say nothing isn’t. I wasn’t born yesterday.”“Why should I tell you what’s wrong? Last time I checked this was my pack. I don’t share things about my pack with just anyone
The strange woman, Irene, doesn’t respond to any more of my questions as to who she is or why I've not heard of her in the duration of my stay here.I’ve lived in this pack for more than a month now and I haven't heard of anyone named Irene.Someone should have mentioned her. Bryce. Mort. Raiden.If they had a mind reading elder in their pack…. they could have used her on me the day i was brought here.”How are you sure they didn’t?”Her smile sends goosebumps skittering down the path of my arm but I shake my head, dispelling the fear that comes with her words and refusing to believe what she’s saying, “If Raiden already knew who I was there’s no reason he’d hide it from me.Raiden wouldn’t do that.”She holds my gaze and I hold hers, letting her see and know that I won't buy into little tricks and lies.If what she’s saying is true then it means all the time i’ve been here, i’ve been living a lie. It would mean Raiden does have another reason for keeping me here. He hasn’t given me a
I go farther into the Tempest pack forests because I won't cry anywhere they can see me.I feel so silly that tears are even dropping from my eyes but I don't understand what’s going on in my heart right now.And maybe it was the mean words about me being the reason someone killed themselves, or the meanness itself, but it’s hurt me.It hurts me with the kind of pain that makes swallowing hard and blurs my vision with tears.Wh…. What have I done to be hated like this?I haven’t even been on bad terms with Mor lately. I’ve done all I can to be a good person to her. To believe that she’s misjudged me and I, her, but the look I saw in her eyes…. like I'm something disgusting, worthless.My child is NOT a bastard. And even if I have nothing, I'm still the daughter of my parents. They might not be here right now, but they loved me. I didn’t come from nothing.Only the goddess knows if she’d be able to stand in front of me if my parents were still alive. She’s literally the mean girl of so
Raiden reads the letter in the privacy of his office, and I let him read it alone because the death of the person that left the letter is weighing too heavily on me for me to stand there and read it with him.I didn’t know her.I never knew her, yet she killed herself out of loyalty to this pack, and not out of betrayal. Raiden was right to look at me like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing when I was happy at her death.He’s a good Alpha. Has a good head on his shoulders and…. Thanks to Amanda we might have a fighting chance now.That’s if what’s in the letter is what I suspect it is.I head back to my room, but the room feels like the last place I want to be right now. My chest still feels cramped by more emotions than I can identify so I head back out.My mind can’t stop taking me back to the fact that her brother is in the clutches of people who used him as a tool to threaten her.He’s still with them, and I'm scared. Now more than ever. Because I realise how easy it would be
“Miss Emery, the Alpha is here.”I take away shaky hands from the rest of the letters we got from behind the wall and take a deep breath, because I don't know how to explain how I knew they were there.I just… felt they were.“Emery.”I raise my eyes to see Raiden staring at me. I gesture to the seven letters on the floor, each one of them now opened after they had been neatly tucked away behind that wall.Raiden stares at them and it takes me a while to find my voice but i do. I push aside the fear and confusion fighting a small battle in my head and focus on what’s at hand, “We found some more letters in the room. I felt like i had to come here because something wasn’t adding up.She would never have killed herself if she had family being held hostage and used as a means to control her. Her story of being attacked by rogues checks out, she admits to it in these letters.But she also says instead of being killed, she and her family were taken to a private facility where experiments w
The maids are giving me dirty looks as I make my way down the halls of the packhouse.I don’t smell, do i?I take a covert sniff of my clothes but there’s nothing out of the usual there.Why then would they be looking at me strangely?My mind mulls on that thought as I make my way down to the living quarters at the back of the packhouse building.Every pack’s packhouse is a relatively large building. It’s easily the largest building in every pack, and from the size of the Tempest pack’s packhouse, I can tell they were once a force to be reckoned with. Some of the rooms have been locked up and barred, living rooms that have no use anymore or cost too much to be maintained.The section of the packhouse i’m headed to is one Mor suggested i should be forced to live in a while ago.Raiden says they don’t have servants or slaves, they have paid help. Mor wanted me to live with the help.I would have liked to but Raiden insisted I was a prisoner of the pack and that I could easily escape if
“Looking for me?”Mort grins as he makes his way to my side and keeps pace with my particularly slow footsteps. I can’t think of anywhere i have to rush through right now, especially not after what i just heard in there. I shoot Mort a suspicious look as I ask, “Why are you happy?”The threat of the pack being taken from them looms closer every second and he’s wearing a smile. That’s not just odd, that’s suspicious.”You’re thinking something’s up with me aren’t you?”It doesn’t happen often that Mort reads my mind to a T, but sometimes he’s able to correctly guess what’s going through my head, albeit in a way that seems like he’s flirting with me.”I don’t see why you’d be smiling. I just came out of Raiden’s office and I'm not.”He grins, “Well you aren’t the face of the pack. Pack members notice these things y’know. Raiden is known for always having a menacing cold look on his face, and I'm known for having a full emotional spectrum, so if Raiden frowns, I frown….””The pack knows
Raiden is still stone faced when I get into his office and I look away from his face, looking everywhere else but at him, because I'm not sure what I'd do if I hear whatever news he has and see the stony disapproving glare in his eyes too. Someone died. Yes, but that person was a spy.“The Redstones are on the move.”A spy who probably leaked even more information before she killed herself.I don’t have the mental strength to be dramatic right now so I simply lean back and wait for Raiden to fill me in on the details.”According to Mor’s contact in the Redstone pack, Alpha Caius is on the move. He targeted a small pack on the far north side of the state and he came back with a signed document which has the Alpha willing over his pack to him.We don’t know how he did it. We do know however that we’re next on the list so if we’re going to think of anything, we have to think about it now.Raiden sounds depressed.I would too if something like this was about to happen to my pack.I surpr
Raiden is nowhere to be found when I go downstairs for breakfast.As I suspected, room service is not available in the Tempest pack and has not been for a long time.It never made sense to me how she always wanted to come into my room. I suspect she was in there before and already found valuable information, like the alliance document and all the faults I outlined within it.It would make a lot of sense. She knows information can be gotten from there, and she knows I would be blamed for whatever got leaked to the Redstones. Raiden can’t blame me for being relieved that will come to an end now.”YOU seem lost in thought..” I look up at the sound of the voice and see Bryce standing beside me, his scar stark in the light of the morning light. I try not to sigh, because I know what he’s going to say next, “I haven’t been seeing you at harvests lately.”Mort came to me a few days ago and told me Bryce has been pestering him with questions about me. He suspects Bryce has developed some kin
Emery’s pov.The feeling of the warm sun and open fields sends a rushing thrill through my veins.I writhe on the floor, the steady weight of someone on top of me making my nipples harden and a rush of pleasure run amok in my brain. I can feel him.I can feel every inch of him going in, and out of me. I can feel the largeness of him filling me up and the formidable girth stretching me out, massaging my walls, making me feel deep liquid pleasure.I look up, and the face in front of me flashes. It shifts between the rough around the edges hardness of someone I've just known for a month, Raiden Tempest, Alpha and Protector of the Tempest Pack.And the arresting sharpness of a man I loathe. A man who makes my insides heat up with pleasure a thousand times more intense when his face finally settles onto his tall, muscular, body.I could run my hands over the planes of his form and I would know where I was each step. From hardset abs to his well formed calves.Nikolai Angel Night, Alpha and