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
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
“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
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
“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
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
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
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
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