[Elise’s POV]I stare at William as his words repeat themselves in my mind again and again.Was he really being serious right now? Wasn’t he basically proposing to me right here and now? Was he out of his fucking mind?“Be prepared to lose.” I finally shrug, deciding to bite. “I have no intention of
[William’s POV]I make my way across the room while Elise’s eyes burn into my back and my father’s burn into my head. It is clear both are chomping at the bit to explode, but they’re both attempting to hold back.“You wanted to talk, right?” I ask my father when I reach him. “Then come with me.”For
“How is making sure that one of our neighboring packs is safe from a threat considered meaningless?” I counter. “How are we to know that once the enemy achieves their goal, they won’t come for us?”“If it comes to that, we will protect our own territory.” My father shrugs. “Your cousin washed his ha
[Rosco’s POV]I sit at my desk, watching as Charlie and Marty look over the maps that I passed them. The route they are examining is the one that leads to the sawmill that our captive claimed Roger and his goons were currently inhabiting. With this new discovery, there was no reason to go to that or
Goddess, this conversation was annoying and unnecessary, but I was already certain it would happen. However, it didn’t make this less frustrating. We didn’t have time to be arguing about this stupid shit.“You’re staying here.” I say again, fixing my gaze on William. “Charlie and Marty, along with J
[Denali’s POV]I sit, humming, as Serenity slowly begins to fall asleep. When she finally begins to relax in my arms, I feel my anxiety beginning to build again, but I try my best to keep it at bay.I was already aware of the fact that the meeting Rosco was holding involved leaving for where my fath
“Rosco!” I gasp as he bites my nipple, causing a ripple of pleasure to rush through me. “Don’t!”However, before I can stop him, I hear a shocked gasp escape him as he releases my nipple and then licks his lips.“Was that…” He asks, lifting his gaze to mine. “Milk?”“Yes!” I squeak, embarrassment fl
[Denali’s POV]The feel of something warm and sticky pressing against my skin rouses me from my peaceful slumber. It is accompanied by a metallic scent that makes my stomach turn. Unable to stand it, I snap my eyes open and sit up, then fling the blanket off of me so that I can take in the blood th