LeviThe damage in the Shadow Moon Pack is nothing I have ever seen.For the past days since the attack, that has been the focus of everyone: getting everything ready and seeing to it that all the damages are assessed and repaired.In over a thousand members, thankfully only ten people were injured, including me. We didn’t have any casualties apart from that, and that makes me really glad. Our pack is still whole. We didn’t lose anyone.Our homes, on the other hand, are a different matter, since we have to start from scratch and build some of them from the ground.The ones who suffered the most damage from the Rogue attack are the Omegas.It’s something I already expected, since after living with them, I have come to realize that their homes are . . . well, not made from the best material.So as we start our rebuilding projects, I appeal to Daniel and ask him if we could use some of the better materials to rebuild the houses of the Omegas, and Daniel was actually all for it.It’s Mond
Levi"What?" is the only thing I can say, and I feel like that sums up the whole statement that my dad just said.The words feel like they're floating around my head and the only thing that made contact are the words 'dinner' and 'Arya'."I said, we're inviting Arya over for dinner this week," Dad says. "She can come whenever she pleases. Of course she's a princess and she's bound to have a pretty busy schedule. We must make way for her so just be prepared for that."My heart starts to race. I don't know if it's just me being dumb and sleep-deprived or if this is bringing out a legitimate feeling of dread and nerves, but right now my head is swimming and my body feels so light that a small breeze can probably take me away right now.Still, I manage to find my voice and ask, "What for? What are you inviting her for?""Just to catch up," Dad says, and he smiles. That's when I knew that he really does mean it, that his intentions are pretty genuine. But that does not ease the growing fea
Arya“Arthur . . . enlisted?” I ask, my voice fragile, but I don’t dare show any kind of emotion on my face. I know that if my mom finds out about what Arthur and I fought about, it would be bad. I don’t want them to interfere. “Since when? I didn’t know about that.”Mom stops examining one of the monitors and turns to me. “Huh, okay. Well, he just messaged us a while ago, right around the time you got home, actually. We’ve been offering the job to him since the whole event happened, though.”I clench my jaw. I want to scream and cry in frustration but I keep my calm, even to my own surprise. “Oh, okay.”Even though I sounded pretty normal, she must have sensed my surprise because she holds my hand and says, “Maybe he’s just about to tell you, my love. Why don’t you come to talk to him?”“I’ll do that,” I mumble, then I just say my quick excuses before hurrying out of the throne room.I rush inside my room, trying to keep it together long enough to take out my phone and try to call Ar
Levi“Dude, you’re bleeding,” Daniel says lamely as he sees the marks on my stomach. “This can’t be good.”“Just hand me over some bandages.” I motion for him to go on and fetch me some. “I’m not in pain in any way. I think the effort of the day just reopened some things and that has to be pretty normal, right?”Daniel doesn’t look very convinced by my lie but he quickly runs off anyway and comes back with some disinfectant and gauze. I take off my shirt and crumple it into a ball so I can hide it in the washer much quicker later, and Daniel helps me soak the gauze in some disinfectant before dabbing away at the mess.Contrary to what I originally thought, the wounds didn’t completely reopen. There are some areas that have been scratched open, though, and I don’t know what caused that. I don’t even know why they caused so much bleeding.As I wrap up my torso and wear the extra shirt that Daniel also brought, I can’t help but get worried about what the scratches would do in the future,
Arya The tears are about to fall from my eyes when suddenly there’s a knock on the door and Levi immediately hurries to open it. “May I come in?” a voice from the outside says, and my heart immediately skips as soon as I hear it. I get up from my seat to look at the one at the door, and I almost collapse in joy and relief as soon as I see who it is. “Arthur,” I say in a broken voice. I should be embarrassed at how soft my voice sounds but I don’t care. I rush past Levi and hug Arthur, and he smiles down at me. “I didn’t know you’d be here. I didn’t know you wanted to come.” “I can never leave you for too long,” he says, and I hug him again. Meanwhile, Levi is smiling, clearing his throat and offering his hand to shake for Arthur, who just broke off the hug and put his arm around my shoulder. “Come in, man. There’s plenty of room for everyone.” I wait for Arthur to say anything, and for a moment I thought he would say something bad and maybe start a fight. He stares at the hand t
Arya“Arthur!” I scream, then I rush towards him trying to hold him up as he nearly falls to the floor, right on the shards of the wine glass. “Arthur, what happened?”Just as I ask that, his skin begins to heat up. The kind of heat that is more than feverish, like an actual fire is starting to burn right under his skin. I don’t release him and just continue to hold onto him, tears running down my cheeks. I know that letting him go would be more helpful than anything, but it feels like if I do that, something much worse is going to happen.I feel like if I let him go, I would somehow end up losing him forever.“Arthur,” I whisper, caging his cheeks with both of my hands and staring at his face.And to my absolute horror, his eyes start to roll back in his head.“Mrs. Ellis!” I yell, my voice cracking and shaking. “Mr. Ellis! Something is happening to Arthur. . . .”Levi’s parents immediately rush towards us and they both gasp when they see Arthur. But then he starts convulsing and sha
AryaWe fall silent for god knows how long. All I know is I’m just sitting there twisting my hands and waiting for Duke Basset to tell me the catch. He keeps opening and closing his mouth like he can’t figure out what to say, so I decide to turn around and face him.“How can I help?” I ask at last, leaning closer to Duke Basset and staring into his eyes. “What do you have in mind? Because I don’t know what to do.”He clears his throat. “Again, I just want to say that I like you for my son and I have no problems with you as a person. I think you’re a wonderful influence to him . . . but I would need you to spend some time apart.”I was expecting him to say something like that since he got here, but for some reason, hearing it unfold like that makes me feel sick. My heart drops and I have to gasp because my throat closes up and I feel like I’m going to pass out at any moment.Duke Basset watches me with a sad expression, but he didn’t make a move to comfort me. “I really am sorry, Arya.
LeviI can’t believe this.My parents are finally reinstating me as the Alpha.For a long time this is what I wanted. Hell, all my life all I wanted to be was the Alpha. I was eager to learn and eager to discover things and eager to take the title from my dad. It was all I ever wanted and all I ever hoped for, but when I lost it, ironically, was the moment I discovered that it’s not the only thing that life has to offer me.And I was happy. I really was and I still would have been if it weren’t for that surprise announcement that they just sprung out on me with no warnings whatsoever.To say that I was shocked would be an understatement. I was straight up floored by the news. It’s only been a few weeks since I got demoted and I honestly expected them years to think about that.Honestly I didn’t want them to think about it at all. I was truly happy being a normal citizen in my own pack and I really want to keep it that way.But I do understand where my parents are coming from. They’re
LeviI tighten my hands around Lauren’s throat, feeling it pulse under my touch. There’s the level of satisfaction to that that I can’t explain.It's dark and it's something that I don't even want to acknowledge, but I would be lying if I say that it doesn't feel good.As I watch her eyes grow bigger with alarm, I feel more and more determined to end it this way. With her right under my hands, trying to fight off the force of my strength around her neck.I hate her, I realize as I try my best to finish her off and get this over with forever. She might just be an accomplice to her shitty brother, but she knows what she's doing.And if tonight is proof, I would say that she's not as innocent as she pretends to be. She's perfectly capable of making choices that would fuck other people up even more. She knows what she's doing.I still want to know so many things, like how she got to copy the scent of Arya and why she needed it anyway, when I can just tell completely that she's not my mate
LeviMy heart nearly gets stuck inside my throat. I want to scream, but I find that I can’t. The pain in my chest is still much too great for that, and I hate that I’m not even sure I’m seeing the right thing.Is Lauren really here, or am I just manifesting the stupid dreams and thinking that I am seeing her?I blink rapidly to see if she is indeed there, and to my horror, the image of her smiling in the corner doesn’t vanish. She’s walking close to the bed I’m lying on, but Gammie doesn’t even move. She doesn’t even flinch. I know for a fact that she’s a very sensible old woman who can practically feel everything, so this worries me.I look at Lauren again and see that she's getting closer and closer, and as though to confuse me further, she touches the side of Gammie's shoulder.And the woman doesn't flinch.Is Lauren real right now? Because I can hear her footsteps. I can smell her scent. I can tell that she's getting closer to me and she feels very much solid right now.Could this
LeviI was locked in a constant state of dreams and uncomfortable thoughts when they were operating on me.Part of me was conscious, but a bigger part of me just wasn’t. It was constantly floating in a state of blankness and anxiety, just a mish mash of things that shouldn’t go together. Sometimes I find myself dreaming of my parents and my childhood. Sometimes I find myself dreaming of my teenage years and my short days as an Alpha.But most of the time, I was dreaming of Arya.However, when I was about to wake up, I was dreaming of something else entirely. Something that resonated with my fear, the reason why I thought about bringing down the whole arena instead of participating in the fight that Connor and Lauren wanted to see.* * *In my dream, it was nighttime, and the lights in the arena are almost blinding me. My heart is pounding so fast that I feel like it's going to give out any moment. There are so many people around us. Too many, in my opinion. And they're all looking at
Arya“Arthur,” I mutter, his name leaving my lips like a plea as I shift around in his bed. I know perfectly well that I’m sleeping, but I also know that even in this state, Arthur is still the one in my mind. My Lycan, my mate, my love. Even though I know consciously that our relationship is in jeopardy because of his choices, I still want him, and he’s still the face I long to see in my dreams.And in my dream, I see him getting dragged away by the Rogues.“No!” I yell, but in this dream world, I’m voiceless. I’m powerless. All I can do is stand there while my mate gets clawed at by the dirty outcasts. All I can do is watch while he screams for me.“Help me, Arya!” His voice rings out in the darkness of our background. “Don’t let them take me!”He holds out his hand to reach for me. I extend my arm to get him. However, he’s already too far. He’s already too close to the mouth of the dark tunnel they’re taking him to. One of the Rogues, seeing that he has his hand outstretched, kick
AryaMy mouth goes dry at the sight of Arthur.He closes the distance between us, getting on top of me and taking both of my hands before putting them over my head.His lips are urgent on mine, intent on devouring. I can feel his hardness against my thighs. His hungry mouth travels down to my neck and on my collar bones, lower down to my breasts. When his warm mouth closes over my nipple, I almost explode. He sucks it, his tongue sweeping over it until I feel feverish. I close my eyes, not even aware that he let go of my hands until he starts to squeeze my other breast.He pulls his head away from my nipple and begins to suck the other. My hips are moving on their own. I'm so wet I can feel myself dripping on the sheets.I bury my hand in his hair, moaning loudly. But he's not done with me, cause before I knew it, his lips are traveling lower again. Until his face is between my legs. Lucien grabs my thighs and pries them apart. Then he leans forward, sweeping his tongue on my wet core
AryaLike an idiot, I turn to Arthur and ask, “About what?”He laughs softly, but the humor doesn’t reach his eyes. There’s a certain hint of sadness there, combined with another emotion that I can’t really place. Either way, seeing it in his eyes is throwing me a little off balance. I want to come with him and get to the bottom of it, but at the same time, I feel like he’s so serious that I don’t want to find out what he wants to say.“Just come with me,” he says gently. “Please?”“Well, of course,” I say, glancing back at Levi who is now sleeping soundly. “Who will be watching him? He can’t stay here alone, can he?”"I'm right here," Nancy says all of a sudden, appearing seemingly out of thin air. She wedges herself into the room and immediately comes to look at Levi, adjusting something on the IV that he's connected to. "I will be watching over him for the night. You two go talk, okay?""Thank you, Nancy," Arthur says, then he turns to me with that very same smile that doesn't reac
AryaMy heart leaps with joy. It’s something that I haven’t felt in what seems like forever, and I can feel it spreading all over me like a warm ray of sunshine. A smile appears on my face, and I look at Arthur.“He’s awake,” I whisper, and even I have to notice the sheer relief in my voice. “He’s alright. He made it. . . .”Arthur smiles at me and leans over to kiss my forehead. “I know, and I’m happy. Now go talk to him okay?”I nod, and with that I go with Nancy, who suits me up with a protective layer of clothing before we go inside.They have converted the infirmary room into a real hospital room. There are machines beeping everywhere, and there are also potions emitting sweet smelling steam somewhere in the room. There are some tools laying around, but the only thing that catches my attention is Levi lying down on the bed, his pillows fluffed up to prop him up into a sitting position.His face is pale, and his hair is slicked back over his handsome face with sweat. I can tell th
Arya“What is it?” I ask Nancy with my voice shaking immensely. I get up from my seat but I feel like the ground is lurching under my feet and I feel like I’m going to fall over if I don’t have something to cling onto. Thankfully, Arthur gets up and offers his arm to me. “What’s the problem?”Nancy hesitates, and I honestly hate how angry I became just in that moment. I want to scream at her and tell her that I am not playing games around here, that if something is up, then I must know immediately because I’ve been waiting for a long time to hear about him. Besides, the only person he has right now is me. His parents are not here and the others are back at the pack. I am the only one he has. . . .“Please,” I just say in a strained voice, looking at her and wanting to get on my knees and beg and corner her at the same time. Emotions are just running high inside my chest and I want nothing more but to know. “Please, what is happening? Is Levi okay? Will he make it?”“The truth is, I do
Arthur My blood goes cold. I swallow hard, thinking of what to say, but my mouth is completely dry and my throat is closing up. I want to assure Levi that I won’t leave him here, but he’s looking at me like he’s daring me to say those words just so he could reject them completely. So instead of talking it through with him and risking any rejection, I lift him up to his knees and very carefully start to chip away at the piece of rock lodged inside his body. Thankfully, the rock is easy to chip off, as it seems to be made of hardened mud instead of actual stone. I manage to clip it down close to his body so it won’t move or damage anything inside him. He kept groaning and screaming the entire time, and I just had to close my hearing so that I wouldn’t hear it and experience the pain of seeing him go through it. When I’m done, I take him into my arms, not caring about how weird it could look or what he has to say, and it seems that he still has a lot to say. As though to prove my poi