The anger returns, and I have to take a few deep breaths to keep myself calm. ‘Jordan Reed, what does he smell like?’ I ask Jeremy.‘Oranges.’Oranges.He is not the one that raped or beat Red, but if my nose is correct, he is the one that gave her the mark of the Betrayer. Her mate. The one who rejected her.‘Tell him there is no Omega with that name in our pack,’ I tell Jeremy.A few moments later, Jeremy mind-links me again. ‘He is adamant about searching our territory. He thinks his mate is here.’The fucker rejected her and now claims she is his mate? Where the fuck was he when she was beaten and raped? If he had loved her, he would not have rejected her, he would have taken care of her.‘His mate is not here. And he has no business stepping inside my territory, less he wants to start a fight between our packs,’ I snarl.Jeremy sighs. ‘Fine. I will make sure he stops bothering us.’‘Thanks!’Red remains in the clinic for the following three days, and my ass is glued to the chair,
The never-ending pain in my chest prevents me from thinking or breathing or… functioning. I want this agony to end. I want to close my eyes forever. I want for one moment to forget what he had done to me. Each night, I relive the moment Jordan rejected me. My pleas to be heard are never listened to. Jordan always turns his back on me, leaving me alone in the shadows, where the monsters lurk.I step inside the shower and turn on the cold water. I feel so dirty…. The scent of the guards still clings to my skin, and I want—need—to remove it. Grabbing the soap, I start to wash myself, scrubbing my body hard to the point of pain. But no matter how much soap or water I use, I can still scent them… and it makes me gag.I close my eyes and slide down along the cold tiled wall until I am crouched down, and I hug my legs with my arms, letting the water—now freezing—cascade down my back.I see him on top of me, his weight pinning me to the ground, the guards hitting me as he…. Then that white wo
“Kassandra thinks it is a good idea—” Caleb stops speaking as my eyes fill with tears.“I hate picnics. And I hate you and your stupid pack! I wish you would have never found me!” I snarl, full of anger.Caleb exhales loudly. It might not be the first time I said cruel things to him.“I understand your anger, I do, Red—”“Rain. My name is Rain!” I yell. “And leave me alone already!”“We are not doing this again. You are coming outside, like it or not. If you don’t like picnics, we can do something else.”“I am tired,” I insist.“Good thing I am a strong, capable male that can carry you, Red.”I huff. “If I say yes and go out of the room, will you then leave me alone?”Caleb’s scent changes, becoming sweeter, letting me know he is happy with the idea of me going outside. “We shall see. I will let you change. Come downstairs when you are done.Caleb leaves, and I let out a big sigh. I look at the clothes and then at the door. The idea of getting dressed or going for a walk makes me so t
The Main House—as Caleb calls it—is quiet. Maybe the pack members are at the picnic Caleb mentioned, and I don’t have to meet anyone new. Tomorrow, if I am less tired, I might consider it, but for now, Caleb is more than enough. Even talking to him becomes tedious. We make it to the kitchen without bumping into anyone. Inside, a male—probably Blade—is singing. While I am not good with music, I am sure he missed more than a few notes. Caleb brings his index finger to his mouth—I think. Understanding what he means, I nod, and Caleb slowly opens the door to the kitchen, and after a quick peek, he tiptoes inside. From the doorframe, I watch how Caleb goes to the freezer and opens it. Blade, who has his back to us, is washing some dishes and singing from the top of his lungs. I am surprised Blade hadn’t caught Caleb’s scent. Caleb turns to me, and after pointing to the sink, he makes his way there. I am waiting to see what Caleb is up to when he suddenly snatches two spoons put to dry,
After returning to the Main House, I take a nap. The nightmares are still present, but so is the white wolf, keeping me safe from the monsters. It is dinner time when I wake up. But unlike other days, I didn’t wake up screaming this time.I am not sure if it is from all the running from earlier, but I am… hungry. I am still not ready to join the others in the dining hall though. Maybe tomorrow. Or the day after tomorrow.I get out of bed and open the door. As I suspect, Caleb is sitting in a chair by the door, working on his laptop.“What’s wrong?” he asks, looking up at me.I rub my right upper arm up and down. “I am… hungry. But I am not ready to eat with the others.”Please don’t make me join the others.Caleb’s scent tells me he is shocked, but he jumps to his feet a few seconds later. “I will bring your dinner here. Blade made lasagna. You will love it!” he says enthusiastically, placing the laptop on the chair.Then he rushes down the stairs, and I close the door. After folding
He was supposed to be a product of my imagination! Maybe this entire clearing is a product of my imagination.Wanting to be sure what I see is real, I slowly approach the wolf, not wanting to wake him up. But what if I am wrong and it is not the wolf from my dreams, and he is going to sense and… and… hurt me?I freeze. For a moment, I don’t even dare to breathe.But white wolves are supposed to be good. At least, that’s what the legends say.Biting my bottom lip, I take another step, and then another, and another, until I reach him. I crouch in front of him and reach out my hand, and I brush the tip of my fingers over the top of his snow-white fur.Warmth like I have never felt before spreads inside me, and sparks dance across my skin. Safia—who had been grief-stricken from the moment Jordan has rejected me—not only reacts for the first time in weeks, but I can feel a beam of happiness coming from her.I am trying to understand all the sudden feelings and Safia’s reaction when the wol
I sit at the vanity desk, trying to untangle more of my hair, while I am remembering my encounter with Alb -wondering if everything was just a dream. Even now, two days later, I can still feel his warmth on my skin. If he is real and not only a product of my imagination, why could I not find the clearing again? I went to look for it not only yesterday but today too.Safia is starting to become restless, wanting to be outside.‘I guess you are done moping around, huh?’ I tease her, and she rolls her eyes at me. ‘Such a little brat you are. I am so happy to have you back.’She lets me know she is happy too and that she won’t leave me alone ever again.I am about to get up from the chair when someone knocks on the door.“Rain, it’s me, Viki. I am with a friend that is dying to meet you. Can we enter?”I sigh. This is exactly why I didn’t want to leave my room in the first place—people will start noticing me and will want to talk to me.Not wanting to be rude, I say, “Yes, you may enter.”
Sarah starts braiding my hair. “Well, Jeremy might not be an Alpha, but being with him is the best thing that has happened to me.”“I can tell. He knocked you up pretty well, didn’t he?”My eyebrows inch up. “That explains your scent being mixed with that of Jeremy,” I say excitedly to Sarah. “You are going to have a pup!”“We have been trying for a year now. When I finally got pregnant a month ago, I could not believe it!” Sarah is so happy, her scent fills the entire room.“Wait till the cub is born. It won’t be all fun and games then,” Viki grumbles.“Don’t you want pups?” Sarah asks Viki.“Blah,” Viki closes the book. Then lets out a big sigh, “I don’t know. Maybe if a big dragon shifter comes and scoops me up in the air and takes me to his cave, I might consider it.”“Maybe you should stop reading smut books,” Sarah says to Viki. Then to me, she says, “How about you? Do you want pups?”I don’t really know what to reply, as I never thought about a family of my own. My only concern