Part one:
It was late, the moon high in the sky. The sun had gone down hours ago. I knew this day would come though I wished it never would. We had done our best to hide that our latest child was a girl. Daughters born to an alpha were born cursed. They were born with the power of an alpha but could never lead. The council would never allow it. Instead, the power they held was used to birth even more powerful male heirs. Once found out that a daughter was born to an alpha, she would be a target for all other alphas. It didn’t matter to any others if their sons were not her destined mate. All that mattered was she could be used to breed strong offspring.
My poor baby girl. I had hoped she would have had a chance to grow up living with her family. I wish she could have the chance to know her family and how much they cherish her. To have a chance at finding her mate and living a happy life. It was all a father could hope for his baby girl. But I should have known that life would not include staying with us. I will have a hell of a time explaining to her brother that he had not failed in his job of protecting his baby sister. He loved her so much. In fact, he worshiped her. We worried he would not be happy to be a big brother, but the moment he saw baby Brianna, she was his. He would sneak into her room at night and sleep next to her crib until she was moved to a toddler bed. Then he would climb in bed with her, and they would curl up together and sleep all scrunched up. She was so small when she was born. I could hold her in the palm of my hand. Even at the age of three, she was so much smaller than all the other children. She looked just like her mother pale skin, blond hair, and those blue eyes. They were like looking into the sky on a clear day. They were so blue.
She will be a beautiful young woman, strong and fierce. I can only hope the people we found to hide her for us will teach her all she should know. I hated handing her over, but it was the best thing we could do. We could fake her death. It would be expected with how small she has always been. Pups her size are known not to make it. But it had to be done before the alpha of The Demon Shadows, the most powerful pack there is, arrives. Alpha Cain found out somehow that we had a daughter and wished to see her. I knew his true intentions, though. He would use his power and strength to take her from us and keep her under his watchful eye until she was of age. Then she would have no choice but to bear his children. I couldn’t sit back and watch on the sidelines as my daughter, my little princess, was taken to be used as a broodmare. To be forced to carry pups for a man that would not show her the love and compassion she should. I wanted more for my daughter. I wanted her to be happy, to find her one true mate and have pups on her terms.
The papers were signed and filed discreetly. There would be no trace of the agreement with the humans until the day she was ready to return to us. The witch was ready with her spell, the one that would cover her scent as a wolf until the day she shafted. Hopefully, when that day comes, Alpha Cain will have moved on. A father could only hope. I watched as my wife cried heavily as she hugged our daughter for the last time. All the firsts with her we would miss. There were so many. The human couple that agreed to keep my baby safe stood and waited patiently. The witch that would help hide her stood next to them. Tears ran down her face as she watched on. Brianna seemed to have some understanding, though. She was strong as she held her mother, patting her shoulder every now and then. She didn’t cry once.
It was finally my turn, and I gave my baby girl a hug and kiss on the cheek. She patted my cheek and gave me a small smile. Her eyes looked strong and determined. There were no signs of tears in them. She will be a fierce wolf when she grows up. I hope I get to see that and make it that long. I set her down and watched as she walked to the human couple and looked up at them. She stood tall and proud. She nodded and turned to the witch. Standing still, she allowed the witch to cast her spell before stepping around the small group and walking to the car that waited to take her away. I wrapped an arm around my mate and held her as she cried for her baby girl. We watched as she climbed into the car. We stood for a long time watching the road where the car had disappeared, and I secretly wished this was all one big nightmare and I would wake up to find Brianna still sound asleep in her bed, curled up with her big brother.
Fate would not be so kind, though. Only two days later, Alpha Cain came. Anger filled him when he was met with the news the alpha’s daughter he had come for had passed. I had hoped our grief from sending her away would be enough for him to believe such news. But I should have known he was too smart for that. In his anger, he attacked the pack, nearly wiping all of us out. Those who survived were forced to leave their homes and spend years on the run. It was the only way to give my baby girl the time she needed to grow. The time she needed to find her mate. I could only hope our sacrifice was worth it. The pack stood behind me as we moved from place to place, never staying in one spot. Living life as rouges more so than a pack.
BriI have always felt different, like I didn't belong. Like maybe I was switched at birth or something. I looked nothing like my parents. My father had light brown skin, dark brown eyes, and black hair. My mother had an olive skin tone, light brown eyes, and dark brunette hair. And then there was me with my pasty white skin, baby blue eyes, and naturally, beach blonde hair. I mean, how does that even happen? My father says I got it from his mother, who passed away well before I was born. And conveniently enough, the only pictures of her anyone can find are in black and white. But even so, I think he is full of crap. Her hair looks pretty well dark, and well, I don't entirely buy it. But they are my parents. Why would they lie about something like this? Besides, it's not just with my family that I feel like I don't belong. I never really fit in at school. I was never really picked on or anything like that. I just felt like I wasn't one of them. And well, everyone else pretty well sta
Dominic Being a family of rogues meant we moved around a lot. It got annoying. Worst of all, my mother still insisted I attend school. She said it would help keep things as normal as possible. I disagreed with that but went because it made her happy. And when mom was happy, dad was happy. For rogues, we did pretty well, though. For one, we were all still together. That was rare for a rogue family. I contributed that to my father's job. He did IT work for a company that was all too happy to let him work from anywhere he wanted as long as he had access to a computer. Which made moving around easy, and no one ever questioned it. And even though my mom didn't need to work, she always seemed to find a place looking for a waitress, no matter where we went. It was her way of being part of our new community and helping to make us seem as normal as possible.I hoped we would have been able to stay in one spot long enough to finish my last year of high school, but the kids from the pack nearby
DominicI was split between staying and watching her or following Sir Asshat and teaching him a lesson. My choice, however, was made for me when my phone rang in my pocket, and my father's number popped up on the screen. "Hello?" I answered as I watched the Douchebag drive off. "Your mother will have dinner ready soon. She had a bad day, so make sure you are home in time to eat with her." I sighed, "alright, I will be there soon." My mother loved being a waitress. However, people are assholes, and some days after working all day, she would come home and cook everything we had in the house. It was her way of dealing with stress. She wouldn't necessarily eat much of what she cooked or baked, but it calmed her. Hanging up, I watched the beauty that is my mate go inside and shut the door before kicking my bike back on and pulling back out onto the road. It didn't take long for me to get to the house we were staying at. In fact, it only took a few minutes to drive the five or so miles bet
Bri Walking into the house, I was glad my parents weren't home. I didn't feel like listening to another lecture about how Cody wasn't good for me and that I needed to find someone that treated me better. It was the same every night they were home. Between dad being a lawyer and mom being a doctor, their schedules got pretty busy, which meant late nights. When I was little, I had a nanny, but now that I was older, I was left to my own devices. I set my backpack down not far from the front door so that I could grab it on my way out in the morning. Then walked into the kitchen to grab something to eat. I pulled the note my mother left me off the front of the fridge. It said the same as it always does, "dinner in the fridge, your father and I are working late. Don't wait up. Have a good day. Love mom and dad." I opened the fridge to find a large container of chicken curry and white rice. I pulled them out and dished some up, heating it in the microwave for a few minutes. I sat and ate a
BriThe next morning I slept through my alarm and had to rush to be dressed, and ready to go before Cody arrived to pick me up. Which meant throwing on a pair of leggings, an oversized t-shirt, and some sandals. I threw my hair up in a messy bun and went downstairs in time to see my parents just as they walked out the door to head to work. My mom gave me a quick hug, "I left some money on the counter. We are both going to be late again." I hugged her back, "Ok." And they were out the door. I ran into the kitchen, grabbed the money she had left, and no more than tucked it into my book bag when I heard the honk from Cody's car. Grabbing my bag, I ran out the door making sure to lock it, before closing it, and ran across the yard, climbing into the car. "About time...what are you wearing?" I rolled my eyes which I knew he hated, but really he just pulled up. It wasn't like he had been waiting long and what I was wearing was just fine. His hand shot out and grabbed my chin. His fingers du
DominicAfter dinner with my folks, I snuck out and shifted, running back to her house. Her scent grew stronger the closer I got, so I was not surprised to find her sitting outside. She was beautiful. She was concentrating on her sketchbook again. This time she had colors that she was using. I sat and watched her work for a long time before she looked up and saw me. Flipping the page of her book, she started drawing something else with a pencil for a while before using the colors again. I watched as they stained her fingers as she smudged at the page. After maybe another hour or so, she smiled down at the page she had been working on and then smiled at me. She was so fucking hot. I had to find a way to talk to her. Then she stood up, and the bruises on her leg were fresh and very noticeable. Maybe first, I will kill the motherfucker that marked her like that. I hadn’t noticed I growled as I stood up when she did until she looked terrified and froze. Quickly I lay down on the ground wi
BriThe next morning I still felt off, but I had to force myself to get through the day and then the party. Then I would have the whole weekend to rest. Cody had a game out of town on Saturday, and he didn't mind if I missed those. I made sure I was up early to shower and dress. I chose one of the skirts that Cody loved but my father hated. It just barely met the school dress code. It was a light pink, so I paired it with a white sleeveless top that showed the tiniest bit of belly skin and again pushed the dress code. I left my hair down and applied the slightest bit of makeup. Then I pulled on a pair of knee-high boots to tie the outfit together. I tucked an extra pair of clothes in my bag just in case. But this outfit would work for school and would easily carry over to the party if needed. I waited for my parents to leave, dashed downstairs, grabbed their note about working late again, and headed outside to wait for Cody. I was happy to see the bruises on my leg hadn't been as bad
DominicBesides trying not to kill my mate's boyfriend, I spent my days at school doing my best to dodge all the girls. Apparently, it was decided they all wanted to hook up with me. Too bad for them. I was already taken. Even if my mate wasn't aware of it yet, I was already hers. I just had to figure out how to approach her and not freak her out. Something I was still working on as I watched her leave with him again today. I knew they were going to a party tonight. One of the other football players at put together. Word around the halls was it was supposed to be epic, and anyone that was anyone in the school would be there. I wasn't originally going to follow her to the party or even go, for that matter. But my wolf wouldn't leave me alone. I couldn't sit still for anything, and apparently, I was driving my parents crazy because they told me just to go. If my wolf was that worked up about something, I needed to listen to him. Not wanting to go and be seen really, I shifted in the tr
AlisonWith Owen and the babies secure, I made my way out of the house. The howels were close by. From the communication coming through the pack's link, the fight was moving in my direction. With a sigh, I made my way off the porch, letting my wolf take over. Moving in the direction of the closest fight was. It didn't take long to recognize who was crossing into our territory. I had spent weeks learning every marking on the wolves that patrolled near the cabin Adam held me at. They left us alone for over a year. And now they wanted to take their revenge. It was slightly maddening. They could have done this sooner. But I would not allow them to go farther into the territory. Joining the worriers that were already there, I helped fight them off. After everything that happened, I have spent even more time training with the rest of the pack. Learning to protect not only myself but everyone else around me. My wolf was strong. We knew this. Not just because she has done what she needed to
OwenI don’t know how he made it happen. But by the time we returned home, Damion had already had everything we would need delivered to the house. The only thing he had the guys set up was a bassinet that was placed in Alison and my room. Everything else was left in their boxes and left in one of the two empty rooms in the house. Allowing us to decide which room would be Hopes and allowing us to be the ones to set it up how we wished it to be. That, of course, didn’t stop him or Bryce from coming over in the coming days to help get everything put together and set up. But I was grateful for the courtesy of allowing us to make the decision on colors and whatnot. Though it wasn’t hard to decide that our baby Hope was going to be anything other than a princess. Being a father was definitely something I didn’t think would be in my cards after everything that happened in my past. And now I don’t know that my life would have been whole if I had never met Alison and she wasn’t the mother to
AlisonStanding there listening to Alpha Nikolai suggest that I wasn’t going to be allowed to leave, and they planned to use me for things I have fought not to happen to me in my life. I am not going to lie. It was hard to control my wolf. Handing my baby girl to her father was the only way I knew to not only protect her but him. If they were going to allow her to leave, then he was the one to leave with her. He would keep her safe. Once she was safe in her father’s arms, my wolf pushed forward, giving a warning growl. One that was cut off by Damion looking over at me with a warning in his eyes but also a warning not just to me but to Bryce through our link. “Not yet. Both of you need to calm down.” A quick glance at Bryce told me his wolf was not a fan of what was being said either. But at Damion’s command, we were both able to pull our wolves back and stay calm while he handled things. Which, if I haven’t said before, he was a damn good Alpha. He looked so calm and collected. His
OwenThey were both healthy. Both my girls were fine. I could breathe again, knowing they were both healthy. However, that didn’t stop the feeling as though something wasn’t right. Standing back up, I did my best to continue to stay calm and keep the role of only being one of the pack’s doctors. A voice in my head told me not to do more than that. If I showed any signs that I was more than just a doctor for the pack and that I was Alison’s partner, something bad was going to happen. It could have just been me being paranoid or reading too much into what Damion said before we left the plane. But the way the one guy that had been in the room with Alison when we walked in didn’t help make the feeling go away. Giving a slight nod to Damion to let him know we were good to go, I stayed close to Alison. Damion returned my nod with one of his own as he turned back to Alpha Nikolai. “Thank you for your help in finding Alison for us. And I do apologize for her trespassing on your land.” Alph
AlisonAfter collapsing with my baby girl in my arms, I was carried back to this packs, pack house. I was placed in a room and left with a woman who didn't know English. Or she didn't seem to, as the only response I could get from her was a smile and a nod of her head, and she continued helping me to get cleaned up. When she was done, and I was dressed in a hospital gown and lying in a bed, she left the room. I was left there with my little girl, who was also now dippered and wrapped in a blanket. A few minutes later, the woman returned with a guy who looked me over. Again, he didn't seem to know English. Leaving me to only guess the guy must be a doctor and the woman a nurse. The two looked me over in a similar way that Owen would have if I had been injured and at home. My attention going back to my baby. Tears sprang up in my eyes. I wished Owen was here. I wish I knew how he felt about being a father. I never got the chance to tell him. Though, I wonder if it matters at the moment
OwenThe rest of the flight was done in silence. The others left me to my thoughts. By the time the plane landed, I was nervous beyond belief. Alison had been pregnant when she was taken, and they said that the she-wolf that was found was in the middle of giving birth. This could very well be her, in which case I was not simply going to be a father. But I was a father. I was not only on my way to hopefully see the love of my life. But also meet my baby. My baby? Was it a boy or a girl? Was it healthy? Was Alison healthy? She had been taken while she was pregnant. Did they make sure she had everything she needed? Had they provided her with any care at all during her pregnancy? They said she was in the middle of giving birth when she was found. Was there any complications? All these things I needed to know. I needed to see her. To look her over and be sure myself not only Alison was well, but our baby was too. The moment I felt the plan stop, I unclipped my seat belt and stood. Damion'
AlisonThe cabin was a little bigger than the one we stayed at before. I still had to sleep in the same bed as Adam. And for the first month with the cuffs on. But the bathroom had walls instead of a curtain. And the kitchen had a stove so we could cook. Adam didn’t let me out of his sight for the first month or so. Only letting me outside when he was there to watch me. Chaining me inside anytime he left. Occasionally, he would return with someone to look at the mark on my neck. Every one of them left with him angry because they said there was nothing they could do about it. My guess was he was looking for someone to remove it, which was impossible. But that didn’t stop him from trying. By the second month, he was leaving me alone without chaining me up. I was also allowed to sleep at night without the cuffs on connecting me to him. Without the chain on me, I was able to move freely throughout the whole cabin, versus being confined to the bathroom area and the bed. I used my newfound
OwenWaking up, my head felt like someone had sucker punched me right in the temple. Only I know that's not what happened. I had been drugged while Alison was taken. Several pack wolves surrounded me, checking on me. All the while, I could hear Bryce there, already giving orders to follow her scent. Damion showed up just as I was being helped into a sitting position, taking over and giving orders to find Alsion. The van she was taken in was already being followed. The only problem was the members following it lost it after a while. Leaving the search to grow cold. At least until after dark when some of the guys picked up on the scent of the guys that took Alison. On Damion's orders, the guys were picked up and brought back to the pack. I will give it to the guys. They did well on holding out. It took Damion's guys nearly a week to get any information out of them. By then, it was too late. Adam was long gone with Alison. That didn't stop the search, though. We kept going. Damion calle
AlisonAdam’s scent surrounded me. I didn’t need to open my eyes to know who was behind my kidnapping. Laying there, I kept my eyes closed as I took stock of myself. I was alright. I wouldn’t be able to shift because he placed another one of those collars around my neck. All my wolf would be able to do was continue to protect our baby, which she was doing a really good job of. It was going to be up to me to get us out of this. A task I am sure will be easier said than done. But I was up for the challenge. The car we were in slowed to a stop. I chanced a quick peek as I watched Adam put the car in park and climb out. I didn’t have a lot of time to plan or even think my escape through. I had just enough time to shift in the seat as he walked around to the other side of the car and opened the back door. Taking the opportunity, I kicked him hard. Landing my blow at his midsection, taking him off guard and making him stumble backward. Grabbing the door, I pulled it closed, hitting the loc