It’s a victory for the history books, but not for me. Certainly not for Lucas or Marcus either. I sit and watch my injured friend sleeping. Raphael wakes with a start, clutching at fresh air before looking around with like a freshly hibernated bear. All dark features sleepy eyes and yawning. Stretching and heaving himself from the too-small makeshift bed, he comes to stand by me, staring down at Marcus. I already know what’s coming from my Beta eventually. It’s going to hurt, too. But for now, we watch the rise and fall of Marcus' chest. At least someone got that stinking blue rag of a shirt off him. /You think he will be okay?/ I ask cagily, knowing he tends to deal in straight facts./Physically, yes. In time./Then we’re of the same opinion. /When they questioned Imelda, she showed punching bags of wheat. Cesar punched them, and she screamed.//Fuckers./ Raphael growled in my head./Marcus thought they were mates. You know his whole thing with jade eyes? Imelda has them too./
I knew Ayr wouldn’t like the bridges. But it’s for a reason. He won’t see it yet, but if his pack is not the only access, then he is not the target for attacks and takeovers. Fenton and Locksley deserve access to Kallio on their terms. It is just levelling the playing field. It’s work for hundreds of men who have been told they are worthless. Those who want to leave now have three ways out rather than being disaffected and causing trouble in Kallio. It’s a new era, in every way. I want to build boats and explore the sea once more. Why have all the Alpha’s before me allowed this huge series of cliffs to only look out to the land and not the azure blue beauty beyond? I have no intentions of being cooped up in the cliffs like Elle. I want to get out into every town and village on horseback. I check, unable to stop my voice, sounding harsh. “I am merely informing you, Alpha Ayr, there is no action required from Volare.” The room falls silent. Ayr sizing each other up down the length o
I pause at the intrusion from Corbin, just as Ayr plants a kill on my cheek. “Hmm, I see what you mean about mindlink face,” smiling softly. “Don’t like that one, not at all,” before repeating the action as I flick my attention back to him and blush. Ayr kissed my cheek again, my searing blush making the area where his lips met my cheek resemble a furnace. “It’s your decision. But I had better keep kissing you until I’m sure you’re listening to me and not your very intense Beta.” I blushed again but didn’t stop Ayr tenderly kissing my cheek. It felt too good to protest with common sense. “He doesn’t know about us. I probably should tell him before he tries to hurt you. Protect me from you.” My handsome, blonde god of a mate sniffed in amusement before tilting my chin upwards. My world shrank down to his swirling irises. “I won’t be worrying about Corbin, Spitfire.” “I don’t know, we’re murdering Elders later this afternoon,” I say sweetly, knowing it will amuse him to know my biza
From an empty guest bedroom balcony, I watched Volare finally leave, joining the long, winding trail of the Alpha Council as it weaved its way back to Pemberton and the bridge back to their world.I tried not to wince as Raphael guided a tetchy Marcus by the hand towards the carriage. The pair exchanged fumbled hugs before Marcus no doubt cracked offered more appalling insults. From up above, I study my huge, sturdy mate, dressed in a grey shirt and black pants. He watches them leave until they are well beyond the horizon. To my surprise, he walked around the side of the cliff, out of sight before I could let him know I was there. Surely, a good mate is supposed to run after their sad partner and cheer them up. But I think he’s the kind of guy who just needs his own head space. He’ll find me when he’s ready. I think. My wolf is beyond agitated. Knowing that I love Raphael but have done nothing about it for days is leaving me edgy. Doubt begins to haunt me. It must be the early mor
“So which one of you is keeping me on a rope to stop me wandering into the river?” Marcus grumbles. Again. Alongside at least two dozen other whinging remarks he’s making me itch to dive out of the carriage and sprint back to the cliffs. The constant, desperate hope I am keeping in my chest is that Cass might be pregnant already. This separation of ours might only be weeks away. The idea she would walk away from Kallio for me is jaw-dropping. It inspires me, with the same drive as my spitfire frenzy, to put my pack into the very best shape it can be. For in a few months, everything could change. “Raphael left me a list of Beta’s he thinks can move up to day-to-day,” Lucas offers, clearing his throat awkwardly. Marcus says nothing, tilts his head towards the window, not that he can see anything. Just shutting himself out of the conversation whilst we jolt and bounce our way towards Pemberton and the river bridge. “They need to be like Raphael. I don’t need another joker. Has to be
I can't quite believe little Artem is almost four. Alongside his smaller sister Lucy they mean perfection and light. No children have been more blessed with love. Or more unexpected in the case of Artem who arrived almost exactly nine months after the takeover. His growth has mapped Kallio’s resurgence. His colic and sleepless nights matched with insurgence and open rebellion from some areas missing out on their bribes from Elle. His fussy food periods and hurling of dishes to the floor paired with engineering delays to the two new bridges. But his first steps saw the bridges open. His first words celebrated a return of crops, prosperity. The Silver Guard reported no scurrilous gossip, no more lingering rebels. By the time Artem took his first horse-riding lessons earlier this month, led about by me on a small pony, there was a grain surplus, Corbin and his accountants able to report nothing but good news. Cass has done it. Turned Kallio around completely. Silver and orange banners
Almost five years of waiting. I swore I’d do anything. Wait for the sign. What an idiot that makes me. Of course, I support my spitfire in her dream of rebuilding her pack. I just thought the Goddess would bless us immediately. We won for fucks sake! Elle is defeated. Like I've asked myself several times an hour since we agreed our foolish bargain all those years ago: why hasn't it happened for us? Healthy, born of Alphas! Cass began to worry the Elders or maybe Elle did something permanent to her without her knowledge, her paranoia outweighing my misery at missing her. I know, despite her intentions not to go there Cass has scrawled through the Elders library. Interviewed every doctor,, hunting for any kind of answer as to why she remains childless. To my annoyance, she confessed that most of the medical men assume she is talking about Corbin as a father. I try not to show my wounds. For what good would it do? Over time, my wolf, I have seen the small silver being, still waitin
I knew something was off. Normally, when I get to our spot I’m buzzing with excitement. Desperate to be held and reminded of how it feels to be desired. Back at the depressingly stale cliffs of Kallio, I am just a living statue. Nobody looks at me like I'm real. Except I’m lying to myself. For the last few months, our meetings haven’t been joyous, frenzied encounters. If I look back, I believe I’ve cried in his arms about how useless things are almost every time. Each time we find each other, it’s takes a single glance for Ayr to confirm we have failed to make a life together. Yet again. It’s a strangely empty feeling. My heart beats with so much adoration yet leaves me colder, harder on the outside with every passing month.It’s my fault. It must be. The same three words on repeat. Every month, every day. Corbin blandly reports everything sees everything, and asks nothing. As far as I can tell, Robyn believes he has had no meaningful relationship, man or woman since he became my