Samantha's POV:Seven weeks.Seven weeks of absolutely nothing, and it is torturing me. I can't sleep at night because of how scared I am of Michael and Markus appearing again.Jack has noticed my deprivation of sleep. Every time I turn around I can almost feel them lurking.I sigh at my reflection through the mirror. I fix my baseball cap on my head and straighten out my shirt. The bags under my eyes are stained to my skin. Jack creeps up behind me and rests his head on my shoulder. I wince in fright."Are you sure you want to go into town by yourself?" Jack frowns. "Yes, I'll be okay. It won't be for long." I answer.Jack kisses my shoulder and moves away. "I'll walk you out." He states. I nod. We walk to the garage without talking."Which car?" He questions me. I look at them all and I choose the navy blue Jeep Wrangler. Before I get into the car, Jack grabs my waist and turns me around to face him. "Ur-" I barely get his name out before he crashes his lips onto mine. The kiss make
Samantha's POV:I arrive at the park in ten minutes."Michael." I state to catch his attention. "Ah, you're here. I'm glad to see we're on the page, darling." He smirks."I'm not doing this for you. What do you want me to do?" I wonder."I want you to bring Genelia to me. There is someone who wants to see her. Bring her here tomorrow." Then he disappears.That's all I have to do?Bring Genelia?Wait, what does Genelia have to do with any of this? I don't want to bring Genelia into this. But what if she's already in it? Why would Michael want her if he wasn't working with her mate? Is that why Oliver is really here? When he said 'territorial purpose' was he talking about Genelia?I put all the dots together. Michael wants me to bring Genelia to him so he can give her back to Oliver. There has to be a way to outwit him. I ponder more as I approach the pack house. "Samantha, what the hell? I told you not to go." Jack scolds me. "I don't need this right now, Jack." I walk away from him."
Samantha's POV:The statement feels so surreal.Is this the end?The everlasting torture Michael forced upon us is over?I look over at Jack and he rubs my back. The gesture calms my nerves. I toss him a sad smile. "We're gonna be okay." And for the first time since I've gotten here, I believed it.The day went by slowly, but I finally got into my bed. Jack lays next to me shirtless, I can't help but admire."Like what you see?" Jack teases. "Absolutely." I respond. Jack lets out a breath of amusement. He wraps his arm around me, cuddling me close to him."Be safe tomorrow, Samantha. I can't bear losing you again." Jack caresses my arm."You won't." I assure. Jack brings his lips down to my forehead and leaves a soft kiss. My wolf howls with love. I smile up at him.The rest of the night is silent and long. Jack and I lay there holding each other until the sun comes up. I get up and walk over to my wardrobe. I pick out a pair of jeans, a black t-shirt, and white Converse. As soon as I
Samantha's POV:Samantha :My breath shakes and my heart speeds up. A dead man with a mask shaped to be Jack's face is laying next to me. I gather up all of my courage and lift the mask off his face. My previous meal rises up my throat. I don't hold back.His face is so ruined the only kind of identification would be his teeth. It looks as if he was burned to death. Even if the majority of his body is scarred, I can still feel the fear radiating off of him. I don't realize I'm crying until a drop lands on his face. I wipe at my cheek."Please meet the host in the dining area. To get there follow the lighted pathway."I jump at the voice, "Wh-Who is that?" I look around searching for the speaker. "Please meet the host in the dining area. To get there follow the lighted pathway." It repeats. All of a sudden, I hear a loud creaking noise and the door flies open. I get out of the bed and do as I am instructed.I shake in fear. By host, do they mean Michael or Markus? I cross my arms and r
Samantha's POV:There has to be a way out of here, I think. My wolf, Jupiter, yearns for her mate. I look around. I notice a chair placed right next to the window. I rush over to the chair and throw it. The glass shatters. I rush over to the window.All I see is black, maybe it's dark out. I'm getting out of here. My hand is automatically met by a hard surface. Concrete. I let out a scream of frustration. "YOU CAN'T KEEP ME HERE!" I yell. "MY PACK WILL FIND ME AND ALL OF YOU WILL DIE!"I enter a stage of hysterics. A tiny voice in the back of my head is telling me I'll never get out of here. The pack doesn't have their Alpha to guide them. I hope Dean and Genelia are there. Oh God, Genelia! The event comes rushing back to me.Jack's eyes widen. I hear something fall behind me. "Genelia?" Blood drips down her forehead, and Oliver drags her body away. "Thanks for my mate, love." Oliver winks and disappears with my best friend. "NO!" I'm too slow.My heart drops. I let Oliver get Genelia
Samantha's POV:Genelia Fosters:"Are you ready?"She grabs my head."No." And I meant it with all my heart. We are walking into a trap. I can feel it in my bones. An unsure feeling oozed up my leg and into my brain. This is a bad idea.We approach our demons. The two men look at me. Their eyes are glued to my stomach. Michael and Markus didn't know.For some reason, this brought a smirk to my face, but I kept the gesture to myself. The smirk never became more than an idea. They whisper to one another."We're here." Samantha speaks out."Yes, I see." Markus replies with sarcasm."I brought you want you want. Just leave Jack alone." Samantha acts so brave and strong. And she truly is. Over the past few months, Samantha has changed indefinitely. If I were to describe the Samantha I knew when I was younger, you'd think she was someone else. Samantha is courageous.Markus and Michael look amused. They think we're just kids. Me and Samantha are. We're both seventeen year olds. By law, we a
Samantha's POV:Samantha Skylar Wright:I lay on the ground listening to a familiar voice. If what I think is true, a ghost of my best friend, Genelia, is haunting me during my stay in Hell."Goodbye, Samantha." The visitor says and disappears. I am about to call out her name, when I notice the sound of a door handle shaking. I realize my current state. I stretch out my limbs as quick as I can. I'm getting out of here today.One thing sits in my mind. "Samantha, he is not far at all." When the creature said that my body filled with chills. It was cryptic and mysterious, but somehow it gives me the boost I need. All hope is restored."What the bloody hell? How did you get out of those ropes?" A strange man wonders. He is about thirty-five years, five feet and nine inches, his muscles bulge out of his shirt, and his head is not accompanied by hair, but tattoos instead. I cannot fathom all the ink stitched into his body.It all looks like a permanent mess, yet still beautiful. His nose i
In Samantha's dream:"Samantha, please. This can all end easily." A young girl's voice surrounds me. "No, it cannot." I refuse to listen to the temptations. "Yes, it can. Side with us. We can protect you from all harm." The voice gets closer to me, but more quiet. I see the silhouette of a small girl. Elizabeth."Protect me from harm?" I yell discourteously. Elizabeth nods. Stupid girl."All you people have done, is harm me. I couldn't sleep at night because I was so terrified that Michael or Markus or anyone was going to come for me and kill Jack. Elizabeth, we were friends. You helped me, I would've done the same to you." I inform her."No, you couldn't have. Michael and Markus were there for me. My sister was dying and they helped me see the light. They heightened my powers, they gave me the strength to heal Clara. They saved her life. I owe them mine." Elizabeth leaves me speechless. But this single act of good, doesn't make up for a decade of bad."You do not owe them a thing, El
Samantha's POV:As I make my way to the doors I have to walk through. My breath grows uneven. These are the steps for the rest of my life, I say to myself.Butterflies emerge in my stomach as I stare at the scene in front of me. Nothing could compare to this moment. I stare at my pack members who are all smiling vivaciously at me, I can't help but smile back. The rose petals on the floor drag along with my dress, but I don't care. I am happy.My hair tickles my bare shoulders. I stare at my dad who is holding my arm so tight. "You look beautiful, Samantha. I hate to say it, but you're all grown up." My dad's eyes fill with tears as we approach the alter. Mine do as well. "I love you, dad." We reach our destination. I turn to my father, the man who has guided me and taught me, as I prepare to say goodbye for the second time. There's nothing good about goodbyes, I don't know why it's in the name.I hug him and wipe away a tear, many people awe at this event. We pull apart and my dad loo
Samantha's POV:I stare down at my ring finger. It seems like just yesterday I was at the mercy of Michael and Markus, but now I am free. But most importantly, I am me.A smile finds its way to my face when I stare at him. He's pretending to be asleep, but I'm not complaining. His hair isn't untamed, it's cut shorter and always looks the same. His lips seem more plush than ever. He looks peaceful.Michael and Markus are not dead. I haven't asked when he's finishing them off, and I don't plan to. I have no concern for either one of them. They've been in our dungeons for over a month now, just letting death come to them. I know their living conditions are rash, but so is all they have done.The diamond ring sparkles as the morning sun hits it. In the past month, Jack and I have been busy. We want our lives to be back on track as fast as possible. Five weeks ago, Jack proposed. It was unexpected.My day seems to drag on forever. Jack sends me out to the town to see what my people need fr
Samantha's POV:After a few moments pass by, Jack comes by and gets me. He's clean. He smells more like himself than he has in a long time. The scars and bruises won't go away easily, but they'll last as reminders for all that we've overcome. I smile as I stare at his face. He notices and looks back down at me. "You smell awful." Definitely is not what I expected to hear.After my longest shower ever, I find a robe hanging on the wall. I'd been in such a rush to get into the shower, that I completely forgot to grab something for after. I smile as I reach out for the robe.I place it on and feel the soft fabric sit on my skin. I sigh in comfort. I'd been longing for all of this, my home and the safety of it. I walk out the bathroom and the smoke follows. Jack sits on the bed, reading a book, and drinking tea out of the cutest teacup I've ever seen. I giggle at the picture."What are you laughing at?" I shake my head. "Nothing." I walk over to my closet to find something comfortable."I
Samantha's POV:"Wake up, Samantha." The strong voice of Michael sounds. I look around for him. Michael shows up behind and tree and slowly makes his way to me. "What am I doing here?" I'm in the woods. The same place Elizabeth took me to talk about leaving Jack."Do you know why I continue this whole thing?" He looks up at the sky. There are no birds. No clouds. There is light, yet no sun. "You wanted to get back at Jack's family for stealing your mate away." I answer correctly. Michael shakes his head. I furrow my eyebrows.He looks down from the sky and into my eyes. Michael circles me. "At first, yes. I envied them for having the life with her I was supposed to. But, then I just felt entitled to something. They owed me everything. So, I set out for their pack, to be its Alpha."This logic is nonsensical. I try to figure out how he came to that conclusion, but Michael puts it all together for me. He feels that since they took something from him, he takes their birth-given right."N
Samantha's POv:I stare closely at my brother, Isaac as he speaks. Nothing about him has changed. He is still the brave and caring man, I used to know. I smile. It's great to know some things in life are never effected by evil.Isaac explains everything. He tells us that when we were first taken, Emily and Philip reached out to our allies. Including his pack, Saver Moon. Isaac is apart of the pack's most trusted guards. So, when they all sat down for a meeting about Alpha Hughes and his mate, he found out his sister had been abducted."I told Alpha Aleksander about our relationship and he saw it fit that I was the one to get you out. Brutus here, tagged along." Brutus nods in agreement. "Luna Hughes, my apologizes for all the harm I caused you." Brutus looks down at the ground. Luna Hughes, I like that."I understand, Brutus. Isaac, thank you for saving us." I state. My brother smiles at me and opens his arms for a hug, I accept the gesture. "I missed you, Samantha ." Isaac whispers i
Samantha's POV:Before anyone can say anything more, a feeble woman walks through and hands a plate to me and Jack. Then, another woman walks in to feed us. The food is all mush. I can't tell what it originally was, it lacks flavor and color. I close my mouth. I will not eat more of that. "You need to eat." Her voice is croaky and low. I shake my head. "No."She gets up and leaves. I watch the woman feeding Jack, while Jack watches me. There is a slight look of contempt on his face every time the woman feeds him. He tries multiple times to stop, but she keeps giving him more. Soon, the whole plate is gone and Jack looks sickly."Jack, are you alright?" I check. He shakes his head, "No." As soon as that's said, I get an ominous feeling. Jack's eyes roll back into his head. "No!" I scream and scream. "Jack! Can you hear me? Jack!" Tears sprint down my face. They blur my vision and make it hard to breathe. I pull as hard as I can to release myself, it fails.Jack's head begins shaking, a
Samantha's POv:I wake up. I'm in a different cell. This one is already accompanied by a man. A man that reeks of roses and vanilla. Oh, my God. I try to get up but I am pulled back down by chains."Jack!" I scream out to the unconscious man. "Jack!" I yell and yell. He doesn't get up. I know he isn't dead, I can hear his heart beat. But he sure is in a lot of pain.A small groan comes from his side of the room. He is awake. "Jack." I say one last time. He looks at me and blinks a few times. "Samantha, my darling. What have they done to you?" Jack examines my body. "I'm fine, Jack. How are you?" He looks terrible. Yes, he is still very much attractive, but parts of his face are swollen and bruised. He has multiple cuts on his body and a huge gash in his calf. "Do not worry about me. I'm going to kill all of them for touching you, Samantha. I promise you." His passion for revenge scares me, but someone has to answer for all this mayhem and war. "Jack, please. I-I fear that Michael is
In Samantha's dream:"Samantha, please. This can all end easily." A young girl's voice surrounds me. "No, it cannot." I refuse to listen to the temptations. "Yes, it can. Side with us. We can protect you from all harm." The voice gets closer to me, but more quiet. I see the silhouette of a small girl. Elizabeth."Protect me from harm?" I yell discourteously. Elizabeth nods. Stupid girl."All you people have done, is harm me. I couldn't sleep at night because I was so terrified that Michael or Markus or anyone was going to come for me and kill Jack. Elizabeth, we were friends. You helped me, I would've done the same to you." I inform her."No, you couldn't have. Michael and Markus were there for me. My sister was dying and they helped me see the light. They heightened my powers, they gave me the strength to heal Clara. They saved her life. I owe them mine." Elizabeth leaves me speechless. But this single act of good, doesn't make up for a decade of bad."You do not owe them a thing, El
Samantha's POV:Samantha Skylar Wright:I lay on the ground listening to a familiar voice. If what I think is true, a ghost of my best friend, Genelia, is haunting me during my stay in Hell."Goodbye, Samantha." The visitor says and disappears. I am about to call out her name, when I notice the sound of a door handle shaking. I realize my current state. I stretch out my limbs as quick as I can. I'm getting out of here today.One thing sits in my mind. "Samantha, he is not far at all." When the creature said that my body filled with chills. It was cryptic and mysterious, but somehow it gives me the boost I need. All hope is restored."What the bloody hell? How did you get out of those ropes?" A strange man wonders. He is about thirty-five years, five feet and nine inches, his muscles bulge out of his shirt, and his head is not accompanied by hair, but tattoos instead. I cannot fathom all the ink stitched into his body.It all looks like a permanent mess, yet still beautiful. His nose i