Samantha's POV:The day goes by slowly, without a single checkup from Emily. I can't believe she didn't come to see me. It's not like she follows Alpha Hughes' rules anyway. Then around six pm, Alpha Hughes comes by again with Emily. I can feel the smile lift on my face."I'm introducing you to the pack today. Emily if you pull anything. I swear you're gone." He has a tight hold on her wrists. I can see a bruise start to form. We're in my closet and she's going through all the possible outfits. "You don't want to look trashy, but you also don't want to look like you're trying too hard." She whispers to herself. Then she gasps. Whatever it is I'm wearing tonight, Emily finds it. The outfit is actually so me. I mean, my own mother doesn't even know what I like. And I've known Emily for about three days and she's like my best friend. Best friend. Genelia! Oh my gosh, I can't believe that I haven't thought about her that much. But now that I am, I miss her so much. I wonder how she's doi
Samantha's POV:The next morning I realize that Alpha Hughes is still in bed. I take this opportunity to study his facial features more thoroughly. Like his simple beardwhich he never shaves .His eyebrows are scrunched even in his sleep, it’s as if he’s dreaming of killing someone . His skin is flawless. In all honesty, he’s handsome. But how can someone so perfect, be a murderer? I decide that even if I do absolutely nothing today, I should still put on some clothes.I don’t feel like showering this morning, so I’ll do it tonight. As I made my way to my closet I stop at the sound of Alpha Hughes’s voice. “What are you doing? "He questions. I turn to face him. “I just thought I sh-should get d-dressed, Alpha.”I inform. “Okay, but don’t look slutty again. We’re having breakfast with my Beta. ”I nod and go to my closet. Normally, Emily will be picking out my clothes, but due to the current situation she isn’t. I, of course, have no idea what to wear. Emily always mutters something w
Samantha's POV:Emily makes sure that the driver doesn't tell Alpha Hughes about the visit. Goddess knows he'll be in as much trouble as me. The pack house is in view in about twenty minutes of driving. When we get out of the town car Emily reminds me not to tell Alpha Hughes. Then I remember my question for her. "Do you know anyone named Michael?" Ouch. Someone pushes me against a wall. I can tell by the scent it's Alpha Hughes. "Samantha, what do you know about Michael?" His deep voice presses against my neck."U-Um, I don't know anything. He j-just told me to t-tell you he-he says hello." I choke out. Alpha Hughes stares me in the eyes. "What did you tell him?" I don't answer. "WHAT DID YOU TELL HIM?" He yells. "I didn't tell him anything, he read my thoughts." "What the hell were you thinking?" For a long time I try to string the right words together. But miserably fail and end up with a mess of words. "I-I, uh, um, well, u-uh-" Alpha Hughes stops my stuttering."Go to my room.
Samantha's POV:We finally arrive at around six o'clock. Alpha Hughes has hidden weapons all over him incase the witches try something. We walk over to a small cabin. A teenage lady sits on her porch. "Jack Hughes? Surprise, Surprise!" I assume she's Elizabeth."Hello, Clara, is Elizabeth here?" Alpha Hughes questions. "She's in the backyard playing. I'll show you to her." Clara answers and guides us. Elizabeth's a lot younger than I assumed. "What do you want Jack?" Elizabeth stands tall. "This is my mate, Samantha." All eyes are on me. Kind of like breakfast this morning. Elizabeth examines me. She notices the bruises. "How's the bruise on your side?" She asks. I furrow my eyebrows."I can see through your shirt and by the look on Jack's face you didn't tell him." Elizabeth smirks. Alpha Hughes grabs my arms and pulls me into his chest. "You lied to me?" Alpha Hughes sneers. I contemplate talking and in the end the best thing for me to do is nod, which I do. "Don't talk at all." He
Samantha's POV:I open my eyes. They're instantly blinded by the silk curtain being wide open, welcoming in the morning sun. This is my favorite part of the morning, when you first wake up. Who knows what adventure the day holds? "Keep your head up! Do you think that you'll know where to punch if you're not looking?" Alpha Hughes yells. Just like the day before, we're training. And he isn't going easy on me, either. My tank top kept falling off of my shoulder so, I am constantly fixing it."Either take the shirt off or don't fix it." He states. The other men around me heard him and every one of them that don't have mates, stare. I decided it'd be best for me to keep it on. Ten minutes later and we stop. Someone comes up to Alpha Hughes and pulls him away from me. I start to feel awkward as I'm standing here. "I heard Alpha Hughes killed three guys just for talking to her." "Yeah! One of them actually tried to rape her." "Should we go talk to her?" "Nah, it's best if we stay away
Samantha's POV:The woman and her kid We met at the restaurant ,made me think about kids. And thinking about kids made me think about names. I always adored the name Nick. For a boy of course, for a girl maybe Kayla. The dream was to have two kids, or no kids at all.I never wanted to go through the pain of birth. People die from giving birth. Not until recently, the idea of actually parenting a kid, sounded sweet. Genelia told me that birth is only temporary, it ends. I remember our conversation exactly."What do you mean you don't want kids?" She looks at me with a glint of astonishment in her eyes."It's not like that! I mean, sure kids would be great, but, having to birth a kid won't be." I explain to her. Genelia still looks like she's about to shake me until I want to birth a child. "Your parents did." Genelia argues. "And I love them for it, but I'm still open for adoption." Genelia shakes her head and me and continues to paint her nails . Genelia and I don't talk about it for
Samantha's POV:It all happens so fast. Everyone's in their own state of panic. Besides me. I'm stun. Nothing makes sense anymore. My whole life was fine before I met Alpha Hughes, I was happy, and I didn't have a narcissistic werewolf trying to kill me. Philip doesn't know what to do. Dean doesn't know what to do. Alpha Hughes doesn't know what to do. We're all clueless."Should we just send her to the Dominican Republican now?""No! We still have three months.""Well, explain that to Michael and Markus because I think they want all of us dead, right now.""What are we gonna do, Jack?""I'm trying to figure this out.""What are you trying to figure-""HOW WE HAVE A SOCIOPATHIC KILLER ABLE TO GET ON OUR TERRITORY WITH OUR DEAD BROTHER!""Well, damn, big bro.""You dingus, why the hell would you ask that?""Shut up, Dean.""You shut up!""No, you!""No, you!""No, you!""WILL BOTH OF YOU FUCKING SHUT UP!""Sorry, Alpha.""Sorry, Jack."The feud I've gotten used to. But that doesn't mak
Samantha's POV:I wake up and my head is pounding. I let out a small moan, indicating pain. My eyes go in and out of focus as I try to figure out where I am. Nothing I've seen before.The room is dimly lit, there aren't any windows, the floor and walls are brown and covered in blood. Not mine, I suppose. In front of me there is a door, and the door also doesn't have any windows. I then find out that I'm strapped to a chair in the middle of the room.My first instinct is to scream. When I do, it's muffled by the rag in my mouth. The rag tastes like salt. I despise salt and I start to gag."Ah, I see our guest has awaken!" Michael walks in. I start to shake around, but the hold on my gets tighter."Don't move, darling, you'll only make it worse." He whispers into my ears. I want to scream, yell, cry. I'm only capable of crying. So, I go with that."Markus! Get in here!"Markus? He's here?Markus is a very good-looking man. His defined features and perfected hair, make him practically ir
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