Was I the reason the bond hadn’t completed?
Did I need to be the one to go first… to let whatever it was come out? Maybe because she was human, that was the only way?
Or maybe humans just couldn’t release whatever this thing was?
I had a gross mental image for a minute from that movie “Aliens.” I shuddered. Fuck, I hoped when it did come that it wouldn’t hurt.
But that was stupid. No one ever talked about the bond hurting. That was the point. Having your mate so close, so connected was the opposite of hurt. Or so I’d been told.
So I thought back on the words Mack had chosen. Chewing them over.
~ CARA ~I woke up to Rig’s touch, and it was so delicious, prickling and tingling down my back, I didn’t want to move at first.But then he sighed. Only a small sigh. A heavy breath. But I felt… something. I could feel that something was wrong. Even though he touched me so gently and lay so quietly… I could feel him.“What’s wrong?”I had to turn around to face him and ask a second time before he admitted it.“I’m just… terrified to lose you.”Seeing the blazing love in his eyes, that burning
If you like music while you read, try “Meaning” by Nathan Wagner. It’s what I listened to while writing Rig’s perspective here.*****~ RIG ~Loving Cara was a bird of prey, with inch-long talons buried in my heart. It lifted me off my feet and shot me into the atmosphere.I could scream and close my eyes, or I could marvel at how small the world looked from here.My entire body trembled.Surrender. Surrender. Surrender.The word rolled in my head like waves pounding the beach, incessant, but comforting.Trust.Give everything.
If you like music while you read, try “Surrender” by Natalie Taylor. It’s what I listened to while writing this song, and is perfect for Cara’s heart here!*****~ CARA ~Rig taking me the second time was new and different, and utterly overwhelming.His intensity in his kiss, in his eyes, had already got my body thrilling. But there was something else—something he pulled from the darkness… as if he was giving it away. Giving it to me.He entered me and my head fell back against my will, a strange noise breaking in my throat.Above me he groaned my name, his breath hissing between his teeth. Fisting the pillow next to my head, he looked as if he might actually lose
~ RIG ~My chest heaved. I was afraid I was going to crush her, so I forced myself up onto my elbow, but I couldn’t bear the thought of separating from her yet, so I just laid there, gaping at her like an idiot, my hair falling into my eyes.“Cara… holy shit, did you feel that?”Her eyes sparkled when she opened them, her face softened by a beaming smile. “Are you serious? Of course I felt it. That was the bond?” Then her eyes dropped to my neck and widened and she clapped a hand there. “Shit! Rig—I’m so sorry! I bit you!”I laughed—giggled like a girl. “That’s the marking, Cara. It’s what wolves do when the bond completes. I didn’t even think about it—”
~ CARA ~There was an incredible moment when Rig started putting images and memories in my head—they were so much more than anything I could see with my eyes. Colored by feelings and sensations.He showed me the night he'd first accepted the bond, back when I was still completely ignorant.I felt the dual resolution and resignation in him, the knowledge that he was doomed to love me for the rest of his life whether I could feel the bond or not. The fear he'd felt that I wouldn't believe he'd committed to me.And his disgust with himself when I thought he was still sleeping with others.
~ RIG ~The next morning I brought her breakfast to the room.I made some toast and threw fruit, cheese and a couple glasses of orange juice on a tray and carried it back to the bedroom to find Cara standing at the window looking out at the trees in the dawn light.There were no lights on—neither of us needed them even when it was dark—so her small form was silhouetted at the window, but glowing at the edges from the pink light outside.She stood there in one of my robes that hung in the closet here. It was too big for her so she’d rolled up the sleeves. Her hair was messy, and when she turned her head, her lips were swollen from my kisses.She took my breath away.
~ CARA ~Nerves fluttered in my stomach, outright fear shoved adrenaline through my veins.Rig sat with his elbows on the table and his head in his hands, snarling at himself. “…didn’t think it all through. I was so sure we had it… I was so sure…”I reached across the little table and put a hand on his arm—it was steel under my hand. He was in crisis and I hated that I had no idea what to do to help him.“Rig, there’s no point whipping yourself with it now, it’s done. We have to… to figure out what we’re going to do when we leave, right?”He nodded, but didn’t speak, his eyes open but fixed on nothing, his jaw too tight I was worried he
If you like music while you read, try “River” by Bishop Briggs. It’s what I was listening to while writing this scene!*****~ CARA ~I giggled when he picked me up, but the nerves and tension of our conversation were still distracting me when he gently placed me back on my feet in the large bathroom.It was a beautiful little room—gold and brown marble tile, natural wood cabinets, a massive mirror over the sink countertop with lights marching in line around it, and thick, plush rugs on the cold floors.“Shower or bath?” Rig asked, his voice deep and rough.“Never have I ever…” I said a little breathlessly, then lost my nerve. “You choose,&
~ RIG ~ I let my upper lip curl up and bare my teeth. Let him see that he was dealing with a helluva lot more than a spoiled rich kid. His instincts were dulled by humanity and alcohol, but even his dimwitted senses caught the flash of my teeth. He stiffened. I smiled. “My wife wants to share her wedding with her Mom—we eloped, but we’ve just watched some friends getting married and it’s making her think about what we missed, so we’re going to do it properly. Make another memory. And Cara wants to share that with her mom. So, we’re going to renew our vows in front of everyone we care about. Which, sadly, includes you.” He smiled and I wanted to bite his face off. “You are invited,” I growled. “But you
SOUNDTRACK: “Your Daughter” by Chase McDaniel. ***** ~ RIG (Three weeks later) ~ Getting out of my jeep in the driveway of the house that was the site of Cara’s torture turned my stomach. My Alpha power—still difficult to contain at times, making me itchy and prone to aggression—surged as I took in the cracked cement with weeds and grass growing up, the overgrown flower beds now little jungles of three foot weeds, and the grass that was thin and patchy, and mostly dead. This was the place that her fucking father had made her believe no one could love her. This was the place she’d been hurt. This was the place I wanted to burn to the fucking ground. But for today, at least, that wasn’t the assig
SOUNDTRACK: “Unbearable” by Nathan Wagner. ***** ~ CHARLIE ~ Watching Mack salivate over Natalie as she walked up the aisle was a very specific kind of torment. Because even though I was supposed to be watching our friends publicly vow themselves, my eyes kept drifting back to Meg who, alongside Cara and Tessa, was standing with Natalie today. She looked… stunning. Natalie, always with the impeccable taste that I didn’t understand, but could fully appreciate, had draped all the girls in floor-length, light-green, figure-hugging-but-not-clinging dresses that revealed flesh without being suggestive. It was fucking torture.
~ MACK ~ When Natalie and Cara finally reached us on the stage, I knew that there was an exchange with the officiant. Cara and Rig said something, but I didn’t hear it. I just took Natalie’s hands and pulled her up to stand in front of me. I was aware of people speaking after that. The officiant—a wolf who’d been among the rebels, whose aunt was human, and had become ordained—spoke for a few minutes about marriage and what it meant, but all I could think about was the deep pools of her eyes, that hollow in her throat that she’d offered me the night before last, and how my entire blood hummed with love and desire and— There was a ripple of laughter. “Oh, what?” I asked. Someone had asked me something. Oh, right. “I do!”
SOUNDTRACK: “Don’t Give Up on Me” by Andy Grammar ***** ~ MACK ~ I had been shitting myself. Absolutely, one hundred percent, about-to-claw-my-own-hair-off, crapping my pants. When Cara told me about the human traditions around a wedding, and what she was planning to do with Rig for their vow renewal—which included not seeing or sleeping with each other the day before the ceremony, which sounded crazy—I’d joked with Natalie that we should do that too. I’d thought it would be cute and maybe increase anticipation for when we did come back together after the ceremony. I hadn’t banked on my mate getting cold feet about doing this in front of the packs, and how her nerves would kick my insecurities into gear—and that the whole damn thing would b
SOUNDTRACK: “Break Your Fall” by UNSECRET and Marc Scibilia. ***** ~ NATALIE ~ “This is stupid and… and indulgent and it doesn’t matter! I should never have agreed to this. It’s nothing but a dumb, human tradition and… it means nothing. I’m not doing it.” I stood in the bedroom that we’d made into a bridal suite—complete with three-way mirror—and folded my arms. I’d been staring at myself and all I could see were the imperfections. Tessa had done a beautiful job on my make up, but everything else just felt… sticky. My dress was a touch too tight around my breasts. There were too many people here and they were all going to be staring. I could feel Mack out there panting with nerves, but what if he didn’t like the dress? I should have shown it to him! Why had I let Cara talk me into all this traditional nonsense? “Natalie, you get your gorgeous ass out there and marry that man before he sweats through his Armani suit,” Cara growled. “Seriously, don’t make me turn it into an orde
~ RIG ~I started towards her, but was halted almost immediately as I watched in awe while my mate carved through lines of wolves as if they were butter.Claws, teeth, whirling body—despite her bulk, she moved like liquid, tail lashing and claws like wicked hooks designed to tear through fur and flesh.I shook and trembled because my father’s power was shifting to me and my veins were boiling with it—while the rest of me simmered in the rising rage and terror of the wolves around us.The transfer of Alpha should have been peaceful. There was an established hierarchy waiting, swelling with the newfound power. But my father was a liar and cheat, and he’d encouraged his wolves towards the same.The hierarchy, the elders, his advisors, every pack and family of power rolled towards us, howling in rage and fear.And my wolves, newly risen and brimming with the triumph of victory and the added confidence of success, tore right back to meet them.Mack, Charlie, Jack, and Natalie tore for me,
SOUNDTRACK: “Legendz” by AG and Devvon Terrell ***** ~ RIG ~ Everything slowed to a crawl, time seemed almost not to move at all as I watched my father go for my mate and I turned, twisting, pushing my body in ways I never had, panic screaming in my head, frantic to reach him before he got her. I couldn’t move fast enough. He was going to land at her feet before I did and his power would carry him right to her throat. She wasn’t equipped for this… It all washed through me in that second—the rage for what he’d done, the fury about his injustices, the anger that he would still cheat, even before the witnesses, and the shocking weight of grief because that was my mate. But then the second wave arrived that left me desperate, panicked, humiliated and hating myself. If she died right now it was my fault. My side screamed in pain as I launched myself after him, but my father seemed to hang in mid-air. I had time to see Cara bare her teeth and crouch. Everything moved so slowly I could
~ RIG ~My father saw the opening he’d been waiting for, gathered himself on his haunches and launched at me, the light of victory in his eyes.Instinctively, I didn’t even try to meet the attack, just leaped straight into the air in an attempt to deflect, dropping my chin, trying to hide my throat as my father snaked in—and to my horror, he would have taken me, except that was the moment Stephen howled in the link, then sent images to us both:Himself. Head bowed. Shoulders rolled forward. His human form submitted.To me.It was a boom of thunder right over my head. In any context, the submission of an Alpha brought al