Zev's povI was paying attention to class when Raiden moved Atalanta’s hair out of the way. She had a strappy dress on that was a few sizes too big. It reached just below her knees, but because of its size, it dipped down when she sat down, revealing a lot of her back.Although most of her hair was covering the skin, until Raiden moved it.He leaned forward, his chin resting on his right hand, while the left traced circles on her back.There were small scars on her back, different from the ones that happened during what she claimed was a cooking accident.Not touching the scars, Raiden circled around them. Atalanta began breathing heavy and slow, sounding like she would fall asleep any second.I wish I was the one touching her.No. No, I don’t.Focus on the class, Zev! I scolded myself.Yet when Atalanta didn’t know the answer, it was me who helped her. Not Raiden.The next class was without Atalanta, and it felt good to be able to pay attention without either Raiden or Atalanta distr
Raiden’s pov “Are you up for a date tonight? Or we could head straight to your room.” Lisa said seductively. While I normally like a woman who knows what she wants, some parts of me wanted to say no. The appeal just wasn’t there. But I had to prove to myself and to Zev that this wasn’t about that big, blue-eyed little mouse. That little timid woman who smells like lavender and something fruity. Mom always picks lavender, puts it in the palm of her hand, and rubs her hands together. I used to do it too; my hands would smell like lavender, and I love the scent. It’s like a reminder of my childhood. The packhouse garden is filled with lavender plants, and when the wind blows in the right direction, the whole air smells like it. Atalanta smelled like that, but there was a hint of something else that I couldn’t put my finger on. Something citrusy. It didn’t matter anyway. “Yeah, why not?” I replied, earning a smile from Lisa. She was one of the new students, and she had be
Zev's povI love Grace and Ethan, but they can be a bit overbearing sometimes. And she is just as intuitive as Raiden, always knowing when I’m not feeling well.But I actually didn’t mind calling her this time. I had enough ammunition to get her to focus on her son, if I needed to.Raiden called his mom to videocall, and she immediately picked up. “First of all, it’s really good to see you guys. Secondly, why don’t you text back?”“We’re kind of busy, mom... It's not like we're just sitting around doing nothing.” Raiden replied. I didn’t realize we both weren’t texting her back as frequently as we normally do.“Busy sleeping with every girl there?” Grace replied, raising her eyebrow at me.“Well, actually.” I teased Raiden. “He just cancelled a date to call you.”“Then there really must be something wrong.” Grace said, giving me a knowing wink.He rolled my eyes at me, “and Zev is seeing someone.”“I’m not!” Maybe I protested a bit too much, because Grace giggled at the two of us.“Who
Atalanta’s pov“What are you doing?” Suzie asked, making me flinch. I put my head down, ready to be scolded.“Lana… why are you cleaning our room?”I slowly looked up to find her staring at me with an expression that looked a lot like concern. However, I had no clue how to respond. Why wouldn’t I clean the room?Suzie came closer, “the first time it happened, I just figured you were being nice. But I can clean my own stuff, Atalanta. It’s not your job to tidy my side or clean the room from top to bottom every day.”“It isn’t?” I asked surprised. It has always been my job to clean up everyone’s mess.“No. I am responsible for the mess I made. And in this case, it might have looked like a mess to you, but there was a system to the madness.” Suzie explained. Her whole desk had been covered in random papers; there was not an inch left of it. So I had placed them all on a pile before cleaning her desk.The concept of everyone being responsible for their own mess was foreign to me. From a yo
Raiden’s povShit. I stormed off in anger, leaving my best friend, little mouse, and Suzie behind. It probably looked like some temper tantrum to them, and I didn’t care right now.Yesterday night messed with my head. I had been so desperate to prove to Zev that he was wrong, that I had sex when I wasn’t even in the mood.This was the first time in my life that I had made myself have sex. I felt dirty and weird.After Lisa entered my room, we began kissing each other, but I just wasn’t feeling it. It wasn’t like she sucked at kissing; it simply lacked passion. Mostly on my part.It had never bothered me before, but suddenly it didn’t feel enough. I barely knew Lisa, and I had fucked girls whose personalities I didn’t really like before. But yesterday, I needed more than just lust.I tried to compensate by focusing on her pleasure. Sex doesn’t feel right unless I make a woman cum first. It’s not just that I feel like it’s the right thing to do; it’s usually a big turn-on as well. It ma
Atalanta’s pov No good. I am no good. I ran while trying to keep the tears in. I couldn’t let Raiden know how much he had hurt me. He wouldn’t care anyway; it would probably only bring him joy to see the weak little mouse cry because of him. It’s what my parents always told me. No good. Only good to clean up after them. I am a mistake. Never should have been born. Unwanted and not good enough. Never good enough. And it wasn’t just because I am not a boy. I don’t have any talent. I’m not strong. I complain too much, and I’m in the way. I’m too short, and I am weak, dumb, and a waste of space. For a little while, I thought maybe people here would think differently. For a second, I thought that maybe my parents were wrong. But they aren’t. I’m no good. I am pretty sure I’m actually the opposite of good, considering the thoughts I’ve been having. Becoming friends with werewolves? Having dirty thoughts about werewolves? Caring about them? They are monsters, even if t
Zev’s povSuzie grabbed Atalanta’s back before class; we couldn’t see her, but she was never late to class. So she figured we’d meet Atalanta there. When class started and Atalanta wasn’t there yet, I felt some worry, and I could see Suzie looking around as well.The three of us had all begun to care for Atalanta in our own way. It wasn’t hard to do. While I hated the term little mouse, I understood why Raiden used it. Atalanta always seemed on edge, and she was so vulnerable.That quality was dangerous, especially here, surrounded by alpha males and cunning shewolves who wanted nothing more than to be a Luna.The teacher had randomly paired people, although the more I looked around, the more it became clear that he had picked new students and combined them with students that had been here for at least six months.Dylan was paired with Atalanta, but she wasn’t there yet. Mr. Bianco offered to pair up with Dylan, but she rushed in.The teacher had already explained some of what we were
Raiden’s pov“Stay here!” Mr. Bianco growled at me. “I will deal with you later.” He got some guys to help carry Dylan out of the gym. The motherfucker couldn’t walk. He couldn’t see either, since I beat his face to a pulp. There weren't enough curse words to describe the anger I felt for the bastard. I wish I would have killed him, but I was happy that he would be in pain for a few days or more.I had watched from a distance, making sure Dylan wasn’t pushing Atalanta too much. It was clear she had no training. Even simple things, like hitting Dylan, she didn’t do right. Not only did she start with her thumb inside her fingers, making it likely to break, she didn't use her whole body, only her arm. Dylan didn't show her how to stand in a figting stance, howBut instead of teaching her the right way, he just kept barking orders at her. I couldn't, however, spend the entire class staring at her as if I were some sort of stalker. She looked really good, too. She was filling out her spor
Raiden’s povAlthough we don’t celebrate Christmas, because you know, we don’t believe in Jesus or God, we do have our own celebration. Our celebration is rooted in pagan holidays such as Saturnalia, the winter solstice, and Yule, which also serve as the basis for Christmas, but we won't delve into that.The lights, the tree, the gifts—it's all there. Just no Santa and definitely no nativity stable and stuff.But I was working to a point… My point is, we have watched a few Christmas movies, and I am familiar with some of the songs.And the one that keeps repeating in my head is, “he’s making a list. He’s checking it twice.”I have a list as well. It’s sort of like a naughty or nice list, but it only contains those who have been bad. Those that need punishment.And I am not talking about some coal in their stocking. No… Just some good old-fashioned murder.First on my list is, of course, that fucking dickhead General Sweets. Not far behind are mommy dearest and stepdaddy. I’ve already
Atalanta’s povI looked around me, trying to hear and see if anyone noticed me. I had run here quickly, and with my size, I wasn’t as noticeable as Raiden or Zev. But I am still a wolf in a hunter's village.Everyone around me seemed too busy with the wolves near the borders of the village. People were either hiding or going out to fight, none of them expecting one of the wolves had already gotten through.I could run back. I could stick to the plan. But this is probably where the scout is being held. This could be a chance to free him.While I had my eyes closed during the night the General took me down to his laboratory, I could still hear and smell. And the only other person who was there was the doctor. Most of the people here weren’t even aware of the experiments the General performed.There could be a chance he was hiding him elsewhere, a place prisoners usually are kept. But I had this feeling in my gut. General Sweets would want more than information if he found a strong male w
Atalanta’s povTo say I was freaking out was an understatement. The only thing holding me together was reminding myself why we were doing this.It was for our future. Raiden, Zev, and I together, having our own family.And a safe place to raise that family with people that we cared about.I don’t know when the idea of having a family, of having a baby, popped up in my head. It might have been because of Zev’s letter.Even now that we’re marked, he continues to write me little notes or letters on the days I’m scheduled to work alongside Raiden or Odin.In one of them he shared how Suzie made him see sense by showing him what he could have. He described this family, with us as parents. There was no intent behind it, no pressure for me to have a baby. He was just saying that in a perfect world, one day that could be us.And it made sense. Zev and I both wanted a loving family more than anything. Raiden already has a loving family, so he’s in less of a hurry.‘And he wants you all to hims
Zev’s pov“Do you think Odin remembers what I told him about hunters using the bow and arrow first? because it makes less noise?” Lana asked while Raiden kissed her neck.She moaned softly as I unbuttoned her shirt, as instructed by Raiden during the meeting.‘We’re going to distract our mate as much as possible while enjoying each other to the fullest.’ Raiden had mindlinked me earlier. ‘I need your help, because I’m pretty sure she’s freaking the fuck out.’He had used his stupid alpha voice when he asked me. I’m not even sure he realizes he uses a different voice for some things. It’s like more authoritarian, lower somehow?To me it just sounds stupid, because I’ve grown up with the man. Honestly, it sounds like a little boy's version of how a big, strong man should sound.But if it makes him feel good, who cares, right?I removed one sleeve, and then the next, while Raiden’s kisses went lower. “He knows, little mouse.”Lana looked at me, “first bows, then guns, then knives for clos
hi, I'm sorry for the lack of updates. Last Friday I had a meeting about my oldest and the school informed me he is doing so well, they think he can transfer to a different type of school. so, from special education to a school that still has smaller classes, but the kids there need less help. he's currently going to a school with kids who are on the autism spectrum, have adhd or behavior issues. it would be a chance for him to be in a classroom that isn't as loud or disruptive. Anyway, I've been busy contacting schools and visited two today. also my husband got a vasectomy today, so I'm his nurse lol. tomorrow I should be able to write. but I wanted to explain why it's been a bit hard to find time. I'm fine, just busy.
Raiden’s povBeing the alpha is fucking awesome. Especially when you have many people around to do all the parts of the job you don’t want to do. I’m the alpha of delegating.I don’t like numbers, so, Zev, why don’t you and Stephen handle it?I’d rather hang out with my mate instead of speaking to a girl I used to hook up with once, because she has a complaint. Suzie, you’ve got this. Go speak to someone who's probably going to be pissed because I don't remember anything past her name.I need to talk to some alphas who are supposed to be our allies. You know what, Dad… Aah, fuck, that is actually something only an alpha can do.To send someone else would look like I was disrespecting them. Not that I respect most of these dickheads; they’ve been working against me and my mate behind our backs.But it’s been a few weeks now since we took over, and I think it’s time to start hunting these hunters. And I’d rather do it with more people than less.Which means I need other packs to support
Atalanta’s pov“Are you getting your period or something?” Raiden asked before Zev hit him against his arm.“You can’t just ask a woman that!”Raiden rolled his eyes, “as if you would know when she’s about to have her period; you have only been back in this relationship for a little over a week.”“That’s not the point!” Zev argued back, while I stayed quiet, watching them fight over nothing.“What is the fucking point then?” Raiden asked. “Atalanta has been more quiet than usual and a bit grumpy,” he looked at me. “Sorry, little mouse, but you are a bit moody.” Then went back to Zev, “it’s just a question.”Zev sighed, “it could be many things, and to blame it on hormones is so immature.”“Besides,” Suzie added. “Lana was probably never allowed to behave differently during her periods back home, so who knows how differently she acts around that time? I mean, I never noticed anything, and we shared a room.”Raiden looked at her while shaking his head in disbelief, “you do know we share
Atalanta’s pov“Today was perfect, everything… Just, thank you, Lana. The breakfast, my surprise, the party. I’ll thank the rest later, but I knew you had a hand in most of it.” Suzie said, as we walked to the woods together.“Not the car; I had no idea Raiden was doing that.” I replied.“Yeah, that’s crazy.” Suzie laughed nervously.“Are you sure you want me there and not him?” I knew it might be better if her future alpha was here, instead of someone who had only shifted once.She shook her head, “no. I want you there. Besides, if Stephen and Raiden were both there, they would end up bickering, and I would be too busy telling them to shut up to shift.”I giggled, “probably.”“Besides, your first shift was so different. With the being knocked out and everything. I think you need a do-over. And I like the idea of doing this together with someone for the first time. I don’t need someone telling me what to do; I have my wolf for that. I just need people around me who have my back. Who wi
Raiden’s pov‘It was so beautiful to see, and I just can’t believe how well the shift went.’ Atalanta said this as we ran back to the packhouse, still in our wolf shape.‘Uh-huh,’ I replied.She giggled, ‘you don’t want to talk right now?’‘No,’ I answered truthfully, until Zev loudly scoffed in our shared mindlink.‘Raiden! You can’t just say that!’‘Little mouse, normally I would love to hear all about how you supported your friend and how well your second time shifting went. I would love nothing more than to hear every single detail about tonight, but after. Not now.’Our mate giggled, while Zev growled. ‘You’re such an ass.’I sighed, ‘Zev… You know me better than anyone. Do you honestly think I possess the patience to listen to a story mere minutes after our mate informed us she wants to mark me?’‘Us.’“Yeah, whatever us. Do you think I’d actually be able to listen to anything she has to say? It would be a disservice to our sweet mate to let her tell her story about tonight, beca