QUADE
I woke up this morning with a purpose. One of which Sydney did not like. She wanted to be that strong Alpha that dealt with everything hands-on. I respected that because the way she handled things demanded everyone's respect. No one could fault her as an Alpha. However, with her expecting, things had to be taken care of differently.
And she did not like that one bit!
I had suggested that I handle the Huxley situation only because I still had my doubts about the arsehole. He was a man that never got caught unless he wanted to and he was a man that wasn't easily broken. For him to willingly want to talk to someone, it was suspicious. Even if that someone was Victor.
I feared if Huxley figured out that Sydney was pregnant then the news would somehow make it back to my father. Under no circumstances was he allowed to find out that my mate was about to have a pup. I would keep it a s
QUADEWe left the cells, Enzo and Zen getting to work on the task I set out for them. It was some sort of poetic justice having Huxley dumped on the castle's steps with no regard just like my sister had been. My father cared for no one but himself but I wanted him to feel a sliver of what I felt to find a dead body sprawled at your doorway. It wouldn't scar a monster like him as it did me but he would be angered and I fully planned to use that anger against him.Tane, Sylvain, and Victor followed me out, all of us making our way to the pack house. I had to admit, I was a little curious as to why Victor couldn't snap Huxley's neck when he had the perfect opportunity. It made no sense. After everything that man had done to him, wouldn't he want to execute some sort of revenge? An eye for an eye — that was what I was taught.I was never one to stay silent. It was part of the reason I was partially forthcoming wi
SYDNEY"How did you get these?" I murmured, tracing the pad of my finger over one of the many pink scars marking Quade's skin. He wished the tattoos did their job of hiding the scars away from me but they caught my eye each time. There was something painfully beautiful about every one of them. They held a story, the story of how he survived and persevered.He hissed, clenching the sheets in his tattooed fist, "You don't want to know."I looked up at him, meeting his cold gaze. His green orbs reminded me of the eerie forest at night. Cold, dark, and haunted with untold secrets that could scare the devil himself. I never thought I could remotely feel anything for the man holding me in bed at this moment, but the more I understood him, the deeper my feelings became. They were scratching on the surface of love but it wasn't there yet. I wasn't certain how he arrived to love so quickly but then again, I was the on
SYDNEYI sat at the kitchen island with a bowl of mixed fruit and plain yogurt in front of me. The rest of the pack were busy with morning training — Quade and Victor included — while the older women prepared breakfast. Sparring was out of the question for me which I missed. I tried to cram in a sparring session whenever I could when Victor was around. Now, I barely sparred and stuck to light exercises.Heather opted to skip training today entirely, joining me for breakfast instead. She wouldn't leave my side once she found out about the baby and both Quade and I let her gush and ultimately smother me the entire time. I could see the spark of appreciation lighting up Zen's nearly black eyes every time he saw Quade and I humor her.It had been a few weeks since my first check-up and I had a few more after that. I was officially sporting a baby bump now, one I skillfully hid under Quade's shirts. He never minde
SYDNEY "You're not going after him," Quade snarled, stepping in front of me and placing his hands against the backrest on either side of my head, "I'm serious, Sydney, you're not going to run after him and comfort him as he's some sort of lost fucking pup." "Quade, I'm only going to ask you this once," I asked lowly, challenging him because who the hell did he think he was talking to, "did you say something to set him off?" I watched his jaw muscle tick and his eyes swirl with steely silver, "I may have said some stuff." My lips automatically curved into a malicious snarl. Placing my palms flat against his chest, I shoved him away. He stumbled back and I used that as my opportunity to stand to my feet, "Why the fuck would you do that? Why can't you just let him be? You said it yourself, ignoring him is easy." "Yeah, it's not so fucking easy when you let him touch you
SYDNEYFor the first time since I had taken over being Alpha of the Green Forest pack, I didn't know what to do. I had not a clue of where I should turn or who I should go to. My father would have been able to answer all my questions but it was pride keeping me from asking him about Victor. Pride and the fact I wanted to hear about whatever was going on from the source itself.Victor did deserve his privacy. Every member of my pack had their right to their privacy. But not every member had secrets the way Victor had. If he truly did have the strength of an Alpha then he should have brought it to my attention. As the Alpha, it was his duty to inform me and my right to know how the hell it was even possible for him to possess something like that. How could I trust him if he was going to keep important things like this from me? He gave me a good reason to trust him all those years and now he was giving me a good reason to doubt
SYDNEY"Do you want me to come with you?" Quade murmured, snaking his arms around me from behind. He ducked his head into the crook of my neck and inhaled my scent before releasing a sigh."And make things worse? I don't think so," I answered, grinning at our reflection in the full-length mirror. We looked so different — him with his tattoos and piercings and me with my untouched skin.He groaned, darting his tongue out and licking up my neck, "Do you have to go now? You taste too good for me to let you leave.""Behave," I chastised, swatting his arm before turning in his hold. Swinging my arms over his shoulders, I said, "if you're there it will just aggravate the situation. He'll get mad and he won't want to talk."This morning I woke up and decided it was time Victor finally told me whatever he had been trying to hide. I couldn't keep defending him and justifying his actions. It had been a week since he and Quade got into that brawl and h
SYDNEY"I haven't accepted the title yet," Victor clarified through the link, "I don't think I want to.""You've got no choice. You're clearly an Alpha that's meant to lead them. Maybe you can help them, make them better," I suggested, edging my way toward him. Placing my hand on his extremely sculptured bicep, I said, "Maybe this will be good for you."This time it was him pulling away, hands balling at his side's until they turned a pale white, "I don't want to be an Alpha," his voice came through the link in a snarl and his eyes began flashing black. He was having trouble controlling his anger which continuously set his wolf off."Well, you don't exactly have a choice right now so let me help you the only way I know how," I challenged, standing my ground. He couldn't refuse his title just because he wanted to. That wasn't how it worked and I wouldn't allow it."There is a way you can help me," his voice dropped to a whisper which made no
SYDNEY"Give that back," Quade growled furiously, leaping onto the bed so he could grab ahold of me. I was faster than him, leaping off in time and sprinting to the other end of the room, "I'm not kidding, Sydney. Hand it over!""No!" I grimaced, pouting my lips and hugging the leather-bound book that I found under the bed to my chest, "Why can't I read it. What do you have to hide?" I brought the book forward enough to see his pack crest on the cover, "does it hold your pack secrets or something?"Running a tattooed hand through his damp locks, he sighed, "No, it doesn't hold pack secrets but it's personal and I don't want you to fucking read it." He stepped down from the bed and began fumbling with the hem of the t-shirt he wore, "that's my poetry book."His confession had his heart racing in his ribcage and a thin layer of sweat forming on his forehead. There was absolutely nothing for him
SYDNEY We were a few miles away from the Midnight Sun pack's border. Quade didn't want this meeting to be held on pack lands. In a way, I understood why. He didn't want to put the members of his pack in danger. So, here we stood in the middle of the forest that surrounded us in shadowed darkness. The array of colors that I could see during the day had transformed into blacks and dark greys and the cold breeze that whisked the air had shivers of unease crawling up my spine. "Here," Quade shrugged off his jacket, draping it over my shoulders, "he should be here soon. Enzo is lurking somewhere in case we need backup." Holding the jacket closer to me, I inhaled the scent that I could only associate with Quade. A scent that had my entire body calming instantly, "I can't wait to get back home to Titus." I hated leaving his side. How would I protect him from anything this far away?
SYDNEY It was cloudy. We arrived at the castle last night. It was nothing like what I expected. The place was genuinely scary with its gothic, grey stone outlook and high towers that reached up to the gloomy sky. When we arrived last night it held an even scarier air to it. The massive castle was both intimidating and cold. It was the perfect fit for a horror movie. When we arrived last night Quade's mother had already succumbed to the pain of losing her mate. Quade's reaction to the news was a simple shrug. He didn't seem to be bothered about it. The loss of his mother didn't seem to hurt him in the slightest. I couldn't imagine feeling that way in such a situation. Complete and utter nonchalance. I remembered when Quade had jumped in front of me to take that bullet all those months ago. He may have been my mate but I didn't care for him much then. Yet, I still couldn't stand the thought of losing him. I couldn't imagin
SYDNEYRieka purred as we watched Quade interact with Titus. We were proud of our mate and we sent a wave of that prideful feeling through the mate bond. A larger-than-life smile split his lips as he felt it. His wolfie grin had little dimples indenting in his cheek, his nose piercing catching a glint of light from the dull lighting fixtures of the hall.We had just had a ceremony officially making Sylvain the Alpha of the Green Forest pack. As much as it pained me to give up the title, it had to be done. It wasn't as if any power had drained from me in doing so. My brother may have gained strength by taking on the title but my power still outweighed his. At the end of the day, I was still an Alpha.It was quite late but Quade refused to part from Titus which meant we ended up bringing him to the ceremony. And Quade had never let him go, cradling Titus' little body into the crook of his arm with a glorious smile constantly pulling at his lips. He rocked Ti
SYDNEY"Mother," I groaned under my breath, placing Titus into his crib. It took me a while to get a male name close to Tatum's but I eventually found one to my liking. Quade still insisted on calling him Wolfe, though."Sydney," Lucille greeted, reluctantly stepping into the room. I was too tired to fight her.Some part of me, the little girl that still craved to have her biological mother's affection sort off rejoiced at the fact she came. The logical part of me, however, still grew angry whenever I thought of Lucille's life decisions."I'm glad you and the baby are okay," she smiled but it's faltered. Those eyes of hers, chocolate brown orbs that eerily reminded me of my own turned glassy, "thank you for letting me see him.""He's your grandson and," I paused, shifting my gaze to sleeping, Titus. He had a warped sleeping schedule — by that, I meant he hardly slept
QUADE"What the bloody hell's taking them so long?" I growled, pacing across the white floor of the waiting room. The smell of disinfectant agitated me. I couldn't wait to be out of here."It's going to take some time. The doctor said that what she did had weakened her body and induced her labor. They had to take her in immediately," Julian voiced. I wasn't sure if he realized this or not, but his foot kept tapping in a quick rhythm and he kept biting into his knuckles."Do you have somewhere to be?" I snapped, cutting him a glare but that did little to help. He only began tapping his foot faster."I can smell blood," he deadpanned, lips drawing into a thin line as he pushed off the wall he leaned against, "blood activates my hunting instincts.""If you're thirsty, you could..."Monica let her sentence trail off, eyes meeting every person in the room before shrugging, "I me
QUADEMy father's fear was palpable. I could feel it pricking the tips of my fingers, could taste it on my tongue — it was my favorite type of poison. It had been so long since I had felt this rush of adrenaline filling me. My body was on a high I never realized I missed. Even through the fucking pain and exhaustion I couldn't get enough of the pleasure coursing through my system. As sadistic as it sounded, knowing I outsmarted my father had me on cloud fucking nine. He thought he could kill me during the blood moon. He didn't realize it wasn't me meant to be dying today.I had too much to live for now. Then, I would have happily died for my course. Now, I had no other choice but to win. For Tatum, for my pack, for Sydney and our pup, but most of all for myself. I held out this long so I couldn't lose now. It would be a crying fucking shame if I made it this far to lose against a cunt that couldn't beat me fair and square.
SYDNEYA scream from the very depths of my lungs had the walls of my room vibrating. My room door was shattered, laying on the ground with splitters and larger pieces of wood surrounding it. I didn't scream because I was scared — or maybe I did — but that fear wasn't for me, it was for the pup inside of me."Julian," I crouched as much as I could into an attacking position ready to fight for both my life and the life of my baby, "you don't need to do this. You've tasted my blood before. You know it's terrible. Fight this, I know you can."His jaw clenched, stone-like features faltering as I spoke. Screwing his eyes shut, he fell onto his knees and clutched the sides of his head, "Sydney, run..." Julian gritted, voice strained as he tried to fight the effects of the blood moon.Time would make this easier but, right now, time was something I didn't have. I wasn't one to run but I didn't even ha
QUADEI stood at the window of our room, bathing in the silver glow of the moonlight. It wouldn't be silver for too long. Each member of the pack could already feel the effects of the blood moon. I hated feeling so fucking weak. My mind felt caged as the moon suppressed my beast. The pack link was no longer in play as well.With everything that had been happening, the blood moon couldn't have picked a worse fucking timing. We were left completely and utterly defenseless against anything that wanted to attack us. I didn't want to show it because stressing Sydney was the last thing I needed to do but I was scared. We all were scared.Julian already took up residence in the holding cell for the night. Silas and Victor were there to watch over him if anything had to go wrong. I remained with Sydney, knowing if he got out, her scent would draw him to her. She smelt more human than wolf which was a massive downside in such a situation.The more I
QUADEJulian had arrived a few days ago looking like the literal definition of shit. I couldn't blame him. Two people he cared about had died, for him. That must have been a tough pill to swallow. It certainly was one for me when my sister died. I gave him the space he needed. Sydney thought it best to inform him of Ambrosia's death which meant he didn't want to talk to me either way. But things were getting worse as each fucking day passed and we couldn't wait for him to finally wake up from his stupor.This morning news from a pack in Texas had reached us. Some of their patrol wolves had been found dead. There was no trace left behind as to what the fuck had happened to them but I had a feeling they would have told me the same thing Ambrosia did — it was an invisible threat. But that only led me to believe that said threat could mask their scent because even without eyesight, wolves could have used their sense of smell.