SYDNEY
For 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
SYDNEYWe had never found the body that the blood belonged to and all of the workers that were working that day checked out clean after we did thorough background searches on them. Majority of the workers were werewolves and belonged to the pack but a handful was human. The perplexed look on their faces haunted me. It was difficult explaining to them what the writing meant. I simply stuck to it being a prank pulled by a group of deranged teenagers. That was far from the truth though, and every day that past felt like the danger that lurked around every corner only grew.I feared bringing my pup into our world, more so now that everyone seemed against us. I'd give my life up for my pup and I knew Quade or Victor, or anyone of my pack members would do the same but I didn't want that to happen. I didn't want it to get to reach that point. My pup needed a safe environment to grow up in, one where I could watch him or her grow and flourish. Maybe
SYDNEYStorming out of the front door, I began walking to the back, edging my way into the dark woods that offered me some sort of reprieve. With Quade persistently following me, I knew that peace wouldn't last long. My arousal drifted around me like the sweetest perfume. Being in the woods probably wasn't the most smartest thing to do with the amount of unmated wolves running laps through there. The sweet scent would be like a beacon to them, putting them on autopilot, switching their primal instincts on. They wouldn't care if I was their alpha or not, all they would smell was the potent aroma of my arousal and all they would care about is mating with me, whether I was mated or not."Sydney, wait a fucking minute would you," Quade growled, clutching my arm and whirling me around to face him just as we entered the forest. The second he got a whiff of my scent his eyes flashed a steely silver, "fuck!" His grip on my arm tight
QUADE"That's good, but keep your hands up at all times to protect yourself. If they attack you can always use your arms to protect yourself and spread your feet more so you have some center of balance at least," I instructed the pup sparring with me. He was newly shifted and — because he lacked the decent control — no one wanted to risk sparring with him.I knew if Sydney wasn't about to pop she would have happily trained the pup. She prided herself on her combat skills, completely certain that she could kick my arse if she really wanted to. She probably had the skill too, I definitely didn't put it past her considering her history with arsehole Alphas that unestimated her."I'm tired, can we take a breather?" The pup grumbled, wiping beads of sweat off his forehead. It still surprised me, even after three months in this pack, that everyone respected me as their own. The pup was actually quite fucking thrill
SYDNEYI stood with my hands laced over my belly, my back against Quade's chest, and his hands over mine. Monica and Lana had just arrived and we all wanted to give them the homely welcome they always received. Because this was their home, they were always welcome here. Monica spent more time here than she spent in her own pack. Mom thought it had a lot to do with the fact that she lost her wolf all those years ago."Gracey baby," Monica gushed with enthusiasm, throwing her arms around mom's shoulders and wrapping her legs around her waist, "I missed you."Mom caught her with ease, laughing at the antics of her best friend, "Yeah, Yeah. I missed you too, Mono," she replied between bubbles of laughter.Monica slipped both feet on to the ground, finally letting go of mom and giving my dad a once over, "Daddy Silas," she taunted, shooting him a wink that had my father awkwardly shifting from one
QUADEI had never thought about it before, not until Monica had brought it up and since she did, I couldn't stop thinking about it. Yes, I should be thanking the son of a bitch for his selfless sacrifice but why did he do it in the first place? Why the fuck did he let her go to save me knowing that they could have probably been happy with me gone?Sure, I realized that there was that possibility of her dying with me. Mates usually died after one another. I figured he wasn't willing to risk it even if he knew she was half-human. So why even mark her in the first place? Why the fuck did he go down that road when he found out I was in the picture? He deserved my thanks, yes, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that he was fucking selfish before being the self-righteous pain in the arse.I kept my focus on the punching bag in front of me. There was a gym in the packhouse for those who wanted to d
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.