And we've have come to a definite end for these characters. If you got to this stage of the book with me, thank you so much for hanging on.
I really do hope you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing.A little honesty tho, I had a lot of wtf moments while trying to build a cool male lead. With his backstory of abandonment issues, Logan seriously was out of control and I got overwhelmed a couple of times thinking of ways to make him cool... I kept thinking how do I make this guy lovable by my readers cos lol!!! I live for y'all honestly.Maybe it's my BPD, I just feel like this isn't my best or isn't up to par... I don't know (cue in y'all's reviews lol)A BIG Sorry to any of you who dropped a comment along the way saying the storyline wasn't what you wanted.any mistaken words would be cleared up once the editors resume.Thank you once again for reading and following my books.Lastly: This book led me down a path of self discovery and I realized that the world of werewolves without humans (billionaires and all) and other elements is too restrictive for me. Also, I do not perfectly understand the relationship between a man and a woman. This is my first try at Heterosexual werewolf romance and so is my newest ongoing book (Savannah).Anyway, after all my ongoing books have been completed, I've decided to focus mainly on MM romances (billionaires, mafias and maybe wolves ;)] with a little sprinkle forbidden romances and realllyyy spicy smutI'll meet you in those new worlds.Really EFFING LOVE YOUAimee’s P.O.V My hands shook as I slid a key into the mailbox. The sight of the thick envelope with the WSC College logo made my heart race, and it felt surreal to hold the result between my fingers. I've worked so hard for this, and it terrified me to think of what the letter would say. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I carefully ripped the seal off the envelope and scanned the first two lines. Dear Aimee Moore: You have impressed us with your application, and we are pleased to admit you to WSC… “Yes!!” I jumped into the air as I confirmed my admission to my dream college. "Oh, goddess. Yes!" Thinking of my brother Ty waiting for me outside, I stuck my acceptance letter into the envelope, hurrying out of the pack’s postal office. Ty was still in the same spot I'd left him, leaning against his car with his foot propped on the bumper. Sun rays made his brown hair sparkle with golden streaks as his eyes met mine with a soft expression. Although he had inherited our father’s G
Aimee’s P.O.V “What?” I sprang to my feet, a slow smile forming on my face. I couldn't believe what I heard. My father had just given me the best news: The night I had dreamed of all my life was only a few hours away. I was an Omega, the lowest rank in our pack, and usually forbidden from attending important occasions. But this was different. I couldn’t miss this for anything in the whole world. This was the night Jake would declare me as his Luna, his mate for life. I felt like the moon goddess herself had blessed me with good fortune. Joy again flooded my veins, washing away the sadness of Jake’s earlier treatment. Suddenly, everything made sense to me. Jake wanted to make it up to me after what happened today, and that’s why the announcement was so soon. "Dad?" I called out as I rummaged through my closet. "What should I wear? Something blue or something red?" There was no answer. I turned around and saw my father standing in the doorway, his face dark and angry. "You are not
Logan’s P.O.V I twisted the cufflinks on my wrist, feeling the cold metal bite into my skin—a sign of impatience, boredom, or both. My Beta yanked the door open, his eyes wide with anxiety. He knew better than to keep me waiting. We should turn back. My wolf snarled in my mind, his primal instincts urging me to flee from this place. Severing the link with a sharp mental snap, I silenced his protests. We rarely saw eye to eye, so it was easier to ignore him. Curtly nodding at Damien, I stepped out of the limo, my jaw tightening as I saw the swarm of wolves crowding the entrance. I cleared my throat once, a low and menacing growl that made them flinch. Their faces turned white as they recognized me and scrambled to make way for me. ‘That’s more like it,’ I muttered, walking past the crowd who whispered and gawked at me. My brow arched at the man approaching me with a wide grin. He was holding a leash attached to a young girl's neck. His black hair was streaked with gray, the deep g
Aimee’s P.O.V“Aimee! Aimee! Don’t you faint on me!...”Lily's voice was muffled like she was talking through a wall. I felt her hands tapping my cheeks, trying to snap me out of it. But I didn't want to. Reality sucked; it crushed me.I wanted to stay in the darkness, where I could escape everything.But then a sharp sting brought me back, and I gasped, blinking at the bright lights overhead. My hand flew to my cheek, where it burned like hell. Ow! Lily had slapped me. Hard. I knew she meant well, but that hurt like hell.A sob caught in my throat as I looked up at her. She was kneeling beside me, her eyes wide with worry.“Are you okay, Aimee?” She shook my shoulders, making me wince, and I realized that I was in the party hall, on the floor.Shit, did I pass out?“You look red, babe.” She frowned. “I swear, I’ll hang Jake’s balls on….”My eyes drifted shut as my throat tightened, tuning out her voice. A wave of nausea churned through me as Jake's words echoed in my head.He’d ripp
Logan’s P.O.V. I forced myself to get on the stage and face the Crescent pack, ignoring the tempting smell that drove me crazy. Damien laid a hand on my arm, and I could feel his calmer energy washing over me. He had noticed the scent too, and how it had shaken me. I shot him a grim smile, absorbing his serenity. Damien had been my beta for years, so much so that he’d become the brother I never knew I needed. Like all Betas, he was calm and thoughtful, and I was a much better person when he was around me. Slightly appalled at my passion for the scent, I sucked in a deep breath and turned to the crowd, speaking into the microphone. "For decades, wolves have been slain from my pack and yours, our blood desecrating the territories." I begin. "We've lost great men, fathers, brothers, uncles, and sons all because of the greed of the former pack leaders." A few nods of approval and choruses echoed in the halls. "But as a new moon rises, the sorrows and darkness of the past are washed
Aimee’s P.O.V Sounds of waves lapping against rocks reached my ears, followed by the fresh scent of the stream. When I finally burst out through the dense woods, a weak smile pulled at my lips as I saw the sparkling water. It was just as magical as the first time I’d laid my eyes on it. Sparkling and shimmering, I could almost convince my young mind that fairies came out here at night and this was their spot. Who knew? I could be right. ‘I should take a swim,’ I thought, grabbing the hem of my dress. ‘It might help take my mind away from…’ Oh, Jake. His name stabbed my heart like a knife, and I doubled over, choking on my tears. Oh, It hurt so much. The nature around me had blocked him out of my mind, but now all I could hear were his words on the stage and how Jessica was wrapped around him like a leech, kissing what belonged to me. Then he’d slapped me. Why? No, I couldn't swim. Tears flowed down my cheeks as I settled on my favorite spot, gathering stones to toss into th
Aimee’s P.O.V My fingers dug into the edge of my seat to hold on for dear life as the vehicle bounced over rocks and potholes. I should have known that the journey would be rough when Alpha Logan pulled his limo to a stop in Sacramento Hills, exchanging the luxurious limo for jagged trucks. But I was too busy avoiding him to pay any more attention. Although, I think my disgusted expression worked out for the best as he'd refused to stay in the same truck with me. "Get into that truck with Ella." He growled at his Beta whilst glaring at me. "Aimee will ride in the other truck with the Jackson brothers." A snort rose to my lips as I recalled his words. Who the hell did he think he was? Did he think I'd be intimidated by two strange burly men who barely spoke to me? Good riddance. I huffed under my breath. As the sun dipped and long shadows emerged over the hills, dust poured in through the windows; filling the car with a choking haze. My throat burned and I began coughing. I pull
Aimee’s P.O.V I had never been this scared in my life. So scared that my heart was pounding so loudly I swear it echoed through the still forest. So scared that Ella’s hands were bruised from how hard I was clutching them as we ran, dodging over branches and roots. Our breaths were ragged, and our legs were sore, but we didn’t dare stop. We both knew Alpha Logan wouldn’t easily give up on finding us. Last night when we tried camping under the stars, we didn’t get up to thirty minutes of shuteye before his scent permeated the air, alerting me to his closeness, and we picked up running again. I glanced at Ella, who was trudging beside me, and flinched. Her eyes were sunken and red-rimmed, but that wasn’t what scared me. It was the emptiness in their depths that terrified me. Ella was in shock from everything that had happened, and no matter how many roast squirrels I tried to feed her, she didn’t open her mouth. Sensing my gaze, she lifted her head, and I pulled my lips in a small sm