I am sorry for the delay.
James. Chloe and Dwayne walked into my office after Paul and I had finished discussing, and I noticed Dwayne was exhausted, but my sister had no mark on her neck. "That was sick," Dwayne said to me, and I could not smile because that would be insensitive to do after having a sensitive discussion with Paul. "What was sick?" Paul asked him with a half smile. "The bastard wouldn't do what we requested, so James came up with the bright idea of skinning his third leg with silver," he said, and Paul widened his eyes and looked at me. "That was sick. I am sure you came up with that because of Mom and uncle Kirk," he said, smiling, and I nodded. "Congratulations," I told my sister, who was beaming with joy and rubbing her bare neck. " We want to have a small wedding this Saturday," Chloe said, and I looked at her. "You saw what mom did when Emma was getting married. I am sure now that you are getting with the right person, she would want to go big," I said, and she nodded. "I know, bu
James Olivia, Paul and I arrived at the rehabilitation centre. Guenevere was receiving treatment sometime around one in the afternoon. I noticed Olivia was nervous, so I held her hand to calm her down. "You need to relax, Olly. She is fine," I told her, and she smiled and looked at me. A staff member led us to Guenevere's room, and the woman was standing by the window and looking out. She looked healthy, and I could see the improvement. Guenevere looked in our direction and beamed at us. "Look at you," she said to her daughter and opened her arms. Olivia went to her and hugged her. They held each other tightly and wept. There was no doubt they loved each other deeply. The woman sacrificed everything for Olivia's sake. There was no way to replace that love. They broke the hug, and she looked at Olly's mark. "Do not worry darling, once Alpha James takes him out; you will be free," she said, still thinking the mark was Caspian's. It made me smile. " No, mom, it's James' mar
James "What is the matter?" Olivia asked me while I dressed so I could go to the hospital. "Pack matters. I want to check on an injured shoulder in the hospital; there's no cause for alarm, darling." I said, and she stood up. "I want to come," she said, and I shook my head. "You need to rest. We have had a hectic day, Olly. Please. I will be back before you know it." I told her, and she reluctantly agreed. I went to her and pulled her close, then kissed her lips sweetly. "I will be back before you know it, darling. I love you," I said, and she wrapped her arms around me. "Be careful, James. It is too late in the night, and Caspian is a sick bastard," she said, and I could see she was still afraid of Caspian. I did not know what he did to her when she was with him, but I hope one day she will open up about it so we can heal together. I lifted her chin with my hand to look into her eyes. "You are with me now. Do not be afraid of Caspian, and don't worry about him doing anything
James I returned to the house and found Olivia sleeping peacefully in bed. I snuggled into bed next to her and held her. We deserved some peace, and I knew that we would get it. We had so much to live for now. One man's greed could not stop us from living our lives. She adjusted into my arms, and I closed my eyes to catch some sleep. I woke up late in the morning. Olivia was still sleeping. It was nine in the morning. I hurriedly got dressed and went to my home office. Paul was there, and from how he looked, he had just gotten there. "Good morning," I said, and he smiled at me. "Did you sleep well?" he asked, and I nodded. "Mom, dad, uncle Caleb, Uncle Kirk, Uncle Mike and William are on their way to discuss the Salter mission. We are to leave tonight," He said, and I frowned at him. "Why tonight?" I asked him, wondering who decided to make that decision without my consent. "I decided it, James," Paul said, and I controlled my shock. "I decided it because we are on a clock.
James We arrived at the base, and everyone was gearing up to leave for the mission. We did not know what to expect, especially since a traitor had given us the information, but we were hopeful. I noticed my mother and Uncle Caleb were preparing two vans to drive us to Trent, so I approached to question them. "Why are we driving to Trent?" I asked, and my mother raised an eyebrow. "So you want Caspian to know you visited Trent, which shares a forest with Eastwood?" She asked me, making my question sound stupid. But I was really in a hurry, and I did not see anything wrong with taking a chopper to Trent. "I am in charge of the rest of Woodclaw. Our agreement does not state I am not allowed to fly to other parts of Woodclaw. Besides, Trent is far from Eastwood. He wouldn't think much of it," I said, and uncle Caleb smiled. "Do you think Caspian is stupid enough not to keep an eye on our activities? If you land in Trent, he would want to know why you are in Trent. It is the art of w
James We moved through the forest and soon realised we would not be arriving in Eastwood until morning. We had to camp and relax in the woods until the afternoon to complete the journey so we could arrive there at night. "We need to make camp," I linked everyone, and my father agreed. We stopped at a place; my uncle and father went hunting for game to roast and eat. We could not afford to arrive at the port weak and hungry. While we sat around the fire, my mother scolded Chloe. "You did not do your calculations well." She said, and Chloe did not say anything. My mother was right. Chloe had said we would walk for just four hours. I wondered how she came up with that number. "How did you come up with the four-hour walk?" I asked her, and she bowed her head in shame. "On the map, the distance isn't much, and it says a few hours," She confessed, and Emma bulged her eyes. "Everything is a few hours, Chloe. Even a year's walk is a few hows. Did it say by foot or by vehicle?" She
James. The road trip was fun and fulfilling. Things didn't happen as we had hoped, but we were glad to be alive. "You need to change your pep talk, mom. You and Uncle Caleb got me in knots," I said, and everyone laughed, especially my father. "You needed to see them when they were in school. The three of them, Caleb, Kirk and Tia, were inseparable and haven't left their military ways," my father said, and my mother smacked his hand. Watching their love grow, never changing, never fading, ever increasing in intensity, honesty, and reverence for each other was amazing. They genuinely loved each other. I hoped Olivia and I could have that. I felt we were on the right path. We arrived at the base, and I was too eager to see my mate that I left everything to Paul, but Paul declined and told me he wanted to check on Amanda. I suspected something was up between them; maybe her near-death experience had brought things into focus for him. I did not want to jump to conclusions, but I hope
James. Oliva held me on the floor. I could not contain my wolf. I felt a shift coming. I growled and roared, and she hugged me. "You need to calm down, James. Your mark is burning, and you are making me nervous." She said, and I could hear a light sob. "He isn't here with us. It's just me and you, James, please," she said, kissing my neck, then hugged me. "You need to calm down, darling. You need to be calm so we can respond," She said, cupping my face and looking into my eyes. Her eyes were teary. They were filled with tears, but they were hopeful too. Hopeful that I would listen. Hopeful that I would calm down. "Olly," I managed and buried my head on her bosom. She hugged me gently and patted my head. "It's okay," she whispered, and I wrapped my arms around her. She was mine; she had always been mine. How could he say she belonged to him? How dare he? I held on to her, and she let me. I needed to claim and own her again. I wanted to feel her, so I laid her down on the floo