How do you think Nate handles his jealousy?
Sarah After the ‘charming’ Dan incident, we stayed for another hour and many more shots. I can’t say I’m not showing Nate my worst side. We had to spend 30 minutes outside the pub while I was battling nausea. I ended up not vomiting in front of him, and surprisingly, he didn’t only stay but still wanted to go home with me. In this drunken state, no one would’ve been able to force me into a car, so we walked back to Nate’s hotel. My wobbly legs on high heels put us on a slow rhythm, but his steady arms kept me straight the whole time. I didn’t feel how cold I was till my teeth started chattering and my fingers went numb. This skirt was not a wise choice. By the time we arrive at the hotel, my legs are shaking so vehemently that I can’t even stand on my own. Nate is a sweetheart. He covers me with all the blankets he can find and orders hot tea and sandwiches from the hotel kitchen. No blanket can warm me up, the way his touch, though. I sit sideways on his lap under blankets, still
Nate As the time for my departure draws near, Dante grows increasingly restless. He is hesitant to part ways with Sarah and is convinced that leaving things in limbo is a bad idea. She said she didn’t want to say goodbye at the airport, so we are cuddled up in my hotel room, spending the afternoon in each other’s arms. Do you want to come home with me? I almost ask. But I know I shouldn’t. After meeting Eleanor, I’m confident that my parents sent her away. I just need to understand why. But the truth is, I don’t actually care. Even without the mate bond, I fell for her in a few days. Every time we met, she was breathtaking, unforgettable, and different. Intelligent and caring and strong and always, always gorgeous and sexy. I had a chance to get to know her without the mate bond clouding my judgment. I know I love her. I want to explain everything to her, though. I need to know the truth so I can tell her. I’m confident that she also has developed feelings towards me and wants mo
Nate I'm groggily tired as the morning comes, desperately missing Sarah’s touch. I should’ve brought a clothing item or something with her scent. I would be like a toddler in the nursery, hugging Mum’s scarf, but I don't care. In the perfectly silent morning, my engine is the only disturbing sound, so I’m not surprised to see Daniel opening the door for me before I walk up to their porch. “Good morning,” he greets me. “Hi, Daniel,” I reply, stepping closer and shaking his hand. “Is there something wrong? Would you like to discuss the latest attacks? I’m going to Gabriel’s office after breakfast,” he asks with furrowed brows. “No, I need to talk to Avery about something personal,” I explain because he is right to be curious. I’ve never been to their home, and we discuss pack business in the packhouse’s offices. He looks at me suspiciously but steps away to let me in. “She is in the kitchen.” “It’s about her sister Sarah,” I add quickly, feeling jealousy coming from him. Even tho
Nate My mind buzzes with questions as I leave Avery and Daniel’s house. The loneliness I feel without Sarah taints the comfortable feeling of being home. On my way to Gabriel’s office, familiar faces wave at me, and the desire to tell everyone about my mate surges. Dante puffs his chest, displaying his happiness that we are taken. While parking at the packhouse garage, a patrol guard mind-links me that a rogue attack is happening at the border. I quickly abandon my car and shift, asking for specific directions. The trees whizz past in a blur as Dante increases speed. Fresh snow splatters behind us from each paw as we swiftly maneuver around trees. His expert moves make me stunned to this day. He is fully alert and focused when we arrive at the scene and wastes no time jumping into the fight. I access five rogues against our three warriors and quickly push off a rogue of a grey wolf with white ears, whom I recognize as Flynn. I go after it and bite his leg. Keeping it in my jaw, I sh
Nate Dante’s been silently healing me as we drive to the prison, and the pain is entirely gone by the time we arrive. “How are you?” I ask him, knowing that it takes a lot from him to heal me. “Still busy,” he gruffs like I’m offending him with the question. “I’m working on getting through this barricade that keeps your memories.” “We’ll find a witch to help us lift the spell.” I don’t know if any other witch can reverse this spell or only the one who cast it. He only grunts in reply, and I wish we would be on better terms right now. He is holding on to his resentment because I don’t feel the bond, and my memories get erased, which is stupid considering the fact that none of it is my fault. I sigh in frustration, wiping my face with both hands. Still, I let him off the hook because I know how important this is for both of us. We keep prisoners in a building on the outskirts of the town. Each rogue is in a different cell. The two we brought today are waiting in the questioning roo
Nate For the past three days, I have been visiting our allies. I met three of our closest neighbors on the first two days. As I had suspected, none of them had experienced the rise in border attacks that we had. I didn’t give away anything about Mark or what we suspected, but they came to the conclusion that our pack was the target, and they assured me they’d aid us if necessary. Yesterday, though, the things I saw in two of the packs I visited made me suspicious. I only met the Beta in both packs, claiming that their Alpha family went on a trip, but they kept referring to them in past tense like they were dead. I hid that I recognized it and sent two observers to each pack. We might be allies, but they are hiding something. Many members of our pack come from other packs, thanks to the numerous mating balls my mother hosted over the years. This comes in handy when we need information. We have family ties with both of these packs, and I sent our people for a ‘family visit.’ They will
Sarah It’s been four days since Nate left, and the snow-scented candles I ordered arrived today. Yeah, it shows precisely my current mental state. Let’s hope I’ll have a good night’s sleep for the first time since he left. We’ve been texting, and he called every evening. He has been sweet, but I can’t allow myself to imagine too much into it. I’m stronger than that. He is gone, and I need to move on with my life just as I always do. I immerse myself in the things I love. Work, training, friends. Work, training, friends. Abby’s bedtime story has three more pages, but she is fast asleep, so I tuck her duvet and join Len in their kitchen. I spent every free minute with them since Nate left. Less time to think about my heartbreak, right? She looks like she wants to talk as she holds a cup of tea for me. I wonder what it is about, but she asks about Nate, and I collapse into a chair. The truth is I’ve been holding back my tears for days, so she only needs to say his name, and they are r
Nate I stab my fork into the scrambled eggs on my plate and swallow through my anger. Our talk with Sarah was a disaster. She was not ready to talk about her wolf, and I made things worse. "Maybe, accusing her of suppressing her wolf was a bad start." "I know, Dante, thank you," I answer sulkily for the hundredth time. His anger fuels my regret, which kept me up all night. It was the worst possible approach. I was so excited to tell her what I found out that I didn’t think through the meanings of my words. I push away my plate and sit back in my chair. The packhouse cafeteria is slowly filling up with primarily hungry warriors coming in after their morning training. As I scan the crowd- jealousy eats at me each time I see a mated couple- my eyes meet Lissa’s as she stands with a filled plate in her hands. Her smile brightens upon meeting mine as I force it on my face. Unclenching my fist to wave at her has never been this tough, but I’m determined to focus on anything other tha
Sarah My hands shake in the cold as I hide them in my hoodie’s sleeves. I’d say it’s my nerves because they are on the last thread for sure, but as I plan to undress and shift in a few minutes, I chose not to wear enough clothes. That was a wrong move on my part - the early morning of February day in Black River is freezing. Slipping on the frozen snow for the hundredth time, I curse at my clumsiness today. I’m heading to my childhood hiding spot to meet up with Nate. He convinced me to meet him there, as all I wanted to do was hide somewhere and go through my first shift alone. I don’t really know any other way to deal with things. I would’ve met him afterward, but I wanted to leave the bed before he woke up. Obviously, I failed with that attempt. The hurt I saw in his eyes when I told him about my plan washed over me, guided by our bond. I couldn’t leave him there. So, we settled on me shifting alone, but he’ll be on his way by then. So, here I am, attempting to shift at 25 when
Nate With Sarah’s embrace, the pounding in my ears disappears, and her words soothe me back to reality, where the only thing that matters is that she is beside me. More so in my lap, wrapping me in her intoxicating scent. She must have felt my sudden change in emotions because the featherlight kisses she was leaving on the top of my head, moved to my face and jaw. I couldn’t wait till she connected our lips. I took advantage of our proximity and swallowed her moan as I kissed her fiercely. My tongue searched hers, tasting the soft skin on it. Her hands glide down my chest slowly, teasingly, jumping over my belt to gently feel the length of my shaft, making it pulse. I groan with approval, searching her gaze as she separates us for a moment. A cheeky smile spreads through her face as she bites her bottom lip, and I dive back to capture them again. Yesterday she was adamant that I wasn’t healed perfectly for anything more than cuddling. I didn’t complain. Having her in my arms in m
Nate The pack meeting took an unexpected turn, leaving me seething with anger. Gabriel’s actions went beyond outing and humiliating Sarah when he commanded her in front of everyone. Each word he uttered fueled my fury. I had no idea I could be that mad at him. On top of my own emotions, I had to hold back Dante, who grew increasingly enraged as he sensed Sarah’s distress. He had always respected Gabriel’s wolf, but now, he was ready to attack him if he would anger our mate any further. "Was that really necessary?" I ask as I catch up to him. "Why did you use your alpha tone?” "Yes, it was necessary,” he cuts in, turning back to me swiftly before I could finish my thought. “She has to know I won't tolerate rogues on the territory." Won’t tolerate it? Where is his head at? Even if she was a rogue, that’s not enough reason to demand anything or humiliate her. I close the door behind me. I don’t want to have this conversation in front of everyone else. They already feel Gabriel’s ang
Sarah Being in Nate's house feels surreal. The place is simply perfect, with a cozy style in each room and warmth coming from the logs everywhere. Today, I was overwhelmed by the visits from many pack members. I was pleasantly surprised by how kind and friendly everyone was towards me. Many of them reminisced about our childhood and shared stories about our time together, whether it was practicing together or having something in common at school. Once inside, the world seems to come to a halt, and we swim in happiness. However, the moment we step out, I'm reminded of the other pack members, who are not happy with the recent developments. I see their scolding, hear their murmuring behind me, and I’m back to being the little girl who doesn’t belong here. Even with Lena inside me, I still feel out of place. Some even stop to ask Nate about his recovery, only to ignore me completely. Lena watches everything through my lenses and has her guard up, especially around Gabriel. She doesn’t
Nate Getting back home has proven to be more difficult than I anticipated. I'm concerned that climbing the stairs to my house may reopen my wounds. Leaning on Sarah for support makes me uneasy. This is not how I had envisioned showing her around my place. I’m unable to give her a tour, and even standing seems to be a daunting task. Although I manage to make it to the kitchen, I feel dizzy and realize I'm not as healed as I thought. I spy her facial expressions and movements carefully like a hawk. I want to know what aspects of the house she enjoys and what needs to be changed. Although I trust her honesty and doubt she would mislead me, I’ve been waiting for a long time to witness the genuine joy on her face when she really likes something here. "I love it; it’s perfect," she says, disappearing to look around in the bedroom. Just when Sarah comes back to the kitchen, the doorbell rings. With a bright smile, she gives me a peck on my lips and leaves toward the door, skipping on the w
Sarah This whole situation is absolutely unbelievable. They did everything we suspected. They deliberately wanted to separate us. I’m genuinely at a loss for words. How could any parent do this to their own child? What possible reason could they have? As I lean in to kiss Nate, he pulls me closer to his chest. The tingles rush through me with full force, and I’m speechless by how they spread through my body, waking up every inch and nerve. I find myself leaning against him in an awkward position, desperately yearning for his comforting presence. However, a surge of concern fills my mind, hesitant to get too close, worried that he may not be well enough for such intimacy. Despite putting up a brave front for me, I know his wounds must be causing him pain. Just in time, I pull away as my mum brings food for both of us. I hadn’t realized just how hungry I was. I missed breakfast and lunch, only having a few biscuits Mama packed for me. He whines throughout dinner that he wants steak
Nate The old chair creaks under me in my father’s office as I fidget nervously. We listen intently with my brother and Mark as my father, his Beta, and the pack’s head of security discuss border patrolling. This is the first summer our father asked me to join him and see what it's like to lead a pack. Gabriel has already spent his last three summers with him, training to be the next alpha. He is 14 years old, and I’m 11. As the second-born, I’ll never be the alpha of this pack, so sitting here is a privilege, as my father puts it. The head of security turns his head to the side. His eyes glaze over - the tell-tale sign of mind-linking. “Alpha, someone has entered our territory on the east of the forest,” he informs all of us a moment later. “Just one rogue?” my father asks with a suspicious face. “Yes, only one they could detect,” he answers, eyes glazing over again to get more information. “Who is in the area?” My father stands, and everyone follows. “We have three guards sur
Sarah I’ve never been to this part of the hospital—a long white corridor with many doors on each side. OR1, OR2, and so on. An opening door stops me as two people rush out, discussing a surgery. Then I cross to the area of recovery rooms, and it isn’t just busier; the walls are covered with paintings and photos, and the rooms are filled with chatting relatives. I follow Lena’s instincts to find Nate as our bond pulls me to him. Knowing that the bond is there gives me the greatest comfort and reassurance, strengthening my optimism that he will fully recover. Still, my palms are sweaty my heart is pounding as I quicken my steps again. I reach them just when they push the bed into a room. My heart is about to break out from my ribcage. When my eyes land on his pale face, I let out a huge sigh—probably one I’ve been holding for hours. I stand at the door, desperately waiting for them to set everything up and give me a sign that I can go in. Maybe running from the doctor was not the bes
Sarah It’s been a while since they took Nate for surgery, or at least it feels like it. I pace back and forth in the busy hospital's waiting area, receiving a few confused looks, but I'm too scared to look at anyone. The hospital staff hurries to help everyone, but the waiting area remains empty. The families are just about to leave the safe rooms, and I dread the moment when Nate's parents see me. I hear my name, and someone hugs me tight. The scent of lavender fills my nose, taking my mind back to a long-forgotten childhood, and I realize it is my mum, Amy. “Hi, Honey. I’m so happy to see you.” I feel myself easing a bit, and I finally hug her back. The care and love I received from her those years ago overwhelm me, and my brain is foggy again with all my emotions running through me. When she pulls away to look at me and I see her, I immediately start crying. I see her tearing up as well, and she hugs me again. “I heard from Daniel that you are here.” “Yeah, I finally met my b