*****present time at the hideout: Jenny’s POV******“Where is she? But most of all, how is she?” The words burst out without so much as a hallo.“She’s not well.” How can I even start to describe the state she is in? “She’s in the bedroom next door.”Ben paces through the room, ready to look into each room, but I need him to calm down first and know a few things for certain before I let him to her for all our safety. Freddie holds onto Ben's arm and gestures for him to sit on the couch first, which seems to frustrate him, but he let’s himself slump to the couch anyway.Is he drunk? Shaking my head at the thought, I realise it doesn't really matter.“Why won’t you let me see her?” He questions seemingly, thinking we don’t want to let him at all to her.“If we wouldn’t want to let you see her, you wouldn’t be here,” I remind him, and he nods in understanding. “First of all, you’re sure you covered all your traces, and Jax hasn’t followed you?”“Jax doesn’t want to see me, so don’t worry
“Don’t tell him where I am,” I rasp out. Even I can tell my voice is in a devastating condition. Were they able to understand me at all? Uttering out those words felt like I had sandpaper down my throat for ages. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell him as long as you don’t want me to.” It’s only now that I truly notice that it’s Ben who’s holding me tight, and a surge of anger ripples up my chest.“How could you not tell me?” I push hard against his chest, but somehow my body is too weak to really have an effect on him. So, instead, I slam my palms down on his chest. “Let go. You knew,” that’s it, the water works come back on. Ben holds on to me while I throw my small tantrum. Crying and slamming my palms down on him until I give into his strong arms, still holding on and comforting me.“You knew,” I cry repeatedly against his chest.“I wish I could have told you,” his voice sounds hoarse as he pulls me stronger into him. “I wish I could have prevented this. But you had to find out. You deser
It took me a few days to recover physically halfway decently. Mentally is a totally other subject, but I’m determined to come out of this stronger than ever before. Ben made sure to keep up cooking while the others took care of my fever and wounds. To be honest, it sucks that I seem to be the only werewolf dealing with these kinds of things. It’s not like I had a massive injury.Once everyone was happy with my physical state, I made sure for them to keep up training with me. They don’t know about my plans just yet, but I’m at the point of telling them. I already know they’re going to dislike this, but there’s no stopping me now.Jax has been trying to call and contact me over mind link again and again. He keeps on sending messages, which I leave unanswered.Tomorrow would have been his wedding as I heard, but apparently, it has been cancelled. Last night, I had a weak moment, and I listened to some of his voice messages. My eyes are still puffy and sore from all the tears I shed agai
Although it’s cold outside as it’s the middle of winter and we’re nearing Christmas already, my palms are covered in sweat, cold sweat. My heart thuds violently in my chest, and my breathing is coming shallow. “Just breathe. It’s going to be fine. You can do this,” I tell myself, trying to boost the confidence I had only hours ago. For three days I have known for sure that I would be coming here. But actually standing here right now does make me feel a little nauseous.“He’s going to kill us. We’re so dead. You’re all insane! Do you really want him to chop our heads off? Maybe not yours, Amelia. As you’re his mate, but for sure our four heads will be chopped off and rolls the streets or will be put on a stake or something, just like Geoffrey did with his enemies in Game of Thrones. I’d rather keep my head. I’m very fond of it staying right where it is. You can’t do this shit. Why on earth would you want to do this? And why on earth do you so obviously want me dead? I mean, I get it,
Walking through these pack grounds feels so right and familiar and yet so wrong. I can’t even put my finger on what it is. The further we reach into the grounds, the more the buildings change around us. This isn’t anything like the buildings in the city, but it’s far different from the Black-moon grounds, too. By the buildings you can see there’s a lot of history but also money here. Some of the buildings look as if they have jumped out of a totally different era. Huge old brick buildings looking extremely pompous. The people who lived here must have had a lot of money and power.Nearing the pointed out main house, our eyes widen in awe and fascination. It’s a huge mansion surrounded by heavy gates, a lot of green, the garden trimmed and sculptured to perfection. Who on earth lives here?After passing the gates and having walked up a light grey gravelled path, we’re standing at the stairs of the main entrance, with winding brick bannisters on both sides. “Scan the area, with your abi
A deep satisfied grin appears on the Alpha’s face. I have no idea what I had expected in this situation, but for sure, not this sort of reaction. Still leaning leisurely against his desk, he takes in my entire reaction and laughs at the warriors on the ground scrambling frightened away from me on all fours as fast as possible, without leaving me once out of their sight. Their eyes torn wide open in terror.“You can go,” he tells them. “And close the door again.With my mouth gaping at him, I can’t believe how calm he’s staying.“Amelia! Amelia, are you ok?” I hear Tonya worried over the mind link. “I’m fine for the moment,” I reply as calmly as possible while still trying to make some sort of sense out of this Alpha’s behaviour.“Are you sure? We felt your distress and a surge of power.” She tells me, and then as if someone could listen in, her voice quietens down. “And something is going on here too, just before we felt you.”“What do you mean?” I ask worriedly.“Things got more ten
True Queen? This guy has to be insane. My mouth opens to speak, but I can’t think about anything sensible to reply. Tristan’s hands cup my face, and I feel the urge to slap them away, but supress it, not wanting to cause more trouble for the others outside. As if Jax could feel my discomfort, he tries to get through to me."Amelia, please just let me know how you are." "I'm okay, Jax. Don't worry. I just need more time." I quickly send him over mind link before shutting down again, knowing he’s going to protest about it.Tristan noticed my short absence but doesn’t say anything about it. Instead, he goes back to studying my face. “It’s remarkable. We have many paintings of our Queen Ann, this one here is the biggest one. You look like you just jumped out of one of the portraits. But I don’t understand as the connection to your pack, the rest of her late bloodline, died out about eighteen years ago. Every single one was eradicated. My father searched everywhere for anyone who could
My eyes linger on Tristan, and I can see he is fully in his element speaking fully engaged about our apparent hereditary. Again, I have to think about how enthusiastic Tonya would be listening to all of this.“The entire first family was extremely gifted with their power and abilities. Shifting came as second nature right from the start. The power they radiated was above anything following them. They were a family of six, the parents and four children. Each of them had their own nature and characteristics. Some wanted more, wanted to rule, and wanted to make use of their power. Others were generally very calm and caring.”He smiles over his entire face as he leans back and keeps up talking. “Our true Luna, the mother of all, our Queen, she was the most talented of all. Her abilities were beyond anything we know today. She truly cared for every being. Sadly, unlike the others, she didn’t have the ability to heal herself, but instead, she was able to heal others, which would take a toll
Hi everyone, I haven't forgotten this book.Covid just has been a real b*tch. While I thought I was getting better finally after 2 weeks of Covid, it suddenly spiralled down a lot again. Seems like my other ilnesses have made me very vulnerable. Even if this is my 4th time with Covid, it hit me nearly as bad as the 1st time.Currently, the high dose of cortisone and some oxygen are starting to help. The fever also has come down again. So I will try updating very soon.We're so close to the end of this story, and I feel really bad about not being able to update for so long decently. I hope you understand. Lots of love Jackie♡♡♡♡
My eyes still linger on Jax’s distraught face. Fear of what might have happened to Sybil and Emily or any of the others is nagging at me. But with the knock interrupting us, I know I’m not getting my answer from him right now. I huff slightly in annoyance.“Come in,” Jax calls out. I’m surprised that whoever is there even waited to be called in. Usually there’s only a short knock, and the people enter.Balloons, a huge amount of floating balloons attached to a string, get pushed through the opening door, covering everything behind it. I move left and right, trying to get a glimps of who this might be before the balloons finally move aside and give the view free to my best friends entering the room. Upfront is Ben with the balloons, then comes Tonya with a huge bunch of flowers, followed by Jenny with a tray of cupcakes, and Freddie holds a small teddy bear with "get well" on it. The last one to enter is Alex, holding a huge box of fancy looking chocolates in his hand, giving me the bri
Amelia’s POV:I wake up in an unfamiliar, dark room, but the smell of wounds and disinfectant biting within my nose tells me exactly where I am. I’m obviously at a hospital. Memories come flashing in on me. “Jax!” I sit up abruptly, with my heart thudding violently in my chest. I start throwing the blanket from my body. Panicked, I try to get out of bed until a voice and a hand pressed against my shoulder stop me, and the hand presses me right back into place.“I’m here. I'm here, my love,” I hear his sleepy, deep, and husky voice. “You need to stay in bed.”Without saying another word, I throw my arms around his neck and sob hard against his chest. “I thought……. I thought….I lost you. I thought you were dying,” I cry in relief and pain at the same time. The mere thought of losing him has me totally shook up and causes a pain in my chest, literally taking my breath away. My fingers dig stronger into his back, and I pull him harder into me, making sure he’s really here and not just an
Jax’s POVI feel warmth and power flooding my aching body, relieving the pain and soothing all my senses. Taking deep breaths, my lungs finally expand and fill with air again decently. I was sure I was suffocating only moments ago, I was sure this was it, that I was dying. But then I could feel her, I could feel her love, her power, her body pressed to mine, pulling me out of the dark place I was captivated in. She’s the sole reason the pain is gone, and I’m able to breathe again.Amelia! Without having opened my eyes, I can feel something is terribly wrong. I stir and try my hardest to pry my eyes open. “Amelia!” I choke out and shake her limp body, which is still wrapped around me. “Amelia, wake up!” Nothing happens. It’s then that I notice all the others around us, at least a part of us.Memories of what happened crash in on me, and I remember being buried alive and a sheer amount of bricks coming down after an explosion. By the distraught look on the other faces, I know the situati
“Jax! Jax! Jax!” I call out repeatedly, verbally but also through our mind link, feeling like I'm going out of my mind.No reaction. I can’t even feel him trying to connect with me in return. All I can feel is pain and cold. With Ben and Alex hot on my tracks, I pace through the chaotic state within the arena as fast as possible. I don’t even take much notice of what Emily and Sybil are doing right now.“Amelia!” I feel a little relief seeing Tristan limping towards me. But my heart drops the moment I realise there’s no Jax at his side. They were together. Jax should be with Tristan.“Where is he? Where is Jax?” I question panicked as soon as I reach Tristan.“He…… I…….. He saved my life,” Tristan chokes out, but his words just make me even more nervous. “Then, where is he?” Don’t get me wrong, I am absolutely relieved that Tristan is alive and Jax saved him. But my guts twist into knots, seeing that Jax isn’t here next to him.“He…. He pushed me aside just on time before the bricks c
“The Gold moon Alpha is gone,” one of the warriors calls out, realising the same as I did moments ago.Jax pushes me further behind him. His eyes are scanning the entire place. The longer he’s scanning it, the more I feel him tense. We all know it’s a very bad sign. Drake steps towards Alana and shakes her, seemingly trying to get her back to normal, but I doubt he’s able to shake the possession out of her. Watching him act with her, I wonder if he loves her. If he ever truly loved her? There definitely has been more between them, but it doesn’t look like he cares in the same way for her as she did for him. I can see that now. They were both hungry for power and traded their mate bond for it. From what I know now, Tiffany did the exact same thing. She rejected her weak mate because he wasn’t good enough for her. Instead, she wanted the powerful Alpha with his pack. Drake and Alana both wanted my power. They somehow knew about it.My grip tightens on Jax. For nothing in the world woul
I’m startled by the loud roaring voice echoing through the arena. Jax, next to me, still seems to be searching for the source of the voice, while I am staring at the man causing it. He may be in his early fifties. I know I’ve seen that face from far off on some of Drake’s events. Even if I wouldn’t know him, the facial features are a dead giveaway of who he is.“This gathering is against any agreement we made,” he bellows across the arena angrily at Jax. “You declared an open war to me by dropping my daughter. This is your last chance to rectify the situation. Send that worthless mutt away. Banish her from all pack grounds, make her the rogue she truly is, and I will reconsider a war with you,” the Alpha of the Gold moon pack demands.The crowd, that had been cheering moments ago, now turns silent, looking back and forth between Jax and the Gold moon Alpha, waiting for what is to come next. Jax’s grip tightens on me.“I am sorry if I hurt your and your daughters pride. It was never my
Hi everyone, I had intended on finishing this story this year. Unfortunately, a lot has happened the last couple of weeks.My health has been quite bad. The surgery on my dog has taken a toll and a lot of time, as we've been spending every second at the vet for 3,5 weeks now. Last week, her stitches burst open again. Which needed further treatment. And when things go wrong, they totally go wrong. My electrical wheelchair device totally broke down, too. All of it is taking a toll on my health and is taking a lot of time. My head hasn't really been in the right place to write.As Christmas is also coming, I ofc also have those preparations, which are even more difficult with my broke down wheelchair. So I hope you'll understand that I need to take a little time off. The next update will come on January 1st. To those of you who celebrate Christmas, I wish you a happy and healthy Christmas time.But ofc to all of you others too, have an amazing time. Thanks for your patience. And if y
Jax’s POVI called in an urgent gathering. Most of my people have already met Amelia. The most important ones were at the safe house. But the situation has changed since. At that time, things were still a mess, but now we’re engaged, and she’s officially the future Luna to this pack.Amelia walks up and down the hall nervously, tugging at her clothes. She’s wearing a dark blue pencil dress, Tonya has picked for her. Making her look like a businesswoman. “Do you think they will hate me? I mean, they all knew about Tiffany. I don’t have all that money she can provide or the power of the pack……” she trails off while fidgeting with her fingers.A soft chuckle escapes my lips. “Are you serious right now?”She looks surprised up at my tiny outburst, unable to understand why I think this is funny. I take her hands in mine and gently caress the ring she just had been fidgeting around on. “Amelia, you have more power than any of us. You are the true werewolf queen, the true Luna to all of us.