As soon as the door closes shut behind us, I get this irrational feeling of fear again. In long, fast strides, Drake moves towards our bed and sets me down onto it. Feeling the softness underneath my body, I relax a little, but I’m unable to look up at my mate.Even the word mate doesn't feel right.Instead, my gaze averts to his feet, which are now moving up and down, tipping the front to the ground in a restless manner. Besides of, two people breathing heavy and the tipping of the feet, the room stays silent. He’s not yelling at me. Seeing as he’s staying put in his place right in front of me, but not yelling, I know he must be really angry. The heavy breathing is the evidence of it and him trying to keep it at bay.Drake is ruthless and scary in every single way. He shreds our enemies into pieces without second thoughts. Yet he would never ever touch me in the wrong way. No, the opposite actually, he treasures and protects me like the most precious gem. So why am I fearing him righ
The day only seems to croach along slowly. Being isolated in my room isn’t the thing that really matters to me. I like to be alone and away from the observant eyes of the pack, only waiting for me to fail again.A lot of them know that I work hard for the pack. In the background I’m the one to work on major business deals, prepare all the papers, and work out plans. Just as our defence. But Drake is the executive to these works. Working in the background is way better and safer for me. Despite how complicated it would be if any of our allies and business partners would find out I’m actually a rogue.On events in our packhouse, Drake always makes sure to keep me safe and far enough away from others to attack me. Some of them have seen my face from afar, but that’s about it.To be honest, after hearing in how much danger I’d be if I got any closer, it makes me rather keep the distance anyway.But right now, I feel bored to the bones. No work, no James or Alana to talk to, nor my books a
My entire body shakes violently as I hunch over and puke, while a mass of images, memories, and feelings flood my body.John rushes to my aid, giving me a bowl that was placed in my room just in case I felt sick from the concussion. Patting my back softly, he tries to whisper soothing words, none of them I’m even able to comprehend.My body is overwhelmed by everything rushing in on me. Everything I wasn’t able to understand in the last day now comes to a sense.Every single moment of the last five years fills my mind. Again, I claw at my throat as I feel water fill my lungs, and I’m unable to breathe. My eyes bulge, and in horror, I look up at John right in front of me, my eyes desperately pleading him for help. I’m drowning, while every inch of my body hurts the in the worst way.“Shhhhh…..It will soon be over," I can now hear him whisper soothingly. “You’re going to be fine.”Images of me in the dungeon flash through my mind, and it feels like my bones are breaking all over again.
Being alone in our room with him freezes me on the spot. Every word said, every action, everything that has just happened shoots to my mind, making it impossible to think about anything but these things.Drakes arms wrap tightly around me from behind, and instantly, I tense at his action. My wolf wants to push him away, but I hold her back. “Are you ok, Amelia?” he asks while placing a soft kiss on my shoulder and another on top of my head.The fact that he hasn’t shredded me to pieces yet proves John’s words to be right, Drake hasn’t heard a thing, despite noticed anything. If he has, then he’s extraordinary in acting. Which, let’s face it, he really is. I mean, all of these years I believed in his love, believed in every single word he said. There was no hint of his lies whatsoever.“Amelia?” He speaks up again now with a little concern in his voice. Get your act together, girl. Don't let him feel it. You can make this. Be as good as he is in acting, I tell myself, little convinced
Luckily, Drake was called out to an emergency pack duty, shortly after the bedroom encounter last night, and hasn’t been back since. He says someone is trying to attack the border constantly at the moment.My hopes go up that it might be the Blood-moon pack.If Drake had stayed much longer in the bedroom last night, I’m not sure how long I could have held the acting up.All night, I tossed and turned in my bed. My mind is still trying to wrap around all of the events and how to deal with it best, especially my emotions. Keeping everything inside of me without going wild like a rogue and killing anyone passing my way seems to be a real task. If I was able to shift right now, I’m not sure I could have held back at all the moment when everything came back to me. She's there. It’s an on and off, but I can’t feel anything even close to being able to shift. Just her thoughts and emotions, and there’s an incredible power on and off. Even if I tried to avoid going anywhere near the pack, an
My bail is rising, and my wolf is growling deep inside. I need to focus on not letting anything slip.“We’re taking her to the healer," Jenny replies self-confident instead of me.“And who gave you the permission to speak up?” Alana lashes out, eyeing Jenny up and down. Has she always been this bitchy? Was I too blind to even notice this?Jenny cocks her head up, and I can see she’s about to retort but before she can get herself into any more trouble, I jump in.“They’re escorting me to the healer. He wanted me to come to the praxis today for an x-ray and further check-ups.” I tell her truthfully and just wish for her to disappear already."Can we kill her?" My wolf nearly pleads, and I have to tell her inwardly to stop wanting to kill people. She seems very blood firsty.“Then why wasn’t I informed? And why are they escorting you instead of me or one of the others?” It used to only be Alana, James, and me. It didn’t occur to me that she could mistrust this situation.“There were some
My eyes widen at the sight in front of me, while I slowly pace through the kitchen to the seat, which has been offered to me. The familiar face hasn’t changed the slightest to what my memory has in store.The exact same facial features, not a day younger or older. How is that even possible? I mean there’s five years between my memory and now.“Tea?” A soft melodic voice asks.Still too astounded to speak, I nod my head as a response. A beautiful tea pot, painted with flowers of all kinds, gets lifted to a cup with the exact same pattern on it. The hot steam coming up has an amazing scent. Closing my eyes just for a moment, I take in the sweet scent of jasmine paired with oranges. What a perfect mixture.I might imagine it, but I feel like my smelling ability is hightened too.Opening my eyes again, I see that warm, caring smile again. “It’s supposed to heal and soothe the senses. Tea and scents have an extraordinary effect on our body, which most people don’t even know to appreciate.”
“So what did the healer say?” Jenny asks and seems very chirpy right now.“Jenny," Freddie says in a warning tone. “That’s not something you ask your Luna," he scolds.To be honest, if Jenny hadn’t just mentioned John the healer, I wouldn’t have even thought about that being the reason I was officially there for. Jenny’s eyes dim a little as I don’t answer immediately.“Worse than just a flu?” She now asks cautiously and a lot less happy than only a moment ago.I try to recall the words John gave me while he guided me towards the kitchen. It’s the same he’s going to give Drake.“No, everything is ok. It's just a normal flu, I just need some rest. Seems like I’m not even immune to that.” I roll my eyes, trying to underline my words while distracting from the truth.Which makes me wonder. Both Jenny and Freddie seemed very familiar with John, and my thoughts go back to Sybil. No one knows, he said. That must include these two, too. How can they be so familiar, know his home, and yet hav
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.