After this endless night, I felt beaten. Breathing felt hard, and my mind was in a dark place. I needed to see her, needed to talk to her. I needed to understand! We waited for her for so long, searched for her after she disappeared, mourned her; now she was here, and Damian and I needed her.Walking hastily over to her little house, I felt my heart pounding in my chest, and Damian stirred impatiently. I knew very well she might still be mad for some reason, but that didn’t stop the smile on my lips. No matter what, we would see her soon and be close to her again.Knocking on her door, I felt like a little kid. Sweaty in my palms, my heart was working overdrive, and a huge creepy smile on my face that, no matter how hard I tried, I could not hide.But the smile fell on its own after a while because nobody opened the door. I knocked and pounded on the door and nothing. No sound or movement inside. Her smell still lingered, and Jenny´s. Of course, she was here yesterday. Did she stay ov
The third and fourth, however, are more my cup of tea. Erik, a typical manly man, a little quiet, always smiled when I looked in his direction with deep brown eyes. He didn’t play cards but was an eager Dart player; he managed to seem confident and a bit shy at the same time. And like the other two, he was far from immune to Jenny´s advances. His eyes raked over her from time to time, and he kept the drinks coming. The silent type, I snickered to myself. Oh, the silent types are often the most fun!Then there was Johan; he reminded me of Bear in many ways. Just not as dark skin as he had, his hair a little longer, full lips, and a little beard that was last shaved a good week ago, but the best part was his green eyes. They seem to sparkle when the light hits them the right way nearly. Compared to Erik, he was more outspoken, smiled, and he had a booming laughter that vibrated down in my chest. But something didn’t feel right. He was intense, charming, and open, at least trying to give
FlashbackIt broke my heart; it broke my already shattered soul. He was no longer my mate! I didn’t know this wicked person; hell, he wasn’t even a person anymore! Nobody was that evil!I covered my mouth with both hands, shaking, holding back my uneven breath and uncontrollable sobs. And for the first time in a very long time, tears streamed down my face like a burning liqueur of betrayal.The voices slowly got further away; the two men walked away from my room. My mate, no, my former mate and someone else. I recognized his voice, but I could not put a face to it.He didn’t save me, he didn’t change his mind, and there were no mistakes made. My suffering did not concern him the slightest; my life didn’t concern him. In his eyes, I was nothing., I didn’t exist anymore. The memories of the life we spent together were mere annoyances for him. A buzzing mosquito that lingered and needed to be put out of its misery.I felt sick. Not that I had anything in my stomach I could throw up; it d
Gee, I got the wolf with a black belt in weird slogans and insults; whom the hell says that kind of shit!“Hold your fucking horses! Mates?? As in several? Are you high?”“I’m the one that should be asking that! Our honey-glazed, delicious muscle hunks have been thrown at us, and you dodge them like it’s a burning crap pile and sit down in a bar, get drunk, get drugged, and fantasize about sleazy meat bags with a dick! And what for? Just to scratch an itch between your legs!? ”For once, I actually felt embarrassed and a little slutty. Because she was not wrong. But I could not really get past the “Mates” part. Why would I have several mates? I didn’t even want one, did I? And what the heck did she mean about them being thrown at us? Then why haven’t I met them? Why didn’t I sense them? It's not like a subtitle hint when you meet your fated mate.&nbs
“Yes! Who else could it have possibly been? See, I even come bearing gifts! “Marcus came beaming in, carrying a plate with what smelled like scrambled eggs and a coffee mug.Bumping down on the bed, so nearly everything spilled out, my eyes were glued to the coffee mug.“Hey! Careful, don’t spill my precious life elixir! ““Yeah, you look like shit! You differently need some of this!”I squinted my eyes at him and grabbed the mug; I very vel know how I look, but why does he have to be one of those who don’t just know that you don’t say those things out loud?“You should be more careful, too; you know that the other night was right out dangerous!”All of a sudden, he dropped his beaming smile, and the tone became more serious; what did I become a rebellious teenager when I was out or what? He didn’t even give me time to defend myself before continuing his lecture.“What would you have done if I didn’t find you? Huh? What if one of those scumbags or regulars at that bar found you fir
He grabbed his dick and adjusted it a little through his jeans before walking out. So what? His plan didn’t go as he planned this time, and yes, it did bug him a little that he could not watch, but this was just the start. It was a good start! He would make sure she didn’t become too cocky, break her down a little, and keep her vulnerable and in need of help, but at the same time, have her think she has someone she can trust and that this is a place where she can be safe and lower her guards.He opened the door in his little shed; it was perfectly placed at the far end of his backyard, right in the forest line, so half of it was hidden by the shadows from the massive threes.Closing the door behind him, he locked it before opening the hidden door leading down.He worked his ass off for over two years to make this hidden room under the ground, but it was well worth it. Walking down a short and steep set of stairs, he flicked the light on.It was not a massive area, but bigger and bette
Mallory´s POVThis was not a good day; just when I thought I couldn’t be any worse. Guess what? It did!First, I spent the morning throwing things at Marcus; he fucking drugged me! He dragged me over to his own house in the middle of the night! And drugged me! What the hell was he even doing there in the first place?Only to later realize I was already drugged, and he gave me something so that I could sleep the drug out of my system. And just to be sure I knew just how potent those drugs were, he told me everything I did, I said. I just wanted the ground to swallow me! I didn’t want to believe a word of it!I would never beg anyone to fuck me! Let alone down on my knees, beg Marcus to ravish me, tear my own clothes off, humping his bedpost, and try to assault the showerhead. The list seemed never to end! I didn’t want to hear anymore!One more word of what I did, or allegedly did, I’ll just melt down in the ground—marinating in my own embarrassment while I wait for mother earth to cl
I gasped at the sudden burning pain; it snapped me right out of that little trance. He fucking slapped my ass! So hard I could feel the burn through my jeans! It took me a couple of seconds to realize, and by then, he was running down the hall. Shouting and barking? Barking? Really?! For a brief second there, I forgot all about my furry face.“Woof woof! Here kitty, kitty, kitty! Woof woof!”“Serious! Do you know cats don’t bark? Right?”I ran after him down the hall, around the comfy chair in the living room, and over Bear and Ethan's bags that were tossed on the middle of the floor.“Woof! Come here, ehm, Bella? Lady..? Naah, Mallory is actually a great dog’s name! Who´s a good girl, who´s a good girl! ““Just wait till I catch you! Why do you run? Pussy! “We came rushing into the kitchen, squealing, laughing, huffing, and puffing, and well, Marcus came barging in barking too.Like misbehaving kids, we stopped in our tracks when we met Bear´s eyes, and my heart sank. Damn, Bear rea
“Want to try it again? Maybe you just need some help from a friend?” I scoffed, ignoring the blood that trickled down over my face and how my hair stuck to my face and neck. I knew I looked like shit, that I was covered in minor cuts and bruises. Still, I stood tall, smiling, looking over at that pathetic little man hunched over a couple of meters away from me. Because, If I look like shit, he seems half-dead already. He lost the strategy games, not only the first time but the second, third, and fourth times. He was loud and obnoxious and a soar looser on top of it all. Then he followed up with poor planning, reading the map wrong, then drawing up the lines on the map wrong after he was corrected about the map direction and size scales. He was a hot-headed brute, most likely used to scare people into doing what he wanted, yell at people, stop arguing, and just rely on pure muscle mass. He might do well in a drunken fistfight, but he had nothing on me, and the crowd had begun to see
“It is okay; I’ve known this as long as I can remember.”She smiled,“Not even Clark or Sofia could help me if they wanted to. I know creatures like me die on their first shift. That is out of our hands, out of yours too. I do not have a wolf, at least not a wolf the moon goddess would approve of, so she would not let it have life on Earth. So, when my first shift is bound to happen, I will die with the beast assigned to me, which is deemed too dangerous and destructive for this world. I am okay with this, Mal; I find it peaceful. This way, I will never be a danger to all creatures; I accept that this is the only way the moon goddess can protect her innocent children,”I placed my hand over her mouth before she could continue,“No, Ophelia. Just no. This is all lies! I understand you believe them, as you grew up having to, but please believe me when I say this is false! This is not the way the moon goddess work, far from it! “I did my best to block all incoming mind links, feeling Op
Everything went by so easy and smooth, to the point it actually made me nervous and tense. I waited for someone to try stop us, attack us, anything really. But it didn’t happen. I got dressed and gave Ophelia the simple, child version of the nights event. Mostly to try make her feel safe again, and it worked. It made me feel bad, I never realized how tense and on guard she had been all this time, and I didn’t even notice before all of it left her in a deep breath. Her shoulders fell, her back relaxed and smiled, stating she was happy that old mean woman would never come near us again.Ophelia stood right next to me when we entered the stage again, and to my surprise everyone seemed to have showed up here. There might be a few missing, but not so it was visible on the size of the crowd. There was of course no sparkling joy and clear happiness, but u never expected it to be. I just killed their alpha, right in front of them and claimed his rank. They didn’t know me, for all they knew I
Everything happened within seconds.My dress shattered and was tossed around on the stage. The so-called King literally jumped me, claws and canines flashing in the dancing light from the flames. But also, Myra bounced back; apparent, she’s been watching it all.I didn’t even get to reach them, but she did, and the growl that rumbled in my chest was her. Power and anger surged through me as her presence filled me and pushed me forward. We didn’t shift form, but she filled mine to the point that it felt like my skin would rip and tear at any moment. His canine scraped my collarbone, and his claws sank deeper into my hips. Blood trickled down my legs and over my chest. Seeing through Myra´s raging eyes, I realized we didn’t switch this time; she didn’t force me back and deny me control.Myra grabbed a fist of his hair and yanked his head back with such force that I thought she broke his neck at first. But I didn’t take time to care, didn’t take time to enjoy the sight of him forced to
“Myra?” I called for her again; it had to be the hundredth time, at least. Each time I could feel her stir far in the back of my head, but still no answer. She was there, but something kept us from each other, blocking our connection. I’m not scared; I’m angry and frustrated. Not a chance in hell that spoiled brat touch me, and I’m sure as hell won’t let him mark me! I’ve had my time with a Mate; I’m not doing it again! To be so blind and naïve just because of an invisible attraction and a bite. I glared at the blue dress sparkling up the dimmed room with its mere presence hanging over the chair. It didn’t sparkle, not really, but in my eyes, it was like the light at the end of a tunnel. Only you knew this light did not represent freedom or escape; it was everything but that. I never fancied dresses, at least not in this life, but I can still remember the time I did. This was supposed to be my mateing ceremony dress, a dress for a royal Luna. Had my old Luna or mother seen this, th
My fingers ached my neck, shoulders, and wrists.That old hag had a loose grip on her cane, and I gritted my teeth as the thin wooden whip smacked over my neck again.“No! Back straight, shoulders leveled but relaxed. Never hunch forward, and make sure to hold your head up high but your gaze low!”She scolded, and I’ve yet to figure out how all this is possible at the same time! Head high and gaze low, I mocked in my head. I would look like an idiot looking down my nose! Not that I haven’t tried that.“Graceful, flowing! Move like a perfect lady and carry yourself with a calm and submissive attitude. A woman that knows her worth and rank knows how to present herself and her mate. “My skin burned just seconds after the swishing sound of her cane moved through the air. I swear to the goddess, if Ophelia wasn't here watching, looking worried and pained already, I would have snapped that cane in two and showed them so far up this dry witch´s ass that they peeked out her nose! “Goddess,
I had refused to let them take Ophelia, even if the old ladies swore, they would just take those dreaded clothes off and put her to bed. I could do that; just show me where. Apparently, it wasn’t that easy, and I’ve made more than one enemy in these early morning hours."Sit!"I slumped down in the little wooden chair, strangely placed in the middle of the room. But it is okay; Ophelia is sound asleep in the little room just behind me, and I’m not going anywhere while she is.With an arched brow and probably the most bored face I could muster, I watched as the red haired brute stepped aside. Walking in the door, he loosened his cape and flung it at the redhead without even glancing in his direction. He grabbed a chair and dragged it over the floor, and placed it right over me before he sat down. Without a trace of shame, I looked him over, slowly from head to toe. Rolling up his sleeves revealed several scars and tattoos. Well-trained and muscled, I’ll give him that. His chin was shav
" I do not have to listen to this!"Sofia's voice was a pitch too high, interrupting his harsh words and outright scolding session.Lifting her chin up, her lips pressed together to a tight line. It was apparent she felt she outranked this man but also feared him. Sofia had eventually given up batting her eyelashes, holding around herself while not so subtly pressing her breasts up. She even added the quivering pouty lip and that half-shy tilt with her head looking down to the side.It amused me to see all her attempts failed, and now her cheeks were flustered, and all the charm she tried was put away. Irritated and embarrassed, I bet she would have run away long ago I he had just turned his back on her for a second." I did my part! I even went above and beyond and did a fucking good job! "A dry "Hah!" was enough to set off her hurt ego and activate the entitled princess rant,"Hah? She is clean; believe me, every single part of that bitch is scrubbed soar! And look at her! Fucking
“What? Cat got your tongue now?”Sofa pressed her cheek against mine and chuckled.But I didn’t care; guilt and disbelief etched through my intestines. I wanted to be angry, but not even that could I manage right now, just gaping and staring. Blinking, hoping she would be gone the next time, I opened my eyes, but no such luck.“Isn’t she pretty? Clark has a special gift, and he loves displaying his art. Unfortunately, it has been a while since he was able to display it for all to see, so this was a golden opportunity to show how he had improved his skills since last time.”Art? Does he call this art? Her naked body was tied around the highest point of the water fountain, making some of the water pour over her face and hair and the rest of her body. There had to be some stick behind her back, or at least something, because she was displayed just like Jesus when crucified. Her hands right out to the sides, one foot over the other. The only difference was that she had not been nailed dow