Tilly has always known where her strengths lie, and fighting? Well, it’s not one of them. Her family is ashamed of her and as a way to get rid of her they ship her off to Warrior Elite camp after a rogue attack leaves her blind. Tilly knows her fate has her painted as a rogue and it is only a matter of time before she flunks out of training. But she finds something to work hard for when starts falling for the Alpha she can never have, even if he is making her promises for a better future. Onyx doesn’t play games, and he mostly certainly does not take risks. That is until the smartmouthed, blind warrior literally stumbles into his warrior elite camp. Her quick wit and bold honesty awakened a part of him he didn’t think existed. Only one small problem…She is an awful warrior and he can only be with the best. Yet when his gamma lays down a bet, Onyx finds himself taking a gamble he isn’t quite sure how to handle. Especially when it lands him a rejection from his mate…
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“Matilda May. Third born of the top warriors in the pack, Greta and Harold, is cordially requested to train at the Warriors Elite at the bidding of Alpha Jeremiah of the Cursed Moon Pack.” My younger brother, Beckham, reads aloud in awe. He pauses for dramatic effect and I groan, covering my head with the blanket on my bed.
“She is to report to the main road with only one piece of luggage, no later than ten the night of June sixth. If Ms. May is late, we will retrieve her, willing or not, to fulfill her duty to her pack and the whole of the werewolf cities collaborations,” he continues, his expressive voice growing more grim with every line.
My life hasn’t been terrible. Honestly, it’s pretty okay. I have absent parents I disappoint on a daily basis, but my best friend is killer and my younger brother is the sweetest person ever. My two older brothers are assholes, but that’s not reserved exclusively for me. That’s just their personality trait. I’m about eighty percent sure of it. But this cordial request is very much the thing that may ruin my perfectly ordinary life.
“This has got to be Dad’s doing.” Beckham says, looking at me with worried eyes.
“Or Dylan’s” I muse. Our older brother, Dylan, is a chip off the old block. He is rough, responds only in a guttural grunt of affirmation or disappointment, and thinks I am the worst thing to happen to the family because I was born with the wrong genitalia. Every single third born child in this pack has been male for eons. Until me. Why is it a big deal? Hell if I know. Most everyone else got over it. My parents and older siblings, however, have not.
But that’s ok because I embrace it now. Being a disappointment is my superpower and I wear it proudly, like a bright red cape around my neck.
“Do you think mom knows?” he asks, dropping the ornate invitation that has sealed my fate.
It’s ironic how pretty and fragile it looks for an invitation to death for people like me. And by that I mean, the ‘not physically capable’. And I swear it’s not from lack of trying. It’s completely and totally from lack of capability. I have brains. That’s what I got out of everything. I’m fit enough and I can run circles around people, but put me in front of another person who wants to kill me and I clam up.
I snort and rip it from him. “Are you kidding me? You opened it before I did. Was it sealed?” I lift a brow and Beckham thinks hard.
“No, it wasn’t sealed.” he says with confidence. I quirk a brow in interest.
“So if I didn’t open it and but it was opened when you got your hands on it… then…?”
“Mom must have been the one to open it and place it in here for you.” He deduces and I smile at him.
“Nice deduction skills.” I grin.
I have been working with Beckham on common sense and problem-solving skills. It’s really freaking hard to be the only person in the house with those basic life skills. Mom is pretty decent with it all. But dad? Hah! If Alpha Jeremiah pointed at a freaking tree and said, “That’s the bad guy! Kill him” dad would annihilate that tree in the matter of minutes. I, however, would give the alpha a strange look and ask when he lost his damn marbles.
But that’s the difference between me and my family.
Brawns versus brains.
I sure as shit lack the brawn, they sure as shit lack the brains.
I hear the door slam open downstairs and I sigh heavily, knowing exactly what is coming. Well, I suppose WHO is coming. Anna. My best friend and my parents’ pride and joy. Of all the warriors, Anna is their biggest success. As the alpha’s daughter, she is destined for greatness and I will be her sidekick. And honestly, it doesn’t bother me. Because sidekicks get more down time and I have a huge list of books I want to read. So she can fight the bad guys while I cheer from the sidelines.
Less than thirty seconds after the door slams down stairs, my bedroom door flings open and there stands an excited Anna. Her stark black hair cascading down her shoulders and her bright blue eyes honing in on me. She stares at me for a moment; the anticipation killing her. I roll my eyes, holding up the cursed envelope she is waiting to see. She squeals in joy.
“Anna!” Beckham whines but she ignores him as she tackles me, leaping from the doorway, her Amazonian like body crushing my compact frame into the mattress. “You’re going to kill her.” He mutters, his meaty hands reaching out and plucking her off of me. At fifteen and three years younger, Beckham is always looking out for me the best he can. He is as sweet as he is large and bulky and out of everyone in the universe, I would lie my life down to keep him safe from harm.
I would for Anna too, but if I’m being completely honest, she can handle herself and she is tough as nails.
“We get to go together!” She says, smiling ear to ear.
“Yeah, but you don’t risk becoming a rogue if you fail,” Beckham says, standing from the bed and leaning against the wall.
“And neither does Tilly! Not with me there helping her.” Anna insists.
“What’s the difference between here and there? She still sucks, even with your help.” He shoots at her with a glower.
“Oh wow, your vote of confidence is so sweet, Hammy,” He growls at my nickname and I give him a wry grin. He was such a little porker when he was little that we started calling him Ham from Beckham. The name fell away once he became the beast he is now. Except for me. I get special privileges because he feels bad for me. I take full advantage of it.
“She will try harder with a sexier audience.” Anna shrugs.
“Gross.” Beckham grumbles as he pushes off the wall and moves for the door. “Let me know when soul sucker leaves and we can make dinner together before I do night training?” He asks hopefully and I smile.
“Shut up ‘Hammy’” Anna mocks him and he glares at her before slamming the door.
“Be nice to him,” I scold her and she throws her hands up in defense
“I’m not the one who put him in night training. Blame your brother Ty for Beckham’s grumpy ass these days.”
“Ty is such a dick.” I mutter, grabbing back my envelope and looking at it once more.
“Yeah, well, he is the hot one.” Anna muses, rising from my bed and grabbing my duffle bag. “Did you want to bring your matching workout gear or the actual functional outfits?”
“Function over fashion,” I tell her and she ignores me, packing the super expensive matching sets she bought me, the very one I have never once worn.
“Noted, and denied,” she mutters. I’ll just shove my old sweats and giant hand-me-down shirts from my brothers in it before we head out the door tonight. “I already ordered dresses for us.” she adds and I throw myself on my bed.
“Oh great. I forgot about the ball during training.” I groan, covering my face with the crook of my arm.
“Oh, my gosh, you big whiner.”
“Do I have to go?” I moan, and she throws a shoe at my head. “Rude!” I shout, and she chuckles.
“Yes, you have to go. I have to go, which means you have to go, Til.”
“Right. That whole sidekick gig. Got it.” I roll my eyes. Anna stops what she is doing and offers me a concerned frown.
“It can’t be that bad. I heard the Moon Warriors pack members are gifts from heaven themselves.” She says, trying to deflect.
“Wow. And the rest of us are what? Sprung from the rocks by the lake?” I lift a brow and she trains the next shoe on my face and I surrender “Ok! Ok! Yeesh! You are extra violent today.”
“I get violent when I’m happy. You know that,”
I grimace. Oh, I know all too well how violent she gets when she is happy. She slaps and squeals and tackles and giggles. It doesn’t turn bloody, but I swear it’s almost always damn near fatal.
“Yep.” I mutter.
“Anyway. I have my eyes on Alpha Onyx. Or his Beta Atticus. My dad had a faceTime meeting with them and I couldn’t look away. Fallen angels. Both of them. Now to decipher which one is which,” she mumbles to herself more than to me.
“And I bet they have personalities to match their angelic looks.” I joke and she snorts.
“Who knows, maybe one of them will be my mate! Or yours!” she glows at the thought and I frown. As much as I want out of this pack and away from my parents, who think I’m not good enough for them… I hate the thought of leaving Beckham behind. I don’t want him turning into them. Cold callous robots who don’t pay attention to anyone or anything less than stellar.
“Shit.” Anna mutters, looking at the clock on my wall. “I need to meet my mom for dinner. Do not think about putting your normal workout gear in here or I’ll burn your bags and you will train naked.” I don’t even have time to complain before she flounces out the door, calling out a jubilus goodbye to Beckham.
I glare at the invitation in my hand. The longer I look at it, the more panicked I feel. There is no shaking the feeling of utter loss at the news that I am being required to go. They invite only five warriors from each pack to the Warrior’s Elite training. The four top warriors and the one hopeless one. Me being that lucky number one who doesn’t get an option.
The worst part? If I don’t improve and finish a timed obstacle course at the end, I’m not only kicked out of the program, I’m forced into the life of a rogue.
Last year only two of the low rungs actually made it. Out of ten lowers, only two succeeded. So I have a twenty percent chance of actually making it. This is where having brains sucks. I know my odds and they aren’t looking good. Not even a little bit.
A loud bang resonates through the house, and I gasp in shock before running for my bedroom door. An eerie silence coats the hallway and shivers run up my spine. Something is seriously wrong and my brain senses are telling me to run. My survival instincts are much stronger than my fighting instincts. I hear grunting and a pained groan, and my stomach churns.
Beckham is somewhere in the house. Abandoning all logic, I rush down the stairs, tripping and riding down them roughly on my ass before finding my footing and rushing to the noise where I see two large men corner my baby brother. Cold, hard fear slams into all my senses, my hands sweating and my chest pumping fiercely.
“Run!” Beckham says when he notices me standing in the doorway hyperventilating. His left eye is swollen shut and bloody, and I can see bite marks on his arm. Beckham is only sixteen. He doesn’t have a wolf yet, nor the strength of these two grown ass men. If this boy thinks for a second I will leave him with these two dickheads, he severely underestimates how much he means to me.
So I do the only thing a girl with no fighting ability and only brains can do. I launch the nearest inanimate object at the guy closest to me. Then I instantly regret my life choices as the wooden spoon bounces off his noggin, and he turns his dirty face to me.
Remember that whole monologue about me having brains? Yeah, well, I may have lied. I guess I don’t have those either.
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*Onyx POV** SIX YEARS LATER*Tilly’s leg bounces nervously in the seat next to me as I chuckle to myself, shaking my head. She instantly shoots me an annoyed glare. In six years, I still can’t get enough of her, annoyed or not. Hell, sometimes I prefer her annoyed. It makes for a very fun game of groveling at the end of the day. Her glare slowly morphs into a hidden smile as my emotions transfer to her. “Stop it.” She hisses and I shake my head, looking at the road before us.“I didn’t do anything,” I laugh.“I can feel you being amused and…stuff. It’s like you don’t even care about me and my feelings.” She fakes a whine, her lips turning into a big pout, and I growl in my chest. “Oooh, Oh I promise you, I care VERY much about feeling you. Uh, I mean your feelings.”She groans and presses her head on the back of the headrest. “You know how…” She pauses and looks behind her at the perfect five-year-old little boy we created who watches us intently. Then she looks back at me, her ch
***Bonus Chapter****Anna POV*Tilly looks perfect in her usual oversized top and scuffed up jeans. If I would have had it my way, that girl would be in the most expensive lace dress Onyx could muster up, but that wouldn’t be her. That would be me dressing her and honestly…She looks just as good right now as she would in any dress. It’s not the clothing she is wearing that makes it, but the smile on her lips that I am certain will remain there until the end of our days. It wasn’t easy keeping this secret from her, but damn, was it worth it. Onyx looks at her like our wolves look at the moon. She is more than his mate but his everything, and damn it, she deserves it. I think when the Goddess made their union; she knew Tilly would need a little extra from her mate. She and Onyx dance as the rest of the party guests leave, heading home just as the sun rises. It was one long ass party, that is for sure, and I am exhausted. Ty’s hand slides into mine, lifting it to his lip and pressing a
*Two weeks later**Tilly POV*One week in my new pack and I can, with absolute certainty, say that I have found my home. The pack is full of genuinely kind pack members. I have not had a single day without at least three cookies for breakfast and that is NOT a complaint. Onyx made the joke that they love me more than him, but I think they are just happy he is happy. It makes sense now why he felt he had to make a promise to them to take Harriet as his mate. She emulates what his pack is, and she is truly beloved by them all. But she is more cherished as a Gamma, more loved by her true mate than she would have been by a chosen one. And she deserves to be with the man meant to complete her. Just like I deserve the love I have with Onyx. It took some acceptance and I’ve got a long way to go, but I deserve it. Just like everyone else. I am meant to be here. With them. With him. My whole life, I have craved this fairy tale of someone being able to love me. I gave up the notion I could e
“Are you sore?” Onyx teases me as I limp to the bathroom, looking back to shoot him a glare. “No.” I lie and bite back a smile. “Mmm, good.” He murmurs, making the bed. “Means I can go harder tonight.” I gulp as a pang of needy pleasure shoots right for my sore bits, and I curse Onyx under my breath. He knows what his words do to me, and he is taking great pleasure in my struggle for more of him while my body simultaneously begs for reprieve. I’m a glutton for sweet, delicious punishment at his hands, apparently. He surprises me as he wraps his hands around my tummy from behind his chin finding the crook of my neck and he presses his cheek flush to mine. Then he walks me to the window, showing me the stunning view of snow-capped mountains as the sun cascades down on them. The world has been awake for hours while we had snuggled in the comfort of our bubble. “That’s home,” he mutters, nuzzling my jawline and dropping two kisses there. “Our home. Just beyond the mountains.” “Hm
Onyx eats the last of the pesto chicken and stands from the bed, taking our plates and setting them on the desk near the door. When he spins around, he has a glint in his eyes and I blush as his emotions flood my mind. It seems he is hungry again. Instead of coming to me, he moves to the bathroom to clean himself up and I chuckle to myself as my body is ravaged by the barrage of emotions he still has hammering into me. When he walks back out, he is clean shaven, his perfectly angled jawline on full display and it does to me exactly what the v shape at his waist does. Which is going to be great when we are in public. Nothing wrong with being hot and bothered ALL the time, right? His smile morphs into a sheepish grin as he stalks over to me, his eyes dark and his hands dropping to the waistband of his shorts. Before he shimmies them off and leaps onto the bed. I howl in laughter, giggling as he reaches out and takes hold of my ankles, yanking me down onto my back. Onyx then crawls u
*Tilly POV*“I hate meetings,” I whisper to Anna, who elbows me in my side. I stick my tongue out at her and she rolls her eyes before biting back a smile. Onyx reaches out and takes my hand, entwining our fingers as he pulls me back to the conversation that’s about to start.“Behave,” he whispers in my ear, but I hear the smile there. He prefers it when I misbehave and we both know it. It was my lack of decorum that drew him to me in the first place, right? My grandmother sits to the right of my grandfather and to his left another middle-aged man with a peppering of gray in his black hair. I tilt my head, trying to figure out who he is when my grandfather clears his throat, calling everyone’s attention. Only respective alphas and their mates are here. Anna being the exception to the rule since she will take the role once she gets home since she has found her mate.“I would like to first start by apologizing profusely.” My grandpa mutters, his eyes much clearer than they had been whe
I stand, and in one singular motion, I lift her and spin so she is on my lap. She rises on her knees, hovering just above me as I look up at her. The light shines from behind her, illuminating her hair and outlining the curves of her body as water splashes off her skin.The look in her eyes, that shy hunger, has my heart stuttering in my chest. I reach up, gingerly stroking her cheek before wrapping my hand around the nape of her neck and yank her lips to mine in a needy kiss. Her body presses to mine and the shock of how strong the sparks are makes us both gasp. She giggles into my mouth and it sends a thrill through me and down to the place where I need our bodies to meet.There is nothing I need more than to feel her in every way. But we are on her time right now. Meeting or not, nothing will make me rush this, rush her. Why the hell would I want to? I want to lap up every damn second like the thirsty wolf I am. I nibble on her bottom lip, then press my tongue along her lips, sea
*Onyx POV*We are all on edge, as we should be, considering where we are, but if what Tilly and Anna have told me is true, I think they are trustworthy. Not to mention Tilly is now this pack’s only hope of survival. To attack her or anyone she wishes to protect is death to the pack with no redemption. And it’s their own dumb rules that tied their hands like this.The boy leading us to our room stops for a minute and then turns toward Tilly. She clings to me, her pain seeping through the mate bond, notifying me she has once again done too much too soon. She should have just let me carry her the entire way. “If you need anything, just stick your head out and holler. I’ve already put clean towels and linens out. Audra, the she-wolf attending to you will be by with some clothing that fits.” He then gives a curt bow and walks off. “Well, that was interesting…” Tilly says, then her tired gray eyes look up at me. “Do we have servants like this in our pack?”My heart swells at her words. Ou
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