Onyx’s hands cup my face, pulling me impossibly close as his lips devour mine. His tongue runs along my bottom lip before he plunges it into my mouth with a needy moan. I cling to him for dear life as I whimper in delight at the onslaught. My wolf and I have craved this since the moment we knew he was supposed to be ours. Mate bond or not, this feels so right. His hands tangle into my loose updo and I drag my nails up and down his back, pulling my body tight to his. I want to stay here forever, lost in his touch, but my alarm bells are ringing in my head, telling me time is up. Onyx must feel it too as he slows his lips, lengthening our kisses to a more controlled sampling of what will come. I whine as he stops, panting, and presses his cheek to mine to calm himself. “If we do not stop now, I won’t be able to control my wolf in marking you.” He whispers hoarsely. My skin goosebumps at the promise and I shudder in his arms. “I know.” I breathe back. Onyx’s hand falls to the nape o
*Anna POV* I’ve never been afraid of the dark before. In fact, there isn’t much I’ve ever feared aside from losing those I love. Until right now. Right now, as I lay broken and beat for the first time, it seeps in like an early morning fog, threatening everything I know about who I am. The woods are near silent. The tree canopy must be blocking out the moon and it leaves me in a black blanket of that fear. I don’t know how long I’ve laid here. If it’s been days or minutes but I know my body is working in overdrive to heal itself. It thrums in agonizing pain as my bones creak and bend back to their normal positions, leaving in its stead an ache so intense I can’t help but whimper. Every painful pulse is a strike on the battle drums within me, feeding my festering frustration, and with that anger I grow stronger. Because the only thing stronger than fear is an anger. And I’m fucking livid. A hiss startles me and I realize it is my own labored breathing as I try to force myself to a
*Tilly POV*“You really should eat something. Consider it your last meal.” Ian says, an amused smile twitching at the corners of his mouth and a glint of cockiness in his eyes. He is unmistakably an asshole. Clearly a trait he got from my mom’s sperm donor. Or rather, a forced sperm donor. “I’m not hungry,” I grit out now for what feels like the tenth time. He sits across from me in a throne chair. The high walnut back twists into an intricate design of wolves howling up at the moon and the tufted fabric behind his big head is blood red. He looks like a fucking nut trying to live out some weird kingly fantasy.“Starving yourself won’t stop the inevitable, Matilda.” “Okay.” I shrug, opting for the path of least resistance, which wonderfully lines up with the path that annoys him the most. If there is any chance of escape or rescue, I need to be out of his eyesight long enough for something to happen. Which means being annoying is the only weapon I have at the moment, and man, is it a
I twiddle my thumbs, waiting for my grandmother to say something, so something other than stare at me with this weird adoring look on her face. Maybe she had a stroke? It would explain why she hasn’t moved…? Can werewolves even have strokes? “I can see your brain whirring,” she chuckles, finally moving and reaching up to pat at her hair. “I thought you might have died. Or had a stroke.” I mutter.“Strokes are only for humans, my dear.” She chuckles softly, her eyes wrinkling at the corner. She seems so sweet and inviting.“Right.” I mutter. “So do you like…have any questions or….” “I’m just enjoying your company. No questions on my mind at the moment.” She says softly and I gape at her. My nose crinkles in confusion and I just…blink at her like she might be losing her mind. Who the hell just stares at people and enjoys it? Only answer I can come up with is psychopaths. “Enjoying my company?” I ask. She smiles sweetly, a gentle look in her eyes.“Indeed.”“Trying to memorize my fa
Minutes bleed into hours as I fall in and out of sleep. It must be them trying to use darkness as a mode of torture. Too bad he doesn’t know I lived in it for weeks. Not only that, but I had learned to almost thrive in it. So instead of cowering in the corner like I had been doing earlier, I reminded myself that I can do hard shit, have been all my life, and I made a plan. Or rather, started to. I’ve been strategizing how best to create an opportunity for me to run. It is unlikely that Anna will save me, Onyx, either. For all I know, he is dead. I pull my knees to my chest, forcing my stomach to stop aching and my lungs to cease burning. If he was dead, I’d know it, I’d feel it, right? Mate bond or not, we have a connection that goes beyond fate or soulmates. So there is no way I wouldn’t feel him if he had died. It’s impossible, so I push the thought away and settle in on the truths I know. I know Anna is injured, Onyx was poisoned (fucking Georgie), and Ty went for help before shit
The stone is cool and damp under my palms as I glide along the wall, doing my best to stay as quiet as possible. I have to make it to the main door, the very creaky and loud main door without being noticed. Though I doubt reaching the door will be the hard part. No, the hard part will be exiting it without alerting the two guards that I am there. I can’t very well just crack it open and give them a smile and run. My pulse thrums in my ears, bleeding into my frustration as I try to listen to any and every sound. Each drip of whatever is wet hitting the floor has me on edge. My senses are overloaded as I expect to be caught at any moment. I mean, after all, I got a key from a half deranged old man who claimed to be my grandfather. There isn’t much rhyme or reason to my believing him other than sheer desperation and in this desperation, I am a sweaty damn mess of nerves. My toe stubs on a cement block and I bite back a pained cry as I freeze in place, willing the pain to go away. I lean
“How the ever living fuck did she get past you?” Ian growls at his scouts. They look at each other before dropping their heads in shame. “Alpha, it’s like she just vanished.” One woman says. “Truly. One moment she was exiting the shack and the next she was gone. She is stealthy.”He sneers at her, taking four menacing steps into her until he has her backed into a tree.“Veronica, Veronica, Veronica. If I wanted fucking excuses, I WOULD HAVE ASKED FOR FUCKING EXCUSES!” He slams his hand into the trunk next to her cheek as she cowers away from him. “Y-yes alpha.” She says, swallowing a lump in her throat as I watch from the coverage of the trees down the row.What Ian doesn’t realize is that I’ve been on his tail for most of the night. Going where they search after the search it, sticking close enough that I can see and hear what I need. If they don’t find me before the apex of the moon, Ian misses his chance for the month. It’s been rather amusing watching him lose his shit with each
*Onyx POV*My veins feel as if liquid nitrogen is weaving a painful icy trail through them, leaving in its wake a sting that bleeds into an insatiable itch. The wolfsbane may leave my body, but it still hurts like a bitch. Georgie have had a change of heart, but it wasn’t until I was thoroughly fucking damaged.I close my eyes, resting my head on the rough bark of the tree behind me. Everything feels wrong. My head, my body, this whole fucked up situation. Even my skin, no, especially my skin, as I grate my skull against the tree bark, looking for it to ease the itch that seems to come in waves. “You look like shit,” Anna mutters, finally waking up after a long Power Nap we arrived on this fucking border, just as the moon was peeking out. “You don’t look any better,” I chuckle, but wince when it feels like flames are inhabiting my chest.“We have to wait,” Tic says, trying to reason with Ty, who is being…well…unreasonable. Not that I blame Ty. In fact, I agree with him right now. T
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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