Another chapter or two will be posted later today.
(Piper POV) Ingrid stood up, took a few steps forward, and slapped me.Her slap was hard. So hard, in fact, that I knew that my face would likely bruise. “YOU SL&T!!!” she screamed. “What the f&&k are you doing with my pup?!?!?! It isn’t enough that you are trying to steal Leo from me, now you are trying to steal my son too?!?!?!?!?”I looked at her, feeling both confused and a little pissed off.“I don’t know what you are talking about.”“Like hell you don’t,” she growled.I narrowed my eyes at her. Thanks to being best friends with Xander growing up and having to deal with his …ways… with she-wolves, I had plenty of experience dealing with jealous females. I knew most of the games that they would sometimes play. Ingrid’s current game was an obvious and overused one. She was pretending to be upset about something, hoping to use her own bad behavior to trigger me to do or say something even worse back. Then, she would go back to Leo and play the victim.I refused to play he
(Piper POV)“Back off, Ingrid,” I warned as I stood up. “This is not about you.”“Oh, it is about me, Blondie. And I’m about to prove it to you.”I had no idea what she meant, and at that point, I didn’t want to know. I needed to de-escalate the situation and fast.“You need to stop being so boring. You are only 20 years old,” Penelope complained. “Let your hair down and let me kick some brunette a&&.”Honestly, I wanted to. Believe me, I did.But — again— I had been around she-wolves like Ingrid in the past. Playing their games had never worked out well for me. Xander and I rarely fought, but when we did, it was always because of one of his “girlfriends” (term used loosely). Even when Xander believed that I had not been the aggressor —which he didn’t always believe— he typically blamed me for things getting out of hand:“You should have been the bigger wolf.”“You knew she was just jealous. Why not just walk away?”“I am disappointed in you. You should have been more respo
(Xander POV)As I stood on the border of Bloodstone Pack, waiting to give the “go” signal to the second group of fighters, I felt ready, nervous, and introspective.I knew that our odds of success on this mission were low, and that many of our fighters would die. It was a harsh reality for me to accept. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on me, knowing that many wolves that I had known and respected for years may not be coming home…. and knowing that I may not come home myself.The weight was so heavy that I had been unable to sleep the night before the attack. My heart, my stomach, and every part of my body burned and hurt painfully. On a positive note, experiencing the stress before the attack caused me to gain a new appreciation for my father. Despite challenging him for years on why he had become so reluctant to engage in war, I now understood.War was not easy. Only a fool would think it was.Even so, I was determined to see this through. The risks and the stress
(Xander POV)There are a lot of things to tell you, and a lot of things I am sure that you want to know, so I will just dive right on in.How long have I known that Leo and Piper were fated mates?Since shortly after my father agreed to the arranged marriage between Leo and Piper.How did I find out?After I failed to convince my father to back out of the arranged marriage bullsh&t, I visited a seer. I needed to know what Leo’s interest was in Piper, and why he was going to such great lengths to get her, and my trusted investigators were coming up empty.Did my father know?He knew that I was going to see a seer, but I never told him what the seer told me. He had been adamantly opposed to me going. He warned me that it was dangerous to know the future, especially without any context for it. He also warned me that the quality of the information yielded from a seer not only depended on the seer, but also on the quality of the questions themselves. It was not something a novice shoul
(Xander POV)It was now 11 am on Friday morning.The first two waves of the attack had been successful. In minutes, I would give the green light for the third and final phase.This was the phase that I was most looking forward to, because it was the phase in which I would personally go into the packhouse and rescue Piper. Goddess, how I missed her. It had only been two weeks, and yet it felt like a lifetime.According to my senior warriors —and according to my own observations— we currently had 164 seriously injured warriors on our side, whereas Bloodstone had 42. Neither side had suffered any casualties yet.Normally, a count of 164-42 would represent a devastating loss, even without any known casualties. However, these numbers were actually far better than we had expected going in.You see, we never intended to truly win the attack. We merely needed to create enough of a distraction so that we could get our special forces, including myself, into the packhouse.The general frame
(Xander POV)Spoiler alert: the final wave of the attack did not go as planned. Or at least not the way that I planned.Before I explain what happened, I need to back up a little bit and explain some more about how Ellis factored into all of this. Fully understanding Ellis’s motives and his role will become important later.Admittedly, looking back on it, it is a little tough for even me to understand what I was thinking back then. Was it my desperation that caused me to trust Ellis so much? Was it my immaturity? Was it my love for Piper?I don’t know. But I suppose the best place to start is this simple cliché:“The enemy of my enemy is my friend.”I think this saying comes the closest to explaining why —despite knowing Ellis for such a short period of time— he and I became very close very quickly. Indeed, from our initial conversations, it became obvious that Ellis hated Leo Bloodstone even more than I did. And because of his hatred, rules did not matter to him. Nor did et
(Leo Bloodstone POV)I had been fighting in my wolf form for hours, alongside my father, Nick Brogan, and the rest of my team.I had barely broken a sweat, and we were doing a good job of dealing with the overall threat. However, enemy fighters kept coming at us, and I could not shake the feeling that something was off.Of course, I had felt that way from the moment that I was notified that we were under attack.Almost from the get-go, there were several clues confirming that this was no ordinary attack —some small; some much more obvious.Clue # 1 was that we were attacked at all. It had been at least ten years since the last direct attack on Bloodstone Pack. We took pride in our reputation for being ruthless, unforgiving, and undefeated; most packs and rogues in the country knew not to mess with us. That someone —or multiple someones— had decided to attack us meant that we were dealing with wolves who were either desperate or who had a death wish.Clue # 2 was the bizarre way th
(Xander POV)“Looking for something?” F&&k. F&&k, f&&k, f&&k.Running into Leo Bloodstone was not part of my plan. Nor was it part of any of my contingency plans.I turned around. Leo was leaning smugly against the wall with his arms crossed, wearing just a pair of basketball shorts.“What are you doing, Xander?” he asked. His tone was patronizing, like he was talking to a young pup instead of another alpha. Worse, he seemed more annoyed than angry. It did not bode well for the position that I was now in.I sighed. I was not going to let this a&&hole get under my skin. I reminded myself that he had more to lose —and more reason to worry— than I did right now. All I had to do was improvise and everything would be fine.I hoped.“What does it look like I am doing?” I sneered. “I am rescuing Piper.”Leo glared at me. “She doesn’t need rescuing.”“I heard she is marrying you tomorrow,” I challenged.“She is,” he confirmed.“Then she needs rescui