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Quinn I stood with my back to the mirror, trying to look over my shoulder at the bruises Troy left on my skin last night. I thought it would be worse, but there was only one visible bluish bruise in the crease where my butt and back leg met. I traced a finger over it, shuddering when I remembered what happened yesterday. I burned with a kind of uncomfortable embarrassment and mix of pride when I replayed the previous night through my head. Not once did I feel small or degraded - the opposite happened. Watching the helpless way Troy lost control of himself when he came at the mere sound of my voice gave me a sense of power I never knew I possessed. I never liked pain. What kind of moron did? I always associated being beaten, or in this case spanked, with something negative. In my mind, it was a punishment, a tool of humiliation, and my mother always beat me out of anger or to correct some kind of behaviour she found unacceptable. Troy wasn't angry at me, nor did he try to humiliate
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Quinn “Not even a hello, huh?” “Answer me," Troy growled. "What took so long?” What the hell was going on with him today? “I didn’t take the phone out of the box until it started ringing.” “Raf told me he gave you the phone half an hour ago,” Troy snarled on the other end. “How long does it take you to open a box?” “I didn’t know it was already set up, and I was talking to Missus Lowry.” “About what?” “Woman things. What’s going on?” He sighed dramatically, and I could just picture him tousling his thick hair, making it all messy. “I’m just checking in with you.” “Why? Are you afraid I’ll run away?” “Try to out-run Raf, I dare you.” “Am I your prisoner?” I teased. “Yes,” he said in a deadly calm and dangerous voice. He clearly was in no mood to play around. “I already told you that you’re not going anywhere.” Maybe this strange control thing of his was the reason so many women ran from him. “Well…you can relax. I don’t really feel like running away today. Maybe tomorrow.”
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Quinn Glover’s mouth dropped open in surprise. Yesterday, I was a timid little girl who made no demands, but something flipped between then and now. Even the way I spoke to Missus Lowry was unusual for me. I had no idea where my new-found courage came from. I didn't even know the voice that told me I was Alpha-descendent. I just knew I liked it, and I had no intention to back down ever again. I was sick and tired of others telling me what I could and could not do. I used to be so quiet. I always knew my place. Like a trapped little mouse, I always tried to hide and shy away from others, always tried to please them. I was so sick of it. I didn’t want to be quiet and in my place anymore. “Thomas Shelby is an Alpha of the north. He’s not part of Prince Troy’s kingdom," Raf finally said. "You are a princess of the east, you can’t just walk in there and demand to take your brothers." I turned on my guard. “Where is Dexter Maree from?” “Also the north,” Raf said. “So I’m from the nort
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Sebastian Despite the reason Troy sent me, I was happy to be home with Mario. The city was exhausting. Hiding who I was, constantly pretending to be interested in the women throwing themselves at me, seeing the hurt in Mario’s eyes when I’d kiss one of them to keep up appearances...it drained me and killed me a little inside every time I had to do it. It hurt even more when Mario did the same things I did, even though I knew it was necessary. Where we were from, sexuality didn’t matter. The Goddess fated us with our soul mates, and their genders were completely irrelevant. It could have gone either way for Mario, his previous mate was female, but I never cared much for female company. Mario and I were fated. I wanted to mark him, finally claim him as mine and gift him with immortality, but we both agreed that it was a bad idea while we lived among the humans. More than anything, I wanted to go home where I'd be with my own kind, but I wanted to go to a peaceful home, not the war z
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Troy Before I went to the hospital, I changed out of my expensive suit and into a non-descript pair of jeans and a plain white t-shirt. I crouched in the bushes outside the large, grey and white building, concentrating on one of my darker powers. Wolves called it shadowing. It was one of the rarest talents and also the most difficult to control and master, even for those that were born with the ability. When I was ready, I left my hiding place behind and strolled across the road to the hospital. If I let my concentration slip for just a moment, I’d be exposed and would have to turn back. I couldn’t afford to lose my focus for even a split second. I entered through the front doors with all the confidence of someone who belonged there. A nurse stopped me and gave me a big smile, “Mister Bailey,” she said. “It’s late. Who are you here to see?” I didn’t answer her. The moment I spoke, I’d lose concentration and break the spell. I walked straight past her and stopped to look over my sh
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Quinn Not once did I stop to question Elize. I didn’t ask her why she helped me or how she managed to sneak us out of the mansion. Raf was asleep on his post, barely registering as I snuck past him, and we met no one on our way to the garage. Troy warned me that his guards were everywhere, but no one tried to stop us or came out of the shadows to drag me back to my room. We didn’t leave through the front gate. Instead, Elize directed me down a bumpy, barely-there driveway, which led to a locked gate at the back of the estate. The guards on duty were fast asleep. Elize snuck into the guardhouse, retrieved a set of keys and unlocked the heavy gate. It swung open with a loud squeal that shattered through the night air, and I thought for sure that screaming gate would wake at least one of the guards, but they happily kept snoring away. I didn’t relax until Haverton was far in our rear view. Afraid that Troy would track my phone, I switched it off and used Elize’s phone to map a route
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Quinn One of the Lycans grabbed me by the upper arm and roughly dragged me back to the car. He opened the backdoor and shoved me inside. I landed between the front- and backseats, knocking my forehead very hard on the floor. Dazed from the blow to my head, I struggled to my hands and knees, before grabbing the seat and pulling myself onto it. I touched my brow and winced when I felt the edges of a bump the size of an egg. I rolled onto my back and stared at the dark roof of the sedan. I had no idea what would happen next. Maybe that was for the best. Elize still lay curled up in the space between the passenger seat and the dashboard, sniffling and whimpering softly. Guilt started to gnaw at my guts. “I’m sorry,” I whispered to her. “Why?” she asked through her tears. “I got you into this mess.” “You didn’t. I wanted to do it. You don’t know about this world. I knew this could happen, and I did it anyway. You wouldn’t be here if I didn’t help you.” “Why did you help me?” Elize
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Quinn Troy bundled me into the car, strapped me in, and got in on the driver’s side. He adjusted the seat, moving almost all the way back, before he started the engine. Not once did he look at me or acknowledge my existence. I felt worse than snake shit about everything that had happened, but there was nothing I could do to change things. The silence stretched out into an eternity, and I kept myself occupied by watching Troy. I’d never seen him drive before, and it was fascinating watching his movements. The way he gripped the steering wheel, and how his big hands smoothly shifted gears, even the way his eyes focused on the road was mesmerising. The atmosphere in the car was thick and uncomfortable. I didn’t even feel this vulnerable and small on the night he bought me. “What will happen to Elize?” I asked after a while, unable to take his silence one more minute. The muscles around Troy’s jaws clenched. His voice was flat when he answered, “Harold lost his mate a few years ago.
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TroyI lifted Quinn into the warm tub, soaped up a flannel, and gently started to wash her. She was frozen down to the bone, and for the first time since it all started, she complained about being cold. “I killed the witch?” she asked for the hundredth time.“Yes.”“And Sebastian is okay?”“Yes.” I checked on him before I came to bed.My brother was exhausted, mentally, emotionally, and physically he was shattered, but he was alive. That was the only thing that mattered to me now.“I reached out to your aunt’s witch, Gretchen,” I said. “Do you know her?”“No.”“Well, she’ll be here in a few days. She’ll teach you how to develop and control your powers.”Quinn pulled her legs up and rested her chin on her knees. She looked small, vulnerable, like the little rabbit I brought home with me almost six months ago. “Now it’s over,” she said.“I think so.”“We can live our lives?”God I hoped so.I groaned and dropped the flannel in the water. I leaned over to kiss my mate. Her lips were like
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Troy As I expected, the winter was exceptionally cold, and towards the end of the year, the whole city came to a grinding halt. Businesses couldn’t open, school doors remained shut, water pipes froze over and burst all over the country, reports came in thick and fast about the poor and homeless dying by the dozen.It was absolute mayhem.On the day of Quinn’s birthday, we had the worst snowstorm in recorded history. Doom prophets talked about the end of the world, and newscasters predicted our catastrophic end if we didn’t stop carbon emissions right away.They didn’t know what we knew. They didn’t know that it was a half-Goddess woman’s powers manifesting. Quinn didn’t know she was doing it, but I felt her magic. She called on nature, begged it to help her so she wouldn’t have to kill Sebastian, and the snow was their answer.I did not want to burden her with the knowledge that she caused the severe weather. It was pointless and wouldn't change a damn thing. My brother was already h
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QuinnBlack blood oozed out of the kings’ necks and flowed over their sons’ hands, down their chests, and into the earth. The ground bubbled and boiled like a tar pit and stinking steam rose up in the air. The kings were so corrupted, that nature itself tried to reject their blood.Sparks exploded behind my eyes and a sharp pain shot through my own neck. I gasped and gagged, trying to breath past the unknown thing stuck in my throat, and instinctively reached up to feel for a wound, but Ida and Nell, dear sweet Nell that was always so gentle and shy, held my arms down. “Don’t,” Nell hissed. “It is not real.”The woods started to float in and out of existence, and a loud drone like millions of buzzing flies filled every space in my head. Something tore my soul from my chest, and the real world simply ceased to exist.I looked out over a vast wasteland. There was nothing here but parched, cracked earth as far as the eye could see. In the distance, the skeleton of a lone tree tried to ca
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QuinnI looked around the place that used to be our campground. The sigh was one straight out of a horror movie. Corpses and torn tents lay scattered across the clearing, giving it a desolate, post-apocalyptic feel.At some point, Salome took control and I shifted. I blacked out and when I came back, Troy was standing over me, commanding me to shift.His commands didn’t work on me, but they worked on Salome. She couldn’t resist an order from Troy. “What happened?” I asked, completely confused.“Look,” Troy said and held out his hand to help me up.A body lay next to me on the ground. A she-wolf with her throat torn out. “Did I do that?”“Yes,” he said. “She was a fully-trained warrior, and you…you fought bravely and you won, but she did almost kill you.”I looked down at my blood-soaked. I was a little achy, but I didn't feel injured or near death. “I'm okay.”“I healed you as much as I could, and the shift fixed the rest.”“I don’t remember any of it.”“I know.”I was suddenly very a
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TroyQuinn and I ran for the campgrounds. We had to tie up the other princes and their mates to make it appear as if I held them prisoner. As we rushed up the path, I mind liked with Casper to tell him what was going on. “Find the princes. Get the chains ready.”The chains we prepared for them wasn’t pure silver. They contained just enough of the precious metal to fool the Lycans for a moment, but not so much that it would weaken the princes to such a degree that they couldn’t break free when the time came.“Gag my father,” I reminded the guard.Morella did not give us much time to prepare. Thirty minutes. That was how long it would take her to break Eleanor’s spell, and that was all the time she gave us.We broke through the treeline just in time to see my warriors wrap the chains around the princes wrists and ankles. Casper grinned maniacally as he shoved a ball gag into my father’s mouth and wrapped a cloth dipped in liquid silver over it to keep it in place.“You like this a littl
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Troy“Does this change anything?” Joel asked.After the Lycans submitted, I summoned the princes to the lake so we could talk about what had happened. I did not expect them bend the knee to me – it was too much to ask, yet they did it, the least I could do in return was stay true to them.“Not as far as I can see,” Gadrial said and lazily plucked a dead leaf hanging right in front of his face.God, he could be an insufferable blowhole sometimes, but he was not wrong. “Gadrial is right. It changes nothing.”Joel did not look convinced. “If she is attracting wolves who naturally want to submit to both of you...I don’t....Why must we have to kill our fathers?”“Because if we don’t, they’ll kill her,” Eduard said. “Eventually, they’ll find a way, and we’ll be right back where we started.”“I don’t expect you to kill for my mate,” I said.“That’s just it, isn’t it?” Gadrial replied, his voice bitter with resentment. “We are all bound to her, as we are to her fucking mother.”“She’s your mo
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QuinnUnlike the last few weeks, the warriors didn’t head off into the woods to train. For the first time since we arrived, everyone gathered around the fires to enjoy the day together before the full moon forced us into the woods to shift.I looked up at the muted moon hanging in the clear blue sky. With each passing month, I could feel the moon’s effects more intensely. The closer I came to my twenty-first birthday, the stronger it became. It was like the ocean's tide rose inside me, and I was terrified of what would happen when the wave broke upon the shore.The moon was almost like a living being to me. I could feel her pulsating heart, and hear her sigh as she moved along her way.I cocked my head at the blue-white globe, fully expecting her to start speaking at any moment, and was completely unaware that the group sharing our fire stopped eating to watch me.It wasn’t until I tore my eyes from the moon that I noticed all of them had put their plates down and folded their hands i
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Quinn It was so cold that my tears froze on my face. Troy shuddered as gusts of wind whipped through the trees, but he did not let me go. He had to be uncomfortable, sitting naked on the icy rock, but he simply held on to me while I tried my best to stop crying. If Fionn was no longer in the painting, it had to mean that the princes would win. They would kill their fathers and these wolves that I loved so much would finally know peace. Perhaps, Sebastian would change his mind too, and then Troy could live the life he wanted. I didn’t know if the life as a gang leader was any more peaceful than life as a Lycan king, but it had to be if that was what my mate dreamed of these days. The war did not affect me, not yet, but I could see what it did to those around me. They talked about the end of the war non-stop, about their dreams for a peaceful future, and what they’d do when it was all over. Nell was especially vulnerable, and she often cried about lost brothers and sisters, or worri
