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Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 42
Troy I pried Quinn’s lips apart with my tongue and dove deeper, searching out that moment when her breathing changed from light and even to deep and needy. I wanted to consume her. Own her. Possess every part of her. Her fresh, intoxicating scent filled my nostrils and the minty taste of her lips coated my tongue. Blood raged through my veins, settling in my cock with a dull, painful throbbing. Quinn’s arms snaked around my neck and she stepped in closer to me, pushing her soft and oh-so-inviting body tightly against mine. My body screamed at me to take her. The bond hollered in my head that it was time. But some deeper part of me wanted to stop. I listened to that voice. It was the voice of reason. I had very little control, and what little I did have was slowly slipping away. If she were anyone else, I’d be less concerned, but she wasn’t just any woman. She wasn’t just here to warm my bed so I could temporarily silence the demons that haunted me. I gently pushed her away and
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Troy I left Quinn next to the pool and went back inside. Doctor Jacobs wanted to come by with her blood test results, and I had a hundred others things I needed to get done before the full moon and our visit to my father. Sighing, I went into my office and started to go through the mountain of paperwork accumulating on my desk. Who knew a life of crime and debauchery came with so much admin? I picked up my pen and started to sign the contracts for my legal businesses, then went through my sports book and accounts. Simeon would double-check my work, but I had gotten so good at it that he rarely needed to correct me. It was nearly time for lunch when Doctor Jacobs knocked on my door. “Come in,” I said and started to gather the scattered folders on my desk. “Hey, hey,” Doctor Jacobs said and walked up to my desk. Something was up with him, despite his attempts to keep his tone of voice lighthearted. I could see the tension simmering right under the surface. “Doc,” I replied and got
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QuinnI sat in my favourite spot while I waited for Troy. In my open window, precariously balanced on the thin sill.I was suspended been life and death. To my left was the deadly drop down to the gardens below, and to my right the safety of my room. It was a stupid little game of chicken that I started to play when I was a teenager. I always wanted to see how far I could lean over, in the direction of death’s gaping maw, before fear forced me back to the safety of my room.One of these days, I’d push my luck too far. I’d lose my slippery grip on the window frame and fall to my death. I never let go though. I always left that part up to fate. Troy knocked and entered without waiting for an invitation. One look at him told me that his mood had darkened considerably in the hours since I saw him. “You ready to go?” he asked.I nodded and hopped off the windowsill. My shoes waited for me next to the door. I took one last look at myself in the mirror. I decided to wear a simple black dres
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Troy I ordered a fresh round of drinks and I sat back while I watched Quinn try, and fail, to talk to Caroline. Whatever Donovan did to Caroline, clearly had an impact and she went out of her way to avoid Quinn. After half an hour of chasing her through the club, my dejected mate returned to the table. “Now she suddenly won’t talk to me.” Quinn huffed and picked up her wine. “There was a time I begged her to leave me alone, and she never would.” “Donovan probably ordered her to stay away from you.” “It wasn’t her fault. I provoked her. My actions were uncalled for.” “I know, I heard, and it was totally called for. You need to tell me why you want to help her so bad.” “I wish I knew.” “Are you going to let this go?” Quinn shook her head at me. “It’s like…I have this nagging voice in my head, telling me that we need to get her out of here.” Shit. Understanding dawned like lighting hitting me. Everything clicking in place like puzzle pieces. “Your talents are emerging along with
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Quinn “Quinn,” Mario said. “Please get in the car.” “Not until Troy is here,” I snarled at him. "I swear we won't leave until he's here." I was restless, irritated, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something really bad was about to happen. I had to fight with everything inside me not to run from the club. This place was death. I ignored all of it. All my new instincts and the voice that kept echoing in my skull. I didn't want any of it, I didn't want to be burdened with knowledge of the future. Even though I knew better, I convinced myself that it was just the vision I had in the club that unsettled me. It would be the most likely explanation, but the voice in my head was on a refrain, screaming, begging me to, 'get out, get away.' My unease had nothing to do with the disturbing and frighteningly vivid little mind movie that played itself out in the dining room. It was still coming, was still going to happen. Oh God, I hoped Donovan got the kids out in time. I wanted to
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Quinn I stayed in the hospital until the morning of the full moon. Serenity kept coming back, every night at the same time, to continue our healing sessions. Every time, I wished for death. The last one was the worst, and I told Troy that I wouldn't do it again. I'd rather die. To my utmost relief and surprise, Serenity agreed. The city was in an uproar, and most people chose to stay home while the police searched for the bomber of Club Ninety-Nine. On the morning of the full moon, they came by to question Troy and me. He tried to prepare me for the interview, but I was a twitchy, nervous wreck by the time to detective shoed up. Troy did most of the talking. He was just vague enough not to give the existence of werewolves away, but still answered as honestly as he could. “My fiancée’s grandfather has a grudge against her family. Look him up. Xander Shelby. I’m sure you’ll be…enlightened by what you find,” Troy told the detective. “Do you expect me to believe Miss Maree’s own grand
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Troy We pulled up to the cabin just as the sun started to set. It was a bad time to mark my mate. My head was all messed up, my emotions all over the place, and marking a mate when your heart wasn't in it could be dangerous. I could kill her. But I couldn't wait. My enemies and allies alike were forcing my hand. My heart was broken and I didn't know if I could put it back together this time. Despite my threats, I never planned to kill Caroline. Quinn was right about her. She was just a lost, lonely, and scared young woman, clinging to anyone who'd show her an ounce of love. I knew what that could do to someone. But it was the loss of Mario that tried to choke the life out of me. He was part of my pack, one of mine, and I was connected to him. While I lay bleeding in the street, clinging to the little bit of life still left in my body, I felt Mario leave. His death was slow, painful, and terrifying. He wasn’t ready to go, didn't want to leave Sebastian. I saw my brother only on
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Quinn“Uhm,” I stared at Troy.Was I supposed to say something back? Something with the same depth and meaning as the words he just said to me?“Do you accept me as your mate?” he asked, a small smile playing around his lips.“Uh- yeah.”He chortled, a soft throaty sounds that sent a shiver down my spine. “Say, ‘I Quinn Siobhan Maree, accept you, Troy Bailey, as my one true mate.’”“Only that?”“Hm-hm.”“I, Quinn Siobhan Maree, accept you, Troy Bailey, as my one true mate.”Something happened. The air around us flexed, wrapped us in a protective bubble, removing us from this world. Nothing outside our bubble mattered. Only this. Only us.I felt it. Our souls weaving together, our destinies intertwining, our hearts uniting, the thread that bound us together growing into an unbreakable bond.Troy shuddered and his eyes flashed in the darkness. Then he gripped my upper arms, leaned over, and viciously bit into the soft spot just below my collarbone.The pain that shot down my right side
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Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 121
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
Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 120
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
Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 119
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
Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 118
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
Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 117
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
Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 115
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
Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 114
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
