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Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 48
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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QuinnTroy stared at me for a moment, his eyes dark and dangerous. “I can’t take it back, Quinn,” he said quietly. "You agreed to this. I didn't force it on you."I ignored my sore throat, determined to tell him exactly how I felt. “No. I know...but you…you gave me this wolf.”“No.” He shook his head and carelessly threw his phone on the pile of clothes. “The Goddess did. You were born with your wolf. You just never knew she existed. Salome was asleep, waiting to be woken up.”“But if you didn’t mark me-”"Are you trying to tell me that I did this to you? Do you blame me for being a werewolf?""No. Yes. I don't know."His eyes flashed danger, but his voice was as calm as ever when he spoke. “You are part Goddess. Salome would still have awakened, with or without my mark. It would just have happened a little later. My mark merely hastened the inevitable.”There was no going back. I knew it. I’d always known it. And he was right. I did willingly accept him. When he asked me if I wanted
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Troy I popped the boot open and removed two toiletry bags – one for each of us – and two bottles of water. She took the offered items from me and gave me a questioning look. “We don’t have running water in the cabin,” I explained. “Ah,” she said as understanding dawned. “Make sure you drink some of that water,” I reminded her. She just nodded and walked off into the woods to clean her teeth and pee where I couldn’t see her. I had no such qualms or any shame anymore. After a while, things that bother humans, stopped bothering wolves. I found the nearest tree to take care of business and brushed my teeth before polishing off the bottle of water I brought with me. When I was done, I returned to the car, threw the toiletry bag in the boot, and opened the cooler box filled with meat and a variety of drinks. I mused about the good old days, when we had cure and dry our meat if we couldn’t eat all of it within a few days. This particular cooler box was attached to a battery, with a fan
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Troy There was only one bedroom in the cabin. The door was always locked unless Glover came by to clean it or I spent the weekend here. I had never shared this room with anyone else, it was my own private little sanctuary, but I wanted to share it with Quinn. The key for the door was at the mansion, but I didn’t let that stop me. I kicked the door open, aiming for the lock and ignoring the dull pain that rattled trough my bare foot and up my leg. Limping a little, I carried Quinn into the small bedroom. It was clean and made up with fresh linens. Glover knew I wouldn’t go home after the full moon. I never did. I always lingered here for a while after the pack left, enjoying the quiet before I had to go back to the chaos of the city. I lowered Quinn to the floor. “Undress,” I ordered, momentarily slipping back into my usual way of doing things. I didn't want to do it that way. It was her first time, and I wanted the moment to be as close to perfect as I could make it. Nervous ener
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Quinn Troy packed everything away while I watched. I offered to help him, but he refused. I could tell that he was in his element here, that this place gave him life and joy. He hummed quietly to himself while he washed the dishes in a pot of water he heated over the fire, and carried everything back inside. I wore only his t-shirt, which almost looked like a dress on me, but the thought of driving all the way home in only a shirt made me uncomfortable. I didn’t have to worry about it. As always, he came prepared. After he put the last of the things away, he produced a dress from the back of the car, hidden away under the spare wheel like that day he came for me when I tried to get to my brothers. I undressed where I stood, pulling the simple blue slip over my head. It was the perfect day. I didn’t want to go back to the mansion and real life. We still didn’t know why Elize and Caroline worked with the Northern wolves, and I was afraid that my grandfather would come for me again. I
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Quinn I fell through the dark nothingness and hit the compacted earth floor with a jarring thud. The shockwave rocketed up my body, but miraculously, I didn't hurt myself and didn't break anything. I looked around the pitch-black room, surprised by how much I could see now. Everything in the room glowed as if bathed in a soft-blue hue. I could see the heat of Troy’s body and the blood soaking into the floor. I could see well enough not to hurt myself, but I wasn't sure my vision was good enough to perform surgery. I couldn't do this. It was too much. I wasn't a surgeon. Just a failed ballerina that lucked out and found a man. A good man at that. One that cared about me. He'd do it for me. He'd do much more for me. He'd go to the ends of the earth if that was what he had to do. The thought popped unbidden into my head, but I knew it was true. I shook the doubt off and rushed over to the middle of the room where I knew the light bulb dangled. Again, it was Salome that found the sw
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Sebastian I sat on my bed, licking my wounds, trying to wrap my mind around the knowledge that I’d never see Mario again. He shouldn’t have died, wouldn’t have died if he hadn’t grabbed Tony. Fat lot of good that did him. They both died anyway. I went back to look for them after I made sure that Quinn was safe. I found Mario and Tony not far from where the shockwave tore us off our feet. A piece of concrete crushed my mate’s skull. I couldn’t bring myself to remove the concrete block. There was no need. I could tell he was dead. He was already cold by the time I made it back, his magnificent scent mixing in with the stench of death. I didn’t want to see his beautiful face all bloody and ruined. I wanted to remember him how he was. I hoped his death came fast. It was an awful way to die. Tony lay next to Mario. By the looks of things, he bled out from numerous wounds caused by flying shrapnel. It wasn’t until I saw the carnage caused by the bombs that I realised how lucky Quinn an
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Hello my dearest readers! Phew. Another one done and dusted. Finally! This is the time where I thank all of you for sticking around to read this epic tale. I did not intend for it to be this long, but Troy and Quinn had quite the story to tell. Thank you, as always, for the comments, the reviews, the gems, the encouragement and love you've shown me along the way. I truly appreciate you so much, and your support is why I keep on writing even when I sometimes feel like saying, "fuck it all," before I go back to bed. I could not do this without you, I truly mean that. There will be more stories soon. So if you feel like it, stick around for the next one. I'd love to take you along for the ride. Much love, Celice
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
Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 116
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
