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Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 7
Quinn Walking down the three flights of stairs to the lobby was a challenge. I tightly held on to the railing as I carefully made my way down the wide staircase. I always found going down more difficult than going up. The mansion was magnificent. Instead of displaying his wealth in the form of expensive art, glittery chandeliers, and gaudy statues, Troy decided to fill the space with beautiful, healthy plants and water features. There was no clutter, no extra furniture where they weren’t needed, and only a few pieces of exquisite, tasteful oil paintings, breaking up the bare, sparkling white walls. The whole place screamed of understated wealth. The dark, granite floors were comfortably cool under my bare feet, and the place was absolutely spotless. There wasn’t a single speck of dust or cobweb in sight. We had a full staff at my childhood home, working around the clock to keep the place in order, and we’d still come across dust, dirty floors and cobwebs. It was nearly impossible
Last Updated : 2023-09-08Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 8
Troy Doctor Jacobs knocked and entered my office upon my command. He put his heavy black bag on the floor and sat down without waiting for an invitation. “Do you want a drink?” I asked. “Just water, thank you, I have more patients to see.” I pushed away from my desk, and went to the small bar fridge to get the doctor his water before I walked around it to perch on the edge of my table as I always do when someone I know and trust is in my office. “How is she?” “She’s malnourished and dehydrated, but in good health, all things considered.” He spent nearly an hour with Quinn, and I wasn't satistifed with his answer. “What about her foot? Is there something you can do?” The doctor woefully shook his head. “I can’t tell you. Without imaging, an MRI would be best, I can’t tell how extensive the damage is.” "When do you need her to go?" "She declined further medical attention." I snorted loudly. “When do you need her to go?" I repeated the question. "We can fit her in next week, but
Last Updated : 2023-09-09Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 9
TroyQuinn’s heart raged like a storm when I opened the closet in the small bedroom and lifted the hidden trapdoor that led to the bunker under the cabin.I went down first, standing at the bottom of the ladder, ready to catch her if her foot failed and she fell, but she managed the descend well. Going back up might be a problem, but I’d worry about that when we got there.I caught her in my arms when she took the last step and landed on the dirt floor. I didn’t need to do it, she was steady on her feet, but I wanted to. My treacherous heart flipped over when I held her, and electricity coursed through my body.Her heart slowed down and the wild breathing that stormed past her lips evened out. She had to be aware that the way she reacted to my touch wasn’t normal. Even pureblood humans could feel the mate bond to some extent.The air in the bunker was thick and musty. It smelled of the earth and the stagnant blood of the many people that had bled down here over the years. It reminded
Last Updated : 2023-09-10Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 10
Troy The rubber mallet was perfect for Quinn. It caused Gary’s fingers to break, but there wasn’t a lot of blood. The first time she brought the hammer down, it didn't cause him much pain, and the damage was minimal. “Try hitting him a little harder,” I said. She grasped the blunt tool with both hands, held it high above her head, and brought it down with all her might. The cry tearing from Gary’s chest shook the roof. I inspected his rapidly swelling left hand. His fingers were quickly going from pink to a satisfying bluish-black. “Good job,” I praised her. I was so fucking hard, and my penis bent at an awkward, painful angle that made it difficult to think. I stepped away, back into the gloom, and undid my jeans, reaching inside my boxer briefs to adjust my erection before zipping up again. “Does…does violence turn you on?” Quinn asked behind me, a little uncertain still, but braver now. “Watching you does,” I said, sticking to my new honesty above all else rule. “If it were just
Last Updated : 2023-09-11Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 11
Quinn Just when I started to relax and think I was safe, Troy pulled a new one on me, coming out of nowhere with a question so bizarre I had no idea how to answer him. His eyes turned from warm to cold in split second, and his body went rigid when he pushed away from me. I had to keep reminding myself that he wasn’t my friend or my lover. He was my owner, even if he claimed otherwise. He was just like Caroline. He wanted to use me for his own selfish needs. It would serve me well to remember that. I wasn’t living some happily ever after fairy tale here. He wanted to use me for whatever purpose I'd serve, and I used him so I wouldn’t have to spend another night out on the streets. Although, it didn't quite feel that way. Something else was happening between us, I just didn't know what that something was. “I don’t understand,” I said and folded my arms around my rapidly cooling body. “I’m human, just like you.” “Stop lying to me!” He violently slapped the surface of the lake with
Last Updated : 2023-09-12Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 12
Quinn The ride into town with Tony was a lot more enjoyable than the two rides I’d shared with Troy so far. Without his boss present, Tony was a pleasant, chatty individual. “Why do you work for a man like Troy?” I asked on a whim when the conversation dried up a little. “He’s the best of the bosses. He gives us a bigger cut than anyone else.” "Why don't you just do a regular job?" Tony took his eyes off the road for a moment to look at me, then turned back to pay attention to his driving. "Not all of us are fortunate enough to have good opportunities. You should know that better than most." “Yes, but Troy...he’s so…so…” “Violent? They all are Miss, but Mister Bailey is fair. Strict, but fair, and...He doesn’t deal in humans and drugs like the others.” “That’s where you draw the line?” “Human trafficking is where a lot of us draw the line. I started out working for Lawson. My first assignment was loading little girls into containers to be shipped off for sex work overseas.” I
Last Updated : 2023-09-13Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 13
Troy I felt pretty damn good about myself when I left Quinn’s room. I was bred to possess every wolf talent, but I rarely used my healing abilities - they tended to be slapdash at best, and if I wasn’t completely focused on the task, and a hundred percent committed to it, I could just as easily kill someone as heal them. True healers were rare and usually loyal only to their packs and their Alphas. Most wolves, especially rogues, had to rely on physicians like Doctor Jacobs. I had hoped that there was some kind of human operation that would help Quinn so I wouldn’t have to call in a favour to an Alpha with a pack healer. If she was right though, and it looked as if she was, human medicine couldn’t help her, and a good, true healer was her only chance. My wolf was once again quiet and under control. It took me the whole drive home and a very long shower to get the fucker back in his place. I feared that he’d surface again when I went to Quinn, but he was quiet the whole time, seemin
Last Updated : 2023-09-14Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 14
Troy Sebastian handed me a thick folder along with Quinn’s new bankcard and documentation in a Manila envelope. “What’s this?” I asked, holding up the folder. My brother wandered over to the liquor cabinet and poured each of us a glass of whiskey. “Everything we could find about the Maree family," he said and placed one of the glasses next to the folder. "I found one article that mentioned her after the tragedy, but not by name. They just said that the oldest daughter disappeared from public life, but she was never reported as missing. The consensus is that Claude murdered her, and that was why he took out his wife and blew off his own head.” “They think he did it out of guilt?” “Uh-huh.” “He didn’t kill her.” “Yes, but by all accounts that man had a lot to feel guilty about. Do you know who his father was?” “No.” “Alpha Dexter Maree of the Moon Isle pack. Her mother, Laurel, is the daughter of Xander Shelby-” “Alpha of the Lightwood pack. Him I know. How is it that Quinn doe
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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
