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Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 78
Troy “Our mate,” Vortigen said in my head, his voice filled with anguish. “He’s hurting our mate. Kill him.” “No. We can’t kill everyone who hurts Quinn’s feelings.” “Why not?” Vortigen asked. “That is our job. We must protect our mate.” That was the problem with my wolf. Sometimes, he was all about the emotion, and when it came to Quinn he was downright irrational. He'd burn the world to the ground to see her safe and happy. I couldn't say that I fully disagreed with his stance on the matter. Sensing that I did not want to kill Claude, Vortigen tried to force his way to the surface so he could do it instead. “No,” I said sternly and pushed him aside. “Can you not feel it? She loves him. She is angry and hurt, but she still loves him. If we kill him, she’ll never forgive us.” Very slowly, Quinn started to reanimate. She was terrified, confused, angry, but most of all, she was so, so happy to see her father alive and relatively unharmed. She tucked at her hair while she stared at
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Troy My heart plummeted into my stomach when I saw Quinn sitting in the window. It was her favourite spot, and usually it didn’t bother me, but the window was open and she leaned far out, only holding onto the frame by her fingertips. For a moment, the memory of my mother running past me and jumping out of the highest tower’s window flashed before my eyes and I froze, my limbs heavy, unable to move my body forward. Quinn leaned over a little further, her fingertips sliding across the window frame as she started to lose her grip. I shook myself out of the memory and rushed to my mate. I wrapped my arms around her middle, and pulled her into the room, holding her firmly against me as I folded her arms across her chest, pinning her to me. “What are you doing?” “It’s just a game I like to play.” “You’re tempting The Fates.” “I don’t believe in them.” She squirmed against me, pushing against my forearms as she tried to get out of my grip. I let her go and just to be safe, closed the
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Quinn As long as I could remember, I’ve heard people wishing for the return of a dead loved one. They always said they wanted to see them just one last time, have just one more conversation with them. I was no exceptions. At night, I’d often lie awake and wish I could hear my dad’s voice just one last time. That I could see him and talk to him again, if only for an hour. The reality of that wish coming true was something completely different. It wasn't the joyous moment it should have been. The shock of seeing my father alive, followed by the crushing realisation that he had been alive all this time, and chose to stay away from me, filled me with rage. My father killed my mother to keep my brothers safe, but me he put on a train. He made sure my brothers had a loving home to go to, while I had to sleep on the streets and fight for survival. No. Knowing that my father was alive and well wasn't the happy moment it should have been, and if I stayed here with him, I would kill him. I
Last Updated : 2023-12-09Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 81
QuinnWe arrived at the packed camping grounds just as the sun started to set. The four packed SUVs driving into the park attracted attention, and when the impressive men got out and began to unpack, the cars every eye was on us.I squirmed under everyone’s gaze, and stood closer to the other she-wolves, unconsciously seeking refuge in the safety of my pack.Troy glanced at me and smiled, then start to whistle softly while he helped his warriors to unpack. “Princess,” one of the she-wolves whispered. “My name is Olivia, I’m Casper’s mate.”“You’re not supposed to call me that when we’re…with humans,” I whispered back.My mate looked up from his work, smiled, winked and started to pull one of the tents out of a canvas bag.“You should just call me Quinn while we’re here,” I said.Olivia’s face lit up and she beamed at me as if I gave her a bar of gold or something.“Handsome group of men yah got,” someone said to us.I looked up and straight into a human woman’s face. She was older, ma
Last Updated : 2023-12-10Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 82
Quinn Troy looked up from his phone when I entered the tent. He smiled at me and put his phone aside. He smelled fresh and clean after his shower, and looked delicious in just his shorts. I was lucky. The woman, the human that made my skin crawl so much, made me realise just how lucky I was. I could have ended up as Nathanial Hawthorne’s wife, and if everything everyone told me were true, I would have been that man’s killing machine, not his breeder. Troy opened his legs and patted the air mattress in front of him. “How was your shower?” he asked. “Freezing cold and miserable,” I said. I didn’t need to tell him that I felt like running away the whole time. The other women in the ablution, some of them wolves, kept trying to talk to me. I didn’t mind the wolves so much, but the humans made me deeply uncomfortable. I kept waiting for one of them to throw an insult my way or to trip me as I walked across the slippery bathroom floor. I kicked my wet flip-flops off, and crawled up the
Last Updated : 2023-12-11Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 83
Troy When I brought up the topic of murdering Cher Nixon, I did not expect any resistance from Quinn. I felt her bloodlust earlier, the intense need to kill something. It was partly the approaching full moon, but mostly it was because of everything that had happened with her family's unexpected visit. I have had the urge to kill just so I could feel better, and I knew exactly what my mate was going through and how to help her. If Quinn allowed Salome out now, she’d go straight to Cher and kill her without thinking twice. An angry, emotional, homicidal werewolf was a dangerous werewolf, and if she didn’t get it out of her system, Quinn could turn on someone she loved. I should have taken her into the woods to shift a few times before the full moon. It would have made the last month so much easier on her, taught her how to control Salome better. Even I needed to shift, needed to set my animal free from time to time - it restored our equilibrium. “I thought you don’t kill women and ch
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Troy The day passed too fast. Even Quinn relaxed and enjoyed herself. The warriors stayed closed to the she-wolves in case they needed us, but we kept our distance when they went to the rock pools to swim and play like children. Even the strictest of my warriors smiled when he saw his mate frollicking in the water. Not all of them were fated, but all of them loved their mates. That was the future I wanted for our kind. A normal life, with normal concerns. Not that endless war. Not mothers sending their children off to die in another wolf's war. Not mates waking up to find that their husbands and wives died during the night. I wanted peace so bad, and it was so close I could taste it. Quinn broke away from the pack and came to sit with me on the blanket I had spread out under a big tree that groaned like an old man in the wind. “Why don’t you join us?” she asked. “I thought you liked the water.” “You didn’t invite us in.” “You need an invitation?” I nodded. “In this case yes. Whe
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Quinn Even as I walked up to Cher, I still wasn’t sure if I wanted to kill her. My human morals were getting in the way. But when she called her daughters little shits, I lost control of Salome for a few seconds, and she tackled the human to the ground before I could stop her. When I had Cher on her back, I looked up at Troy who had shifted back to human so he could taunt the woman. I wanted to know why she didn’t just leave. If she hated them so much, why didn’t she just leave? But Troy didn’t ask the question, and I couldn’t shift back no matter how hard I tried. It was a question that would forever go unanswered. I just wanted my mate's permission. I wanted him to reassure me that it would be okay, that I could kill her because she deserved to die after the things she'd done. “Go ahead,” Troy said. “Rip her throat out.” When I looked back to the human she became everyone I hated. My mother who hurt me so many times, all the Carolines and Freddies that took so much pleasure in
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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
