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After Jet had his way with me last night, I passed out hard. However, I had a dream. In that dream, it was a vision of sorts. Being too scared to hurt people’s feelings, we never caught the mole. The mole was then able to get important information, resulting in the death of our pack. I had lost. Adron won the battle, and the Earth shattered under his command. Hearing the screams of my second family as I watched Adron send a spear through their hearts was something I’ll never unhear. Even if it was a dream. As soon as my eyes opened, I vowed to myself to never allow my weakness to come in the way of saving our pack. If I have to piss some people off in order to do that, then that is what I will do. No one, and I mean no one, will ever kill the people I love and care about. I rested my hands on my hips as I gazed out the window in our office. Jet was looking at the blueprints for the battle, but my mind was still on my dream. The fire that started burning in my stomach was new, welco
Samantha stared at me with wide eyes. Anger, sadness, and shock all fashed before me. The words just came out of my mouth. On one hand, I was proud of myself for standing up for what I felt was right. On the other hand, I did regret not doing exactly as she said. Maybe I should have called her. Either way, as I stared into her eyes, I knew I would be taking her there so she could say her goodbyes. Suddenly, Samantha just ran from the room. Just bolted out of the office. Jameson wasn’t quick enough to catch her. He made it to the door before he stopped and looked back at us. His eyes were begging to be allowed to leave. “Go.” I said with a sigh. He didn’t question it as he ran from the room. Everyone was quiet. Sitting down in my chair, I just replayed the whole conversation. “For what it’s worth, I believe you handled that the way you should have.” Wade said. Looking up, he was looking straight at me. “Was I wrong for not calling her?” I asked the room, but to no one in particul
Everyone glanced at each other in the room. “What secrets are you hiding?” I pressed. Her face morphed like she was in physical pain. I watched as her eyes shifted from full black back to her normal shade. The expression on her face was something out of a horror movie. Slowly, she stood up and looked at me with pure hatred. Everyone in the room took a few steps back from her. “Come on, Ivory. Don’t kill my fun!” It was the voice of Adron, through Megan’s mouth. It was worse than I thought. He wasn’t manipulating her; he possessed her. “Let her go!” I demanded. “I’m not done with her yet!” He laughed. Her mouth opened wider than I thought possible. Fear was something I really hadn’t felt an abundance of, but this, this was something I truly feared. “I think you are. You have been caught, there isn’t anything else you can do in that body.” I bluffed or at least hoped he would reveal his motives. “Dear innocent Ivory, so so innocent. I can’t wait for you to see all the things
The first place I looked was their bedroom. Knocking a few times, I didn’t get an answer, so I just peaked my head in. “Samantha?” I yelled. No answer. After waiting a few more seconds, I gave up in here and closed the door. Where would Samantha go? My feet mindlessly took me a few places, like the kitchen, library, and living area, but Samantha was not there. Deciding to head back, as my feet hit the staircase, my eyes glanced out the window. Samantha was sitting on a bench outside in the garden area. Bingo! Thankfully, my feet didn’t trip over themselves as I ran to the front door. After a second of taking a deep breath to prepare myself for this conversation, the door opened and I made my way outside to her. My movements were slow as I waited for her to see me. She must have been in her own world as I made it all but 15 feet until she looked up. Pausing, I gaged her reaction. There wasn’t any, but she scooted off to the one side so I could sit down. How should I start this con
Smiling, I looked at Samantha as she walked in. Without even looking at Jameson, she sat down in the other armchair. Jet was pulling out the photos. “Last chance. Are you sure you want to do this?” I inquired again. “Y-yes, I need to do this.” She whipped her hands on the fabric of the chair. She was nervous. Standing up, she moved to the desks. Jet had laid them out but upside down. “Whenever you are ready, turn them over.” I said as I sat down on Jet’s leg. His hand rested on my thigh. Samantha looked at the two upside down pictures. Her hand shook has she reached for it but as soon as it touched the picture, she yanked it away. Shaking out her arms, she bounced on her feet. Jameson stood up and placed his hands around her waist. Samantha froze at the unexpected act of affection. “I’m here for you.” He said in a weird, unsure tone. He was trying, but it was unnatural. Samantha looked at me as I gave her a weak smile. Turning to look up at him, he planted a kiss on her forehead
“I told you he was in a coma.” The doctor sighed as we walked into the room. My eyes went straight to the man that was laying in front of me. He looked normal. There was obvious scaring and damage done, but overall, he looked good. His hair was a literal bird’s nest as it hadn’t been brushed in who knows how long. What wasn’t stuck together was longer than his shoulders. The only way to fix this was to shave it all off. His fingers didn’t have any fingernails on them. Red open sores lined his finger tips where I assumed the nail fell off at. Bruising covered his skin in shades of yellow and green. “The transformation forced his bones to shrink back to where they should be. That caused a lot of bruising.” The doctor said as he watched me look him over. “Do you know why he was the only one to survive? All the others have died, and he has lived.” “The antidote I gave him had an extra vitamin K component to it. There was the one that we didn’t give anything to. I gave him the same
Pinching the bridge of my nose, I sighed. I didn’t need this right now. I didn’t need this ever. Carol was not attractive to me in any way shape or form. She really needed to find her mate and leave me the hell alone. “I just miss you. I miss what we had. I know you have a mate and you don’t want me but that doesn’t mean I can turn off my emotions like that.” Carol stood up and walked over to me. “Maybe you need to go pack to pack to find your mate. I can’t help you, nor do I want to. I love Ivory and I will not be going down this rabbit hole with you. Move on.” Turning my back to her, I walked out of the gym. I heard her sobs, but that wasn’t my problem. My focus was on my mate and the pack, not an ex-girlfriend that is stuck in the past. Walking into my room, Ivory was right where I left her. As much as I wanted to crawl into bed with her, I needed a shower. Sweat was dripping down my body from my workout. As quietly as I could, I made my way to the shower and got in. I was ju
“IVORY!” Justina walked into my room, yelling at the top of her lungs. “I’m right here…” I said coming out of the closet. “You need to get down here. The witches arrived early and I’m already over it.” Justina sighed as she fell down on the couch with her hand over her face. “A bit dramatic?” I laughed. I had put on a cute romper. It was sleeveless but had long pants. The flowy material hid my stomach nicely. “NO! That Max guy is something else.” “Oh, he showed up?” I asked, happily. “Yes. There are three of them, but the one lady said she will have her phone open to many more to see who she can get on our side. The vampires haven’t shown up yet.” “So the party is just getting started!” I laughed as I slipped on my shoes. “What party?” Jet asked as he came out of the bathroom. “Apparently, the witches are here and Justina is being moody.” “Moody? I AM NOT MOODY!” She looked at me with hatred filled eyes. I knew the hatred wasn’t real but more baby emotional. “Oookay.” I