Hey Rebels, Sorry this chapter is so short, but we are getting a Damon tidbit later tonight so keep your eyes peeled. Tidbits are *Free* content so they might not be an entire chapter. XOXO Emma Taylor
DAMON POV Matt and Fletcher are busy getting a black bag on his head. Clara bringing the car onto the grass, hoping to get him into the trunk before any humans wander onto the scene. The crew of us working in unison. Frankie helping them lift him into it, while Elle and Charity descend from the treetops. Xander and Nora sitting on the picnic table, lost in their bubble, sparks singing along my skin as mine finds me. Her lips kissing along my shoulder, my hand closing around her fingers, my mind already thinking about the bath I am going to force her into later. She needs to relax, and I know exactly how to get her to. ‘Yes, you do, Alpha,’ she purrs, her velvety voice in mind. Elle is about to say more when the buzz of my phone distracts us both. Andrew knows what we are doing. He wouldn’t call unless absolutely necessary. Pulling the iphone from my pocket, I slide the button to the side, putting the microphone to my ear. “This better be a goddamn emergency,” I mutter in a growl. B
XANDER POVFletcher and Frankie drop Dillon’s limp body to the ground. Like it’s second nature, my Beta puts on the thick rubber gloves. Leaning against the wall, I place a cigarette between my lips and light it. Watching as the pair chain him to the wall. Enjoying the way he flinches when the silver cuffs touch his bare skin.“Alpha,” Frankie says, turning his neck to me, exiting to join Clara waiting outside. The two of them recently learning about the spot. Considering it exists on Fletcher’s parents’ property, very few people know the location. He is more secretive about his family than I am.Clara refuses to come inside after the first time, the smell of vomit, piss, sweat, and blood too much for her to bear. Not to mention the overbearing odor that accompanies death. No, she’d rather wait outside, or helping with Fletcher’s younger siblings.Leaving his arms hanging, my Beta joins me, pulling a cigarette out of his pocket. Handing him my lighter, he sparks the end, taking a long
MARCUS POV My eyes scan the document in my hand, but my mind is too busy thinking about Nora, and all the ways I have failed her as a brother and Alpha. I wonder if my parents are turning over in their graves with disappointment? How badly does my father want to scold me for not protecting her better from Dillon? For not warning her that Dillon and Hazel had more than a friendship. I didn’t know they were sleeping together until after the fact, but I still should have prepared her for the possibility. Goddess, I have failed Nora in a multitude of ways. Now she is in Silver Run, mixed in with stuff she has no business being involved in. If only Alpha Dugray from Red Saw hadn’t seen her with Beta Theo, I could have saved her from this dangerous situation. The original plan of using her alcoholism and partying to send her some place safer falling through. Why couldn’t she do as I told her? Why did I have to let my fear and paranoia of Silver Run get me to go along with this asinine pl
TW: Chapter contains intense torture about 1/3 down. The torture scene will be inbetween the ****XANDER POV Fletcher and I are sitting in the lawn chairs we keep outside the building, on the furthest edge of his parents’ property. They live on the outskirts of a small human town, no wolves or rogues wander through. Making it the perfect space to hide from those searching for them. The entire area is a dead zone. No internet, cell phones, or security. Completely off grid and the perfect place to hide. Watching the fireflies buzz over the grassy hills, the flick of a lighter disturbing the silence, which is needed after the screaming. Nudging my shoulder, Fletcher hands over the joint, waiting until the smoke fills my lungs to ask his question. “So, Nora marked you?” He asks, but I can hear the giddiness. Exhaling, I glance over, seeing the smile on his face. “She did,” I reply, not hiding the happiness or pride raging underneath my skin. Ares fawning like a lovesick pup over our ma
THEO POV Cerberus’ paws push into the soft damp earth, my heartbeat racing, my ears perked as I listen for a sound of movement in the trees and shrubbery. The rustle of leaves alerting me to his presence. Pushing through the branches, I launch myself at the large black wolf, sparks making my hair stand on end. Tumbling to the ground, I nip where Demitri’s neck and shoulder meet, causing a delicious purr to rumble through his chest. Landing on top of him before, my tongue tingling as it drags against his face before dashing away. A hearty chuckle leaving my chest at Drew’s bark of defiance before chasing after me. Whipping through the trees, the pound of his paws getting closer has a thrill seeping through my cells. The excitement he causes making me slow my pace, loving when his teeth dig into the back of my neck, forcing me to the ground. Demitri’s weird chuckle mingling with mine as we crash to the ground. The black fur is the only thing in my line of sight, burying his nose in
NORA POV The trees fly past in a brown and grey blur, Charity and Matt sitting in awkward silence in the front seat. The SUV barreling towards the gate of New Moon. My thoughts reeling from the events of the day but my nagging intuition telling me that this is the end. They always say bad things come in threes. I cannot seem to shake it, my palms sweating and heart racing, Viola on high alert as well. Her hair stuck on end as she prowls like a lion trapped in a cage. My suspicions confirmed when Matt stops at the gate, talking to one guards briefly, then throwing the car into reverse and returning to the packhouse. “Sorry, Nora,” Charity says, twisting around her seat. “Elle needs you back at the packhouse.” “What’s changed?” I question, jumping to the root of the issue. I haven’t known the two Gammas long, but I have the feeling that they will not lie to me. “Honestly, we don’t know,” Matt's gruff voice says from the front seat. “But whatever it is, I have the feeling it’s not go
ANDREW POV Standing in the driveway with Elle and Charity, we watch as the SUV thunders away. Once the car is no longer in view, my entire focus turns to the girls standing next to me. "What’s next, Alpha?” Sighing, the worry lines become noticeable when she turns her gaze to me. Poor girl, taking on and handling more in her young age than some Alpha’s do in an entire lifetime, but it’s taking a toll. The door pops open, Damon and Matt joining us, battle gear already on. “Plan for war,” Damon responds. “Both packs are at a level five security threat.” “What about the rogues?” Charity asks. Her question has Matt throwing her a curious glance, but she doesn’t even respond to him, her stare locked onto the Alpha couple. “I would like for them to hide in one of the bunkers we have….but…they won’t,” Elle sighs, “especially without Xander and Fletcher home. I don’t know how I can make them see reason. Could you try?” She asks, her Gamma startling the petite blonde. “No,” Matt says, his
XANDER POVThe engine roars louder, my foot pushing the pedal to the ground, accelerating so quickly it’s forced to shift gears. Elle’s voice blares through the speakers, her the anxiety setting me on edge.“Xander, you need to call me as soon as possible..it’s Nora.” The call ending as another message plays, this time from Damon, “Seriously, man, you’ve got to call us back.” The next message is Matt’s voice bleeding through. “We are headed to Northern Lakes. Meet us there.” Glancing in the review, I whip the car around, speeding in the direction we just came from.“Christ,” Fletcher mutters, not expecting the change in direction, at too high of a speed. “We can’t be much help if we’re dead.”The truth of his words grate o my eardrums but I know he’s right, as lighten up. “Charity got all the children in the bunkers at Silver Run….Shit is really hitting the fan.”“Call them,” I growl, my hands wrapped around the steering wheel in a vise grip. Ares is on high alert, constantly pushing h
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THEOFOUR AND A HALF YEARS LATER - LATE JANUARYAndrew and I are hunched over the desk in our joint office, pouring over the floor plans for the expansion. Our community home, Windsor House, has grown since moving its location to “the hub,” the neutral center between the packs, and rogue collective. The location is ideal for young wolves kicked from their homes, but don’t want to become pack members in Silver Run or New Moon to benefit.“We’re definitely going to need a larger kitchen,” Andrew murmurs, sparks erupting as his shoulder brushes against mine. Even after all these years, my body reacts to him the same as the first day we met.“With the way these animals eat? Definitely.” His laugh fills the room, and it’s like music to my ears.“Betas,” Seven, Trent’s mate, and the manager of our home, says through the intercom. “Mr. and Mrs. Gonzalez are here to talk to you.” Andrew and I glance at one another, sadness radiating through our bones. Mr. and Mrs. Gonzalez are the parents of
NORA POV ’He is quite the sexy beast, isn’t he?’ I respond, giggling, enjoying the seamless banter between us already. Sensing the shift in my aura, Ares lurches forward, Xanders irises bleeding into black. His tone was primal and so incredibly arousing. “Mate?” Before I can prepare, my new wolf is taking over, a name falling out of my mouth that makes him smile tenderly. “Alicia” tumbling out into the air like an animalistic grumble. The ache beginning in my limbs, and if it’s anything like my shift with Viola, it’s going to be a long, agonizing night. “Absolutely beautiful,” Ares whispers, his touch on my face soothing for a second before she tries to push forward, so eager to meet him. “Alicia, Goddess of Wildflowers.” His term of endearment is all it takes to send her into overdrive. Her desires clamp down on me, making mine irrelevant, the strength of her much stronger than I or Viola. My back bending backward. Her impatience has her forcing the shift before the moon hits its
NORA POV FIVE MONTHS LATER- A MONTH AFTER OCTAVIUS’ BIRTH “Xander, stop!” I look upward at the right moment, praying to the Goddesses I did, when I see where he is holding the scissors, ready to cut out a chunk of my hair. I could have had paid a professional to come remove my braids, or gone to a salon, but the whole idea of leaving my den or having a stranger inside makes me anxious. “What? What am I doing wrong?” He pauses, looking absolutely disheveled. Octavius proudly strapped to his chest. The man wears him everywhere and hates parting with him. “Look at my hair. Can you see where the feed in starts?” I take the strand from his hands, showing him the difference. “See, this part is where my real hair is, and this lower part is where the fake hair is braided in.” His brows furrow, and his mouth tightens in concentration, sweat forming on his forehead. “Ummm… I am sorry, I just know how much you love your hair and I’d never forgive myself….I want to help you, and I don’t…” He
CHARITY POV Paramore blares through the speakers of my stereo, my head resting against my favorite fuzzy pillow. I try to stop my thoughts from wandering to where they shouldn’t. To who they shouldn’t. A growl of frustration leaving my lips as Summer, my meddlesome wolf, pushes their faces into my mind. She feels no shame about wanting Matt and Fletcher equally. The idea puritanically sinful and thrilling. Wrong. Wrong. So very wrong. People don’t have two mates, and people shouldn’t want more than one. Maybe I am defective? What’s wrong that I cannot pick one and accept my choices? But the thought of not having the other makes me sick. My heart physically aches when I try to imagine the possibility. How selfish am I? They’re both waiting around for me to decide. To choose between them, how the hell am I supposed to do that? ‘We don’t,’ Summer drones on for the millionth time. ‘Making them share me isn’t fair, Summer!’ The argument flowing like a memorized script. ‘They need to fo
XANDER POV“And we have to have this talk here? Now?” I cringe, looking around the room, filled with people who shouldn’t be a part of this conversation. Damon, Elle, Theo, and Andrew sitting along one side, while Camilla and two others sit in another.“Yes,” she coughs, shuffling nervously, “it has to do with them, too.”“How?” I roar. The fury burst forth like a cannon, spewing her with vitriol. “How does you leaving me behind as a boy have anything to do with them?”“Xander, please,” Camilla sighs, looking around the room. “This goes beyond the both of us. Please sit.”“No, I don’t have or want to listen to your lies and excuses,” I scoff, “or did you not notice we did not invite you to our ceremony?”“You told me she couldn’t come,” an accusatory voice comes from beside me, and my anger is suddenly drowning in ice water. “Xander…”Meeting the narrowed pupils of my mate, I gulp, knowing I have just landed myself in a pile of shit. “I lied, and I am sorry, but she didn’t deserve to
XANDER POV “Well, don’t you look like a Dapper Dan,” a teasing voice comes from behind, and for the first time in days I relax. Turning, I grin at my Beta, happy to have him home. “I thought you would not make it back in time.” I walk up, hugging him in his lavender suit. My own a paler, dusty purple. Charity picked the color specifically because it matches Nora’s dress. The young Gamma has been running around like a chicken with her head cut off over the last few days. The five foot five general running the rest of us into the ground, except for my beautiful Wildflower. Elle and Charity taking as much off her plate as they can so they can rest with the pregnancy. “Sorry, I couldn’t make it back for Theo and Andrew’s ceremony,” he sighs, his body tensing, telling me the detour errand I sent him on proved fruitless. The Beta’s ceremony was a day and a half ago, and Fletcher was the only one in our close circle not present. “But heaven and hell would not stop me from being here for
THEO POV Cerberus gushes as I smooth out the jacket of the dark blue suit I have chosen for Andrew and I’s ceremony. Looking myself over in the mirror, I adjust the emerald green tie and the flower in my pocket. “Your mother would be proud of the man you’ve grown to be.” I meet my father’s gaze, surprised by his sudden appearance. Rolling next to me, he holds a box in his hands, tears and sniffles escaping as he looks me over. “I miss her,” I sigh, wishing she was here to enjoy this moment. “I do too,” he smiles faintly, recalling a memory. “Every damn day.” “Dad,” I say, not sure how to broach the subject, but I think it’s time we talk about the elephant in the room. “I don’t think mom would have wanted you to stay single forever…” My mind flashes to Camilla, the middle-aged brunette who seemed to know my dad better than she let on. “She was my mate, son,” his words lashing out like a silver laced whip. “And you want me to just forget her like she never existed?” He scoffs, pain
NORA POV “Holy shit, they’re glowing,” Andrew says, breaking the silence of the room. “Thanks, Captain Obvious,” Xander growls, not in the mood for the nonsense. “What does it mean?” “That I cannot answer,” Elle breaks into the conversation, stepping forward to look me over with her mismatched eyes. “But I think our marks are a clue.” She pulls back her collar, revealing a triple moon with two paws sitting in the full moon, and three stars sitting in the far right corner. “Theirs too,” she points to Andrew and Theo, but her focus doesn’t move from me, her stare fixed. Avoiding the questions, I am sure she has. I wander to Theo, who beams with pride as he reveals the tattoo like mark on his collarbone. “It’s beautiful.” I remark, looking between the pair, but don’t comment on how it’s not the typical mark meant for a Beta. “That’s not the mark a pack Beta gets, ” Xander says, peering down from behind my back. “Thanks, Captain Obvious,” Andrew returns, making Damon snort in amusem