Hey Rebels, I keep getting a lot of questions asking if Theo was r*ped or m*lested. While I do not depict those occurrences in explicit detail, if they were to occur, it would be notated in the story in someway. People receive PTSD from all different types of trauma, and being tortured definitely fits that. XOXO Emma Taylor
XANDER POV “Fletcher, you and I will-” I start, looking up from the map, the words failing as I see his guilt-ridden face. “What?” The question lashing out like a whip, not in the mood to deal with more. We have been here nearly ten minutes from the time the last person entered the room. “Charity made us promise to stick together,” Matt grumbles, looking none too happy about the responsibility. “And when did she become the fucking Alpha?” I sigh, exasperated, but I can understand her worry. “Fine, whatever. Andrew is with me, then?” “I would prefer that, anyway. I made a promise to my mate,” Andrew includes, his chest puffing with pride. His words not taking me by surprise, the pair is made for each other. If we weren’t in the middle of this nightmare, I’d be celebrating their union, but more important matters loom. “Well then, it’s decided,” I agree, dividing the other warriors in the room. Pairing rogues with pack members so that we all have a way to communicate with each other.
XANDER POVThe smugness of his voice has Ares pushing forward, wanting to get his paws around his throat and end his worthless life. A rage unlike anything I have ever known, my Alpha energy swirling around the room like a firestorm.“Bringing me back here was a mistake,” I growl, forcing more of my aura onto the others. My gun still raised, as the others from my group navigate the waiting area.“Unfortunately, it’s the only way I can get what should be mine,” Cain snarls, shouting through the mask he wears. I can tell that he is desperately trying to match my energy. The fog in the room clearing giving me a better view.His men haven’t advanced in the slightest, clearly affected by my presence. Standing there like frozen statues. Taking notice, Lachlan and Theo rearrange themselves around, giving themselves a better advantage.“I should have known you would be involved in this, Walsh,” Cain comments dryly.“I’ll always support the rightful Alpha,” Lachlan puffs out in pride. “Especia
THEO POV I didn’t miss the shift in Drew’s energy when I flinched away from him, rushing out before he closed it off. My mate, a smile lighting my lips at the thought. If only we were home, rather than in hell, otherwise I would have taken him in my arms and marked him right then. Claiming Andrew Tyler as mine for the entire world to see. My mark sitting upon his skin where the collarbone and neck collide. Instead, we are stuck here, where the thought of being touched by anyone makes me recoil. I swear to the Goddess when I get my hands on that worthless piece of shit, Zachary; I am going to tear him to shreds. Cerberus hasn’t been vocal for the last few days, choosing to reserve his strength. The most activity I’ve seen from him was to claim Andrew as our own before retreating to the corners of my mind, looking to recover. Not that I blame him. The whole thing isn’t over yet, and if the plan goes awry, I might need him later. Leaning against the damp wall, I shiver, soaked clothe
ANDREW POV Cain’s body lands with a splatter, his fingers twitching slightly. Taking a page from Matt, I raise the weighted piece of metal wrapped in my hand. Aiming at his head, I pull the trigger; the shot ringing out in deafening the sensitive hearing of the wolves in the room. The bullet crashing through his skull at point blank range, crimson spewing everywhere. Xander’s stare burning holes in my flesh, but I shrug, not caring. “Better to be safe than sorry. We have enough ghosts returning from the past to haunt us. We don’t need another.” “Alpha,” Lachlan says, calling our attention, the pair of us turning to him as he nods toward the door on the opposite end of the room where Camilla stands. The look upon her face has Xander forgetting whatever he was about to say. The words evaporating like water on a hot summer day. Whatever the woman has to stay, it’s not good, based on the shake of her head. Xander, dashing toward the room like a tropical storm. Fear wrapping around him
XANDER POVMy heart stops seeing the look on Camilla’s face standing in the doorway of a room in the far corner. Ares is eerily silent, but we also remain pain free. As if floating in an out-of-body experience, I am at Nora’s side. The entire time between the lobby and here was a blur of seconds.Her breaths are shallow, and eyes closed, cords, and IVs still connected to her. Panic raising in my chest, a snarl escaping as my fingers wrap around them, ready to remove them, when a screech halts me just in time.“STOP!” Camilla rushing forward, her hands prying mine from Nora’s arm gingerly. “There is a dialysis machine attached, and the IVs are working to flush her system.”“You….how..?” I stutter, listening for Nora’s heart beat. Sighing in relief when I find it followed by the faintest flutter. The pup, our pup. The lavender scent that I love wrapped around me like a blanket.“I had to learn how to do something when I left here,” she murmurs, barely looking at me as she tends to my ma
THEO POVThe beeping has stopped, and the IV’s removed yesterday, but Andrew has demanded the human doctors to keep me another night. Poor man, even humans, can feel the animalistic and dangerous energy lurking underneath our surface. They caved rather easily, too. My mate can be pretty persuasive when he wants to be.“Are you ready to leave this place?” Drew’s voice cuts through the train of my thoughts. His head snuggled in my chest as I run my fingers through his soft hair. He hasn’t left my side in the three days I have been stuck in this room.“I was ready yesterday,” I whisper, kissing the top of his head.“I know and I am sorry about that,” his bright blue eyes looking up at me. “I just wanted to make sure that you were actually okay… you know that, right?”“Of course, I would have done the same,” I murmur, my finger pads running along his scalp. “But I am ready to go home, Drew. Although there are some things I need to do before we fly out.”“Xander?” he asks, already understa
THEO POV “Goddess, sorry,” Xander says, breaking the embrace we’ve had for the last twenty minutes. His face drenched in his tears, and snot. “I’m a fucking mess.” “Anyone would be if they had to witness their mate like this.” I don’t even want to contemplate how I would react if the roles were reversed. “I’m sorry, Xan. I should have done a better job. She wouldn’t be in this position if-” “Stop,” he commands, his aura bearing down on me stronger than ever before. Being in his rightful pack makes it hard to resist, my mouth snapping close. “She is my mate…I should have been better prepared that my past would come back to haunt me.” A grumble coming from Xander’s stomach, the sound so guttural it’s like his stomach is eating him from the inside out. “When’s the last time you had food?” “I don’t know,” he grumbles, looking at Nora, the broken look in his face tearing me down. My heart breaking just seeing the devastation on his face. “Does it really matter?” “Yes, Xander,” I say,
XANDER POV Another three days. Three more fucking days have passed since Theo left the territory. Nora hasn’t twitched or moved a moved a fucking muscle. Why the fuck won’t she wake up? Her stomach already changing from the pup growing inside. Even Ares, who was unusually calm, is worrying, his anxiety mixing with mine. Pacing at the edge of her bed, I can’t help but stare at her as if my continued watching will finally work its magic. Somehow surprised when it doesn’t do shit, and I am disappointed all over again. “Boss.” Fletcher’s voice breaks through the jumbled mess. My brain turning to mush the longer she is in this condition. I forgot the Beta had been sitting there watching the whole time. “Why don’t we go for a walk? Huh?” “No.” I thought I made it clear to him I have no interest in walking with him or leaving Nora’s side. Never again, and not in this condition. My mate is like a sitting duck, vulnerable, and breakable, waiting for the slaughter. A deep unsettling feeling
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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