Jace
By the time I got the chance to go see her again, to try and talk to her she was already gone. The staff was just starting to clean the kitchen, when I hired her, she had said she stayed and help other staff with cleaning. But I guess in light of everything she been through tonight I can’t really blame her from leaving as soon as she could. Her food to night was exquisite, and not only in my opinion, but that of others many asking who the chef was and for her contact information to hire her for other jobs. My chest was puffed up with pride all night long.
I sat with Jamie and Charlie, and the other wolves of the neighboring packs, I couldn't help but feel relieved that they were finally putting their years-old feud to rest. I had been trying to convince them for years to work towards peace between their packs, and now it seemed like they were finally beginning to listen.
"It's about time you two buried the hatchet," I said, taking a sip of my drink. "We can't keep living like this, constantly fighting and causing chaos in our territory."
Jamie let out a heavy sigh and nodded in agreement. "I know, I know. But it's been so ingrained in us to hate each other. It's hard to just let that go."
Charlie's expression softened as he looked at Jamie. "I understand, but I think it's time we start focusing on the future instead of dwelling on the past. We can't change what happened, but we can choose how we move forward."
I couldn't help but smile at their progress. It had been a long and difficult journey, but I was hopeful that we were finally on the right track. They kept talking and I slipped into my own thoughts while giving the head nod or responds when needed but otherwise I was thinking about my mate. I thought about how cute she was when she was explaining something and how completely different she was from any other, she-wolf I had ever met. I loved it, she was perfect. But she didn't see it that way. The things I learned in a very all to brief encounter drew me in, yet she thought they would push me away. She was so sure I would reject her. I had to figure out how to prove that is not what I planned to do. I planned to love her, cherish her, and make her my Luna.
Just then, my phone vibrated in my pocket. It was a text from Max. He had been tasked with following Renee, my mate, and making sure she made it home safely.
"Excuse me for a moment," I said, standing up and excusing myself. I stepped outside to take the call.
"Hey, Max. Did Renee make it home?" I asked, hoping for good news.
"Yeah, she's back at an apartment above a garage not far from the venue. But she's not in the best state of mind. And she thinks she was followed. She is smart, drove around the city till I fell far enough back even though she never saw me, even had her keys ready before she got out of the car," Max replied.
I let out a frustrated sigh. "I am glad she knew how to be safe. But I am not happy she thought she needed to. I need to know more about her. Where you able to get anywhere near the place to see inside?"
There was a pause on the other end of the line before Max spoke again. "Yea, just a peak. She was in bed holding a stuffed owl."
"You looked into her bedroom?" I growl.
"It was her bedroom, kitchen, living, and dining room all in one. It's a studio apartment." That explains why he paused, because he knew I wouldn't like that, and he was right I don't she deserves more than that.
"Send me the address." I had to see this myself. I had to know how she was living. The need to take care of her, to provide for her was too strong to ignore.
"Yes, Alpha." He said. "Do you want me to stay? I don't like the idea of leaving the Luna when that asshole could still be around."
I couldn't help but smile. He was the first to call her Luna and the gamma in him was already claiming her as his Luna to protect.
"Yes. I will be along soon. Call me if anything happens."
"Yes, Alpha."
I thanked Max for his advice and hung up, deep in thought. I needed to make Renee understand that I would never reject her, no matter what. I needed to show her that our bond was unbreakable.
As I re-entered the party, I found myself wishing it would end soon so I could go Renee's house and at least make sure it was safe until I could convince her to move somewhere better. I was determined to make her see that our bond was stronger than her first mate's. That we were truly meant to be.
The night went on, with Jamie and Charlie continuing to discuss their plans for peace and the other werewolves enjoying the festivities. But my mind was elsewhere, thinking of ways I could show her what she meant. But to be honest I wasn't with her long enough to learn enough about her. I needed to think hard about what I did know. But that was impossible here with all the noise around me and having to take part in conversations.
Finally, the party came to an end, and everyone began to make their way home. I made my way to the address Max had provided me.
I arrived at the address that Max had given me, I drove past the house and parked down the street. I could feel the tension building up inside me as I prepared to see where my mate lay her head. Taking a deep breath, I got out of my car and started walking towards the house.
The air was thick with the smell of freshly cut grass and I could sense Max's scent in the air. Following it, I reached a row of tall bushes just on the neighbor's side of the property line. From there, I could see the garage of the house, but anyone looking out the small window wouldn't be able to see me.
"Max, are you there?" I whispered, trying to keep my voice low.
"Yeah, I'm here," came the response from behind the bushes.
"Do you have anything to report?" I asked, my heart racing in anticipation.
Max's jaw clenched as he spoke, "I heard whimpering coming from inside the house. It took everything in me to not burst in the door."
My mind immediately went to the worst-case scenario. Was someone in there with her against her will inside?
"What did you see?" I prodded, needing to know more.
"I got to the same window from earlier and saw her still asleep but tossing and turning. When she went to kick off her sheet. I left, not knowing what was under it," Max explained.
"So, a nightmare?" I say what I'm thinking out loud.
"Yeah, and a bad one." It was probably almost as hard for him as it would have been for me to hear. The whole job of a gamma is to protect their Luna. They are pretty much their best friend and will be whatever they need. He would be the only male who wouldn't set the urge to kill off in me for holding her to comfort her.
I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins as I tried to come up with something I could do. But nothing came to mind. I needed to leave to go home. I couldn't stay without risking going to her.
"Do you think you can stay hidden?"
"Yes. If it means me staying to keep her safe over someone else. Yes, I can stay." I nod and head back to my car.
I woke up slowly, coming back to the world of the living, when before I even opened my eyes, I knew I had, had a night full of nightmares again. When I did open them, the covers were on the floor in a tangled mess, my night gown was twisted and above my hip, my hair was probably a rat’s nest and poor Hedwig was face down on the floor.“Sorry buddy.” It was probably a combination of seeing Alex, meeting Jace and the feeling of being followed and watched. Good news no one tried to break in so I must have been being paranoid.I rubbed my eye only to realize they not only have sand in them but that I never removed my contacts. “Ow, ow, ow!” I quickly jump out of bed and run to the bathroom. I only put them in because its easier to cook bulk food with out having to push my glasses up or have them fog up. Bad thing though was my eye got incredibly dry and irritated when I wear them especially for long periods. Being a wolf are body doesn’t seem to like having something in us for long perio
Fuck.How did he find me? Am I really about to be rejected before I finish even the first of eight movies? I had hoped to finish them and at least Lilo and Stitch before I found him on Monday. His eyes finally make it to mine face unreadable he probably thinks I look ridiculous. Oh well this is me.“Umm,” I look behind my place isn’t really messy if you don’t count the unmade bed and the pillow nest on the couch. But it would be better to do this inside not standing at the door. “Do you want to come in?”His jaw is tight, but he gives a sharp nod. “Okay then….” I step aside and he walks in, and I close the door and just stand by it. He gets to the middle of the room and looks around with a critical eye. Stopping first on my bed which may or may not have a Stitch comforter and sheet. Perks of having the Lilo and stitch generation being more grown the kid and well you can find anything online these days. Then he looks to the couch which again is covered in more Disney paraphernalia wit
The way she says that has me wonder what else she has been through. Because with that its pretty clear that she has dealt with more than just mate who rejected her, for whatever reason. I don’t see a single thing not to like and come to love. I also don’t understand how he was able to resist the bond in his chest. Waiting till the morning, then for a reasonable time to come see her was the hardest thing in my life. Well maybe not. Seeing her standing in the door with the surprised look on her face, dressed adorable in her Gryffindor onesie and not grabbing her and kissing her forehead was pretty hard. Then again looking at her sitting on the couch surrounded by pillows blankets with a stuffed Hedwig and some blue alien cartoon looking thing just make me want to wrap up with her. That’s why I didn’t want her to move any of it, it was clear she really felt unhappy about the thought her scent started to turn sour as she went to do it. I love her pour honeysuckle scent fill this space. It
So apparently today the alpha in me can’t be bothered to show herself. I am hundred percent omega today. And well, that was the plan. The whole point of curling up in my makeshift nest was to relax and decompress from everything that happened last night, knowing that I would need to be strong in the coming day to face Jace, and prepared to try and stand up to Alex is he came around again. I let myself fall into that part of my completely because this is or was my safe space. When he showed up, I was already so relaxed into enjoying my omega space that I didn’t have time to pull out. Its tricky being two things. Much of the time it’s a perfect balance. But others it need to be one or the other in order to function. Just like any other werewolf, only they only need to balance time between skin side and fur side. Sometimes the wolf just needs to be free. Sometime my alpha needs to take the reins sometimes the omega. So, that’s what today was about. And you just can’t one-eighty that shit
Jace's WolfI don't understand. Mate has tears in her eyes. Her beautiful hazel eyes that look more gold then green right now. I know she is skidish I also know something the human does not. She is more special than he knows, and He can figure it out himself because right now she doesn't want to tell him for some reason but that is a later problem. The right now problem is that she is going to cry, her scent sours, I need to fix it. What was it she said? No one likes her? I don't understand that I instantly loved her because I know she was made for me. I want to hold her and tell her that. But I can't for two reasons. One it will scare her, and I don't know if she will run. I don't want that."I like you lots. I am sorry little one, my name is Fenrir. I did not mean to upset you." I step just a little closer to her. And while I don't allow myself to get too close, I purr for her to show her that I didn't mean to or want to cause her any distress. I can tell the second she hears it; he
ReneeI know who is at the door before they even knock. I don't know how Alex found me, but I don't want to see him. I am hoping he will smell another male here and leave. So, when he does know I can help but whimper. He can not come in here. I don't even want Fenrir to open the door. I can't rest. He may be able to smell the difference in my scent to what he once knew it was. So, when Fenrir growls towards the door, getting to his feet, I jump up, every ungraceful like. But I am able to get in front of him before he answers the door. I stand with my arms and legs spread out. It works. He stops and gives me an odd look."Please don't answer it." I beg with a whine. I never wanted any of this and if this is my last day I don't want it ruined. Because Alex is if he thinks I am what I am he will take me and claim me without second thought. I don't want that. I will never be free to be who I am around him or my old pack. I can't go back."Do you know who it is?" He asked me. I don't want
As I take a step towards the door, a whimper escapes my throat, a sound I cannot control. I am usually strong, but with the omega's command, I am reduced to this—a mere follower of orders. But just as I am about to step and to reach for the doorknob, a strong arm wraps around my waist, pulling me back into a firm chest. I recognize the scent immediately—it's him. My alpha. NO! I can't think that that, but Jasmine is pushing it trying to make me see this is the truth. I refuse to listen. He holds me close, and I can feel his growl vibrating through his chest. I know he is upset, and I can't help but to start to whine low in my throat. I hate that I've upset him. But then, suddenly, his growl stops, and he starts to purr. He buries his nose in my hair, inhaling my scent, and I can feel his warm breath on my neck. It's comforting and reassuring, and I know he's not truly angry with me. I relax into his embrace, feeling safe and protected. He nuzzles my hair, a possessive gesture, and I
Men are trash, especially Alpha men. Alpha men are at the very bottom of the trash heap covered in even more stinky smelly trash. Yes, I am bitter, I was rejected by my Goddess chosen mate. And why you ask because I am "wolf less and weak."It was bad enough growing up the pack outcast because I was different. I never really cared about the same things they did. I was always different from the other little girls. In elementary school it wasn't so bad. The little girls like the princesses, I was just into them a little bit more, okay a lot more. How cares if I liked to try and dress up like them? And who care's that I felt lucky to have brown hair to match Belle? She is the best, that's the hill I will die on. They would tease me and pull on my ponytail. No big deal. But when middle school came that's where the hair pulling got real. I remember Tracy Maxtor she was the worst. One time I was getting my books and came up behind and pulled so hard some of it came out.But I knew that thin