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15. Phoebe
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Resisting the Beta 16. Phoebe
Mentioning Diane was the verbal equivalent of exploding a human landmine. Hidden in darkness Sawyers grip is tense. “Diane? Diane Jackson, seriously? Right now?” he repeats, his teeth grazing my neck sending shivers down my spine.. I wanted to push him into admitting more, so I kept quiet, just revelling in his body pressed flush against mine. “Two years ago that ended! Do you really think I just fell into bed with her? Like that was my answer?” II tilt my head towards him to softly nip at his neck. When I feel his whole body shudder, I can't believe he is still holding back. He won't let go. Is it because we don’t share sparks? I doubt we could be mates. Maybe he thinks that matters to me. But I don’t care. My wolf taints everything. To feel Sawyer just exactly as we are with no tricks and wolf-born extravagance is beautiful. His strong body and the heat of his touch are more than enough. Even more so now, Huli is keeping quiet. Goddess, he is as perfect as I rememb
Resisting the Beta 17. Sawyer
Don’t forget she lied. Don’t think why you sank a bottle of whisky. Because you’d given up. She’s no better than everyone else who hurt us. That’s what I’ve told myself for two years. No better than my idiotic parents. My useless, abandoning aunt. My thieving so-called friends. There are some battles you just can not win. Tipsy, slurring me was no match for those brown eyes. /Something attacked us today/ Nash had growled lowly. /You need to watch out/ I despise having voices in my head. Nash only rears when a fight is on the horizon. His grumbling suspicion made me drink faster. What did I expect to happen? Sober me is now a panting heap on the floor of a dark corridor. Her immaculately soft body laid on top of me. Magnolia fills my head, and I simply can’t stop touching her. My hands have to be on her. I promised her one night. I never thought she’d tempt me into spanking her perfect little ass whilst she took me to the brink of bellowing for all to hear. But then s
Resisting the Beta 18. Sawyer
Jane’s blonde hair cascades regally. Unfortunately, her watery blue eyes are raging. Wren, as always, looks scary as shit even when dressed in the softest peach tunic. What the hell is this ambush, it’s not even sunrise! “If King Heath chooses Phoebe, she should go. She’s the best candidate. Your veto isn’t enough to stop us recommending her. Wren will be with her at all times-” “Alpha Cilian agrees with me. What about someone like Beta Dash?” “They already know we can physically overpower them,” Jane snaps. "Everyone knows she is the perfect person to send.” Wren insisted, her brow narrowing, making her eyeballs appear completely black. Terrifying. “You don’t think she could be influenced by King Heath?” Jane raised an eyebrow, for once her pleasant milkmaid features hardened under the harsh morning glare. “No more easily than she can be influenced by you.” Now I feel Nash ripple. We don’t have much, but we have our pride. Even Wren looks startled, but Jane keeps g
Resisting the Beta 19. Phoebe
So, Sawyer appears. Stressed me out for a day, destroyed every sensible thought in my head for a night, and then disappeared. Again. Unfortunately, just like before, he leaves me alone, feeling awkward around everybody. Every room I walk into feels like I’m the one under discussion. Of course, the whole Academy is furiously wondering why everyone's rooms needed searching. Spreading rumours as to why Beta Sawyer would even appear only to drop down ill. Now he’s vanished! /Finally. You asked him to stay, and he’s shown his true colours/ Huli grumbles, but I ignore every bitter little whinge this morning. I swear Shaw is spreading a rumour that Sawyer was actually killed by Jane and dumped in the lake. Except I know he’s heading to see Cillian and tell him everything. Every time a door opens I’m expecting a raft of Beta’s wielding silver handcuffs. Shame and disgrace. I almost skip Jane’s class on the history of Fates, but I have to at least try to be normal. I wish I hadn’t
Resisting the Beta 20. Phoebe
“Now. This doesn’t look good, Phoebe,” Sawyer whispers, but I swear there is amusement in his voice. But then it looks like he’s spent night digging these holes. Dozens of metre-deep pits of nothing. "Would you believe me if I said I came to dig these up for you to destroy?" "If that's what you say, then yes. I believe you," he replied. All I could do was stare dumbly. He believes me? The illogical, Sawyer-obsessed part of me wants to unbutton his shirt and see if that glisten on his brow continues the full length of his torso. Even though I'm clearly in trouble, I can't stop grinning. “Well what are YOU doing here?” very aware of the way his hands remain planted around my waist. He’s not letting go. He’s not flipping me around to slam into the wooden shed door and slap handcuffs on me. Although if that’s what he felt like, I could go with it. “Same. I came to check your story out. Didn’t think you’d move into breaking and entering. What have they taught you at the Academ
Resisting the Beta 21. Phoebe
The sensation of my soaked underwear, rubbing at my clit with every flex of Sawyer’s hips soon has me begging for more. He soaks up every little noise I make. It’s bliss. Quickly overwhelmed at the sensation of finally being together, my back pressed up against the wall, he watches me flush red, back arching into his nerve-hitting thrusts. "I need to see you do that again," he says, carrying me over to the bed. Poor Jane. I’ll buy her some seeds. Selfishly, not much else mattered when Sawyer loomed over me. Smiling together as the soft, spongy mattress saw us sink together. His hand sweeps through my hair, blue eyes drinking me in. He doesn’t undo my bra. Instead, he roughly palms my breasts out of the cups. Making them stand higher, my nipples already risen , seeking his attention. He didn’t tell the Alpha’s about us. He believes me. That’s almost as unreal as the way his warm body feels pressed against mine. Nobody apart from Sawyer knows I read those books. He’s put hi
Resisting the Beta 22. Sawyer
Just like scars, memories linger. Long-banished memories are free to show up in dreams uninvited.. I’m a small boy again. Hiding under my cabin. The sensation of slugs, lizards, fuck knows what else crawling up my legs. The rain causing every miniscule movement of my limbs to sink deeper into the mud. It’s not just mud either. It is dirty, stinking shit and piss soaked filth. /It’s just a dream/ Nash soothes, his voice booming into the past like a loudspeaker. Even with my wolfs sympathy, the real world doesn't break through. Where I’m laid waiting, hoping. Cold and afraid.. Even as a little boy, I knew it was vile, wrong to be laying there. Telling myself over and over, with my small fists clenched tightly, that it wouldn’t matter because my mother would return soon. I could already imagine the scolding coming my way for ruining my new, beige archery tunic. My little body silently shuddering in revolt against the sensations around me. Even so, I did not leave. /Sawy
Resisting the Beta 23. Sawyer
When I’m capable of thinking, I sometimes stare down at my blistered, ruined wrists and find it droll that Phoebe and I now share matching scars. Confessing to Phoebe how I felt weak standing before the Alpha’s, pink blossoms still tickling my ears, seems naive now.. I know the true meaning of the word after weeks of wolfsbane and silver. Powdered wolfsbane is added to everything I eat. It’s bitter, disgusting flavour lingers for hours. Its effects mean Nash hasn’t spoken in weeks. He may never be capable of communicating again. I only eat because I can’t just wither away without seeing her again. "Give it up, Sawyer, you’re pissing me off with those noises,” Beta Tucker growls through the wooden door. “You better not be jacking off in there you fucking pervert.” I don’t reply, too busy panting from grisly sets of press-ups and Russian twists. There are two Betas behind my door at all times. “I said stop it!” slapping his meaty hands against the door. I don’t blame him. I’d
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Resisting the Beta Epilogue Four
Naomi (Continued) “I meant to ask you something,” Finn murmurs sleepily as we watch yet another shooting star go by. “Did it bother you that we never had a ceremony?” “No…no it just never felt the right time, then we had been together so long it almost didn’t matter?” “It’s a shame. Your sisters had all promised to walk together.” “We did it for Matilda. If things had gone differently, we would have walked for Eleanor and Rhett, but it all broke apart. I'm just glad we all found happiness, even if it wasn't in the same town square.” “Did Sia give you an address for Eleanor?” “Yes but I left it alone in the end. She knows where we are. She’s made a choice a long time ago,” I whisper sadly, clutching my King’s hand tightly. I know every wrinkle and line in his muscular frame. I could make his replica out of clay in every pose. The feel of his body is a memory I constantly revisit. “I found my memory box the other day when we were packing,” I add. “I didn’t know you had o
Resisting the Beta Epilogue Three
Naomi It’s been fifty years since we took over as Alpha and Luna this full moon. Fifty years. Time has the cruellest ability to just vanish from underneath your feet. I swear I was a feisty, opinionated, quad-bike obsessed woman in her twenties just the other day. Now, creeping upon me like a riptide, I'm a content, slow-moving little fossil. I’m his girl, his Queen. He is my King. Now and forever. The quad-bike-revving beast of a man who only ever cares for us. I love the fact I’m still his girl even as time eats away at our vitality. My hair is no longer fiery red. I’ve conceded to grey. He insists it only makes my brown eyes all the prettier. I’d blush, except I love every word he says. I still find any opportunity to stand above him and bring my face to his, marvelling at the lack of wrinkles on his relaxed, still-boyish features. We’re currently down on the very south of the Shadowlands coast, in Finn’s old family home, left to him by his parents. I wonder if all o
Resisting the Beta Epilogue Two
*** SEVEN MONTHS LATER*** PHOEBE It is strange when the life you thought you always wanted lands in your lap. Except they don’t feed your soul. I lecture students on human and shifter history. An expert in my bitterly-learned field. The contrasting versions of events. The dangers of automatically believing the only side of the story you have access to. The fact history is always told from the side of the winner. I stride the corridors, my wedding band and bumblebee pendant permanently part of me. But it’s not enough. Jane and Wren are so incredibly kind. The hours I've spent talking through Huli and those momths with them have been cathartic. Even so, they know Rising Star isn’t what I want. Not without Sawyer. Of course, it would have been ungrateful to protest at Alpha Finn’s decision. Two people voted for me to die. Including my own sister. Alpha Finn saved me whilst yanking Sawyer away. It’s been seven months, yet every night, I lie awake. I think of the same mom
Resisting the Beta Epilogue One
*** 7 MONTHS LATER *** ALPHA FINN “Alpha!” That fake-serious, minx of a voice forces me to pause. Not ideal when halfway across the Jackson’s roof, retrieving Rami’s misplaced arrow. Again. Considering he is meant to be an archery prodigy, he seems to fire it up into that thatched cottage’s eaves with annoying regularity. “This is your fault, Luna!” I shout back, fully aware of her laughing from the packhouse. When she sends a bolt of seriously dirty thoughts across our bond, I almost put my foot into the chimney. Thankfully, Diane is with Beta Tucker again, straightening out his boredom-driven drinking via pure seduction. "IT WAS ME!” Rami adds with glee. Naomi innocently claims the practice targets Rami uses simply must face the Jackson’s cottage. I don’t argue. Not when my girl slinks around in dark bodysuits that leave my hands twitching to wrap around her waist. I have no arguments, only desires. Any argument she has formulating just vanishes away at the soun
Resisting the Beta 45. Phoebe
My mouth drops open, but there is nothing to say. Nikolai doesn’t suffer the same issue. “Now just fuck off a minute-” but Cillian doesn’t even flinch. Zeke and Freya step forward, their eyes wide with surprise. "You haven't discussed this with us?" “Look, my father was never born an Alpha. He rose. He proved himself. Calm in danger, braver than any of his peers. Any Shadowlands Alpha should follow the same route. I haven't. I've made it this far by the skin of my teeth. So I want you all to endorse and support and give your backing to Finn. Alpha Finn Penkov and his Luna, Naomi Kharkov of the Shadowlands.” The only person to make a sound is Rami, who starts clapping wildly and shouting “KING FINN! King Finn and Prince Rami! Haha, I'm in charge!!” He doesn’t seem to realise everyone else is in complete shock. He’s just thrilled his favourite person in the world is getting a promotion. And by default, in his eyes anyway, himself. “Do you accept?” Cillian says, not really givin
Resisting the Beta 44. Phoebe
The truck ride certainly gave me time to think. For one, I am eternally grateful Huli was no longer with me. I don’t miss having a wolf. The agony she would have been putting me through had she still held residence in my consciousness made me instinctively reach for my wrist. The only sign of that former life, one that could be years ago instead of just a few months, is a faint, grey scar on my wrist. It used to be so red and angry. Now, it has settled down to almost nothing. Genevieve picked up on it whilst she came to say goodbye. “I know you’re scared.” “I am. But only because it’s what I deserve.” “Well, if it helps, Nikolai and I are attending this meeting too. Cillian has asked for Rising Star as well.” "Oh." That absolutely does not help in any way. It only means Matilda will have even less influence. It makes me think Cillian is preparing to make an example of me. Genevieve has been kind enough to lend me a cornflower blue and white gown. Its swirling blue remi
Resisting the Beta 43. Sawyer
Nikolai explained, in a much more brutal and dickish way than was necessary, that we only got one night's stay at White Forest Castle. After all, he has sworn to help Alpha Cillian and Zeke, the pair of them bound in a trio of voting and veto. I don't care. We have each other right now. Every day seems to be swinging us to the extremes, and now we are just waiting for the biggest and hopefully final one to go our way. “I think we need to switch our brains off for a while,” Phoebe sighed, our brown dust-covered bodies flopping onto the bed of our small little room. “I can’t keep thinking about next week. It will drive me insane.” “Cillian could just exile us. Or maybe be so taken up in making Heath pay that we are nothing to him. Matilda will have an influence.” “I killed my mother and put him, Naomi and Finn into a trance. I stole a child…” “Not you. Your fucking wolf. You were just the vessel,” I sigh, too weary to go round the grisly roulette wheel. Phoebe rolls herself
Resisting the Beta 42. Phoebe
Clutching his silver goblet, our nameless, very-well rested hostage was almost chirpy, insisting he had a brother in law in the next town he could call on for a ride. But Sawyer shook his head when the time came to abandon him in the dark. “No…no it’s not right to take this. Can you drop us at the border? Keep the truck.” “From here, your nearest pack is Rising Star?” “That works just fine,” Sawyer replied. Walking through the night, keeping away from the towns and villages, Sawyer found us fresh water to drink, before killing and cooking a fish over a small fire. I’m probably endlessly naive, but to me, it was a perfect night. Because finally, there was not a single obstruction to just being with Sawyer. The man who patiently explained how you can catch a fish bare-handed. Explaining why he purposely ignored one section of the river, walking another mile upstream. I said nothing when he stripped to his underwear to stand in the shallows. I whooped and laughed instead when
Resisting the Beta 41. Sawyer
I felt Phoebe’s fear rise at the sight of Cillian. I saw a chance. Our opportunity to finally put things right. I just need him to listen to me instead of immediately heading to decapitation. His wolf's eyes were entirely golden, burning anger at the forefront of his intent. Cillian didn't even attempt diplomacy. No Shadowland envoys to King Heath, not even a personal visit to Bridgend to ask if there was truth in any rumours. He’s ended up straight here, shifted into wolf form, and shredded his way through at least twenty human men. What if this isn't the first prison he's tried? What will be the fallout from the Alpha's desperation? I couldn’t get Matilda’s cell unlocked in time. The heavy collection of black and silver keys was impossible to gauge. With the gag still in her mouth, Matilda wasn’t coming to our aid anytime soon. Plus, I know how it feels to be obliterated by wolfsbane. Sluggish, dopey. She might not even believe this is even real if they’ve really pum
