LOGINChapter 11
Charlie
Someone was in my room, on top of me, don’t panic Charlie, at least not yet. Just breathe deep breaths. Calm down, you can get out of this.
How the hell did he get in? I try to think back. When Riley left, she closed the door. Then I realized. I hadn’t locked it. How fucking stupid. I was like a momma bear with Riley’s safety. I guess not so much with myself, shit.
My eyes lifted and as clear as day I saw it was Legolas, his pointy Elvin ears gave him away. Wearing a balaclava wasn’t really helping him. For a moment, I was scared. What would he do to me, in the back of my mind I knew, but denial and anger kept pushing the disturbing thought away? Was he the one who attacked Riley? The son of a bitch tried to rape her, the bastard would pay for that and any other unwilling females he raped or tried to rape.
He bends close to my ears and whispers.
“If you scream, I will kill you bitch, you got that,” he says, brandishing a long jagged blade across my cheeks for emphasis. I swallowed the lump in my throat. I would be an idiot not to be scared abilities and all.
His black eyes pierce me with a look, understanding I nod.
Slowly, he removes his hand from my mouth.
“What do you want,” I whispered.
“You know what I want, what I’ve wanted ever since you got here, now I going to take it.” He smiles, and I see the evil gleam in his eyes. I temper the need to kill, to ripe his throat out, sink into his meaty flesh and watch as his blood coat my tongue.
I blink, holy hell, since when did I become so bloodthirsty. What the hell was wrong with me, I could practically feel the tinge of his blood dripping on my lips. I close my eyes to control my thoughts.
I cried out as another excruciating pain grips me, my back arches of the bed, bucking Legolas off my body for a quick second, with the impact of my bones snapping. The idiot either didn’t notice that my hands had formed into claws or he refused to believe what he saw as real. He dismisses what his eyes told him, then he jumps back on me. This time, he climbs higher up my body, blocking the air from my chest.
“Stupid bitch, I told you to be silent, now you going to pay for not listening,” He sneers then slaps me with the back of his hand, hard. My entire body twist with the pain and the left side of my face goes numb. The bastard actually hit me. The fucker put his hands on me. Fuck if he would die for that.
The asshole tears off my tank and panties in his attempt to get me naked. I tried to push him off. That was the last thing I remembered before all hell breaks loose.
Naja
“Charlotte,” I jolt from the bed as if being chased by hell hounds. Fuck, she was in danger. Quickly, I got dressed, grabbing my phone from the charger.
I dial the number that was printed in my head from the constant updates I demanded. It rings two times, frustrated I pace the length of my room.
“Pick up you asshole,” I shout into the phone. Instantly, a sleepy voice whispers.
“Alpha,” without preamble I shout
“GET TO HER, SHE IS IN DANGER, GO NOW,” I command.
Chapter 29CharlieI didn’t sleep. Not really. The walls in this place might’ve been quieter than Bellmoore, but that didn’t mean they didn’t hum. The air was too still—the silence, too loud. I stared at the ceiling, breathing through the ache in my chest, replaying every word Naja said. My parents were dead. My brothers had been abandoned. I’d been thrown into a psych ward while everyone else moved on like I didn’t exist. And now? I was here. Changed. Bitten. Claimed. Tangled up in a war I never signed up for. I wasn’t angry anymore. I was scorched through. By the time morning cracked across the trees, I’d made my decision—I was done waiting. Done following half-truths and protective silences. If this place wanted to keep me, it needed to start giving me more than secrets and shadows. I pulled on my boots, laced them tighter than necessary, and headed out. The compound was quiet. Too quiet. No early training. No chatter. Even the sentries were whispering. Something felt
Chapter 28Andrew “They’ve been gone two days.” Andrew’s voice was low, even. Measured in that way that made the others nervous. The pack stood in a wide circle around him, shoulders tense, expressions drawn. The kind of silence that followed bad news—and waited for worse. “Roman and Joshua don’t just disappear,” he continued. “They knew protocol. They checked in. They were trained.” No one spoke. He let the words hang in the air like fog. “If they’re dead, I want proof. If they’re being held, I want blood.” That’s when a patrolman came sprinting in from the tree line, breath ragged. “Alpha!” he shouted. “We found them.” Andrew didn’t wait for details. He didn’t ask how bad. He just moved. He passed the edge of the encampment without another word, heading straight for the northern border of their territory. The patrolman led him until the trees thinned and the air shifted—wetter here, colder, the kind of quiet that felt unnatural. Then came the stench. It hit before the
Chapter 27CharlieI hadn’t come to this compound for a mate. I hadn’t come for a war, either. I came for answers. And somewhere along the way—between surviving Joggernut and being knotted into next week—I got distracted. Now, my head was clearer. Pissed, but clear. This place had buried me in heat, in blood, in politics. But I remembered now. I had two brothers out there—somewhere—living lives they didn’t choose. And I was going to find them. I cornered Naja in the hallway before he could disappear again. He’d just come back from the council meeting, still reeking of elder musk and stone-walled power plays—but I didn’t care. “What happened to my family?” I asked, voice flat. He stopped mid-step. “My family, Naja,” I repeated. “That night. Five years ago. After the attack—what happened to them? Where are they?” He turned slowly, jaw tight. “Charlie—” “No more avoiding it,” I snapped. He leaned against the wall, arms folding across his chest. “Your parents were killed that n
Chapter 26CharlieThe gym was quiet, the faint hum of fluorescent lights echoing against the walls. I stepped inside, the scent of rubber mats and sweat faint but familiar. Riley sat in the far corner, her knees tucked to her chest, arms wrapped tightly around them. She stared straight ahead, her expression distant, her usual spark nowhere to be found.“Riley?” I called softly, approaching her cautiously. She didn’t look at me, but her shoulders tensed slightly like she was bracing for something.I lowered myself onto the mat beside her, leaning back on my hands. “Hey. What’s going on?”For a moment, she said nothing. Her eyes remained fixed on a spot on the floor, and I wondered if she would even acknowledge me. Then she let out a long, shaky sigh.“I tried,” she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. “I tried to help him.”I frowned. “Who? Naja?”She shook her head. “No. Sam.”I blinked in surprise. “What happened?”Her hands tightened around her knees, knuckles turning wh
Chapter 25CharlieI rolled over, and my hand felt space. I knew in an instant that I was alone. Wakefulness soon took hold of me, and my eyes flew open. I sat up in a massive bed, confused, and my body aching as fuck. The last thing I remembered was Naja retaking me; how many times had I blacked out from the pleasure? My body told me too many to count. My gaze swept the room, and the sheets fell around my naked body as my eyes took in the multiple bite marks and bruises on my hips and breasts, including the one on my right shoulder. My core heated at the memory of Naja thrusting deep inside of me as he bit down on my shoulders, sending me over the edge.If I didn’t know better, I would think a dog had attacked me. Which made me laugh. I was such a moron. My head hit the pillow as peals of laughter erupted from me. I slipped off the bed and gathered the sheets around my body, taking them with me as I snooped around. My stomach growled in hunger, and I figured it prudent to take a quic
chapter 24 Charlotte Did I really just find Naja five hours ago threatening to torture Riley and me for entering his pack lands? Yet here I was, about to let a virtual stranger fuck me on the floor of a destroyed office like a complete savage. This had to be the stupidest thing I had ever done, considering chunks of my memory were still missing; that was saying something. This was so not like me. If I didn’t know better, I would think my other bitchy side took control of this particular joy ride. As if my thoughts summoned her presence, she preened like a freaking cat when Naja nipped the side of my neck with his teeth, and I moaned. Why did it have to feel so good? Naja’s gaze softened as he cradled my face in his massive hands, his thumbs brushing over my flushed cheeks. For a moment, the raw hunger in his golden eyes was replaced by something gentler, almost reverent. “You feel it, don’t you?” he murmured, his deep voice threading through the haze in my mind. “Feel what?” I ma







