Lya My eyelids were heavy, and it was a monumental effort to just crack them open. I was surrounded by white, and everything smelled sterile. I tried to shift positions, but searing pain ran through me. I gasped. “Hey, take it easy, kiddo,” a familiar voice said from the corner of the room. I turned my head to look at him. Trevor gave me a half smile. “You certainly do like making a scene, don’t you?” “I’m sorry,” I croaked. He reached over and handed me a cup of water from the bedside table. “Had to expect something like that with the bombshell I dropped on you,” he muttered. “Where are we?” I asked. He looked at me with a sad expression. “You are in a hospital. My first aid knowledge doesn’t quite cover bullet holes.” I gulped. I guess I wasn’t in any condition to run. When they found out about Ted, it’d be really easy to just waltz up and arrest me. Or maybe it would be really easy to suggest he shot me and I killed him in self defense. I breathed out. I had a defense, at
OliverSomeone knocked on my office door. I looked over at the clock on the wall, surprised to see it was already a little after noon. I closed the book, careful to only touch the cloth surrounding it, and shoved it to the side of my desk. “Come in,” I called. The door swung open. Dr. Whitledge bowed his head as he walked in and stood in front of my desk. “Go ahead and sit, Dr. Whitledge.” He sat, still not saying anything. I leaned back in my chair and looked at him. “So,” I said, breaking the silence. “So…” his voice trailed off. “Would you be able to do me a favor?” I asked. He nodded. “Could we do a DNA test on Lya?” I asked. “I have questions about her parentage.” I motioned to the book beside me. “As do I,” he said. “I really thought she must be a part bred that didn’t inherit a wolf, but signs point to otherwise, yes?” I nodded slowly. “She does have a wolf.” “Then why isn’t she healing appropriately?” he asked. “That’s a long story.” I leaned forward, placing
Lia The swarm of visitors was a little overwhelming, even if it stemmed from good intentions. I wondered if my room had been a revolving door of people when I was asleep also. I looked over to the man in the chair by the bed. Mountain man was an accurate description for the pack alpha. Even down to the flannel shirt with rolled up sleeves, Oliver was a lumbersexual’s wet dream. He had messy jet black hair that curled at the ends, and a beard that looked like it had been forgotten about for at least a few days. His dark chocolate eyes never left me. 'We should keep this one around,' the voice purred. I scoffed at her comment. “Is there anything I can do to make staying here a bit more comfortable?” he asked. I shook my head. “Unless there’s a way to blow this popsicle stand before Thursday or Friday,” I said.“What, don't you like hospitals?” he smirked. “Who does?” I snorted. “You know, a good way to avoid them is to not get shot.” He gave me a pointed look, but the smile stil
Oliver Adair growled in protest as we left Lya’s room. 'We need to be with her,' he insisted. 'Adair,' I sighed, 'you know that will just set her off.' 'Her wolf won’t mind.' His tone made it clear he was not willing to negotiate, and it was a feat to maintain control.'But the one running the show will,' I said. My comment made him whimper. He knew I was right. I felt him recede back to the corners of my mind and curl up in a ball. Trevor glanced over at me. “I’m guessing that’s not really the first encounter you expected,” he said. I shrugged. “If you asked me even a week ago, no.” I paused, actually thinking about what transpired. I was hurt by the fact that I was losing out on that one magical, irreplaceable moment when both mates realize at the same time. And it hurt that I would have to hide it from her for who knows how long. I knew those things before walking through the door, though. My grandmother was right - I am more or less trying to court a human. “But given what
Lya It was dark out when I woke up. Lights were off, and moonlight streamed through the window. My arm brace had been taken off, and the bed returned to laying flat. I hadn’t even noticed anyone come in. The room was quiet, save for the beeping of monitors and a soft snore. I looked over, expecting to see Trevor. The form in the chair was decidedly not him. I reached out to the wolf in my head. 'So you couldn’t warn me that some random guy turned up here?''What, am I supposed to be your babysitter or something?' she jeered. 'You’ve already proven you can be a bodyguard, so why not?' I said wryly. 'Oliver and Adair are not a threat.''How do you know?' She didn’t humor me with a response. The person invading my room stirred, slowly opening his eyes. “Hey.” Oliver’s voice was gruff with sleep. “So are all werewolves creepy stalkers?” I asked. “Only sometimes.” The room was too dark to make out his expression, but it sounded like he was smiling. “Well, I don’t need a bab
OliverI woke up still in Lya’s hospital bed. Her head was resting on my shoulder, and she snored softly. I breathed in deep, as if her lilac scent wasn’t overwhelming enough. Her body pressed up to mine was a tantalizing temptation that had me reminding myself we were in a hospital bed, and she was healing, and she didn’t feel the same yet. But mate bonds didn’t seem to care about that. I slowly started to shift off the bed, making sure not to jostle her, but Adair growled. 'We stay,' he insisted. I looked out the window. The sun was up, with the last bits of pinks and oranges burning off. 'People will be by to check on her, and she will wake up at some point.' I really didn’t want to be caught in bed with her. Not yet. 'So? Mate.' 'I know,' I said, 'but she’s not ready.' Adair grumbled as he released the hold paralyzing me. I grabbed my jacket and slipped out the door, quickly closing it behind me. “Still here, Alpha?”I whipped around, coming face to face with Dr. Whitledge.
Lya Rose waltzed through the door of my room. “Good morning, sunshine!” she sang. “Afternoon, really.” I sat up a little. “Hey,” I said, offering a half smile. I looked around, trying to get a gauge for the time. I had woken up a while ago to the sun glaring through the window, alone. I wasn’t surprised Oliver had left. He was the Alpha, after all. I assumed that meant important duties that required round the clock attention. Still, I peaked over her shoulder, hoping to see him. “Just me,” she smiled. “I figured some time away from the boys might be nice. So how’s hospital life?” I groaned. “This is the most uncomfortable bed I have ever slept in.” “I’m sure any bed would be uncomfortable after being in it round the clock for a couple days,” she laughed. “C’mon, let’s get you up.” I had already been encouraged to get up and move a bit a few times in the later part of yesterday and this morning. It was never that far at a time, seeing as my left leg was so torn up, and my c
Oliver'You can come by to pick her up,' Trevor’s voice drifted through the mind link. Adair perked up. 'They’re coming home.' I smiled at the wolf’s excitement. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel the same. 'We can’t overwhelm her here, she’s healing.' I made my way to the Land Cruiser, again thankful the drive was short. Trevor and Rose were wheeling Lya out as we rolled up to the front door. I jumped out and opened the passenger door for her. “FJ60?” Lya asked, her eyes wandering over the car. I smiled and nodded. “You know your cars.” She shrugged. “A thing or two.” She struggled a bit to get herself up into the passenger seat, so, without thinking, I just scooped her up and set her in. She blushed a deep red. “Thanks,” she muttered. Trevor jumped in the back seat. “You coming, Rose?” Rose slid in the back seat. “I’ll take a ride, but I need to head over to the training grounds when we get there.” Lya looked around, taking in everything. We had tried to stick with
To all my faithful readers, Mate bonds, plot holes, and unfinished story lines. Oh my! Thank you all so, so much for your commitment to this story, even when life got in the way and updating was not regular. It was such an adventure to write, and I am excited to say the adventure continues in the sequel, "Chase." Your favorite side characters will be pulled to the forefront as the beginning of the war the hunters alluded to takes hold. Mate bonds aren't what everyone wants, and they can prove to be quite the hinderance - especially when they fail to see that the universe has a bigger plan than just their destined lover. No one likes to admit they can be the difference between life and death, etiher. No one truly loves change, but sometimes it's necessary to chase after it. ********* ********* Time passes, things change, and everyone moves on. It’s easy to feel left behind. I always feel left behind. Left behind and forgotten. All my life, I’ve wanted for someone to reac
Oliver In the couple hours that had passed, the entire crew had filtered onto the patio. Trevor and Brandon had ensured everyone - aside from Allyssa and Maggie - always had a beer in hand. Every one of Lya’s questions got answered, and she had given up trying to pass off her newfound alpha title. Her grand plan that someone should just challenge her and she would just concede before the first punch was thrown was laughed off. It was a well known fact that the alphas who had leadership thrust upon them were the ones who upheld the title the best. Lya reached over, grabbing another beer. “So the Beta I choose - do they have to have Wulver blood?” “No,” Cody said. “In fact, there are only a few families left that have Wulver blood at all. I don’t.” “But,” Gregory added, “the alpha always somehow does. When our previous alpha fell, it was between your father and I who would take up the gamut.” “Why didn’t it go to you?” she asked. Gregory offered a rare smile down at Allyssa, w
Lya Apparently, the pack had a morgue. I shouldn’t have been surprised by this, but I was. Also apparently, the pack had brought all the rogue bodies back, as well as pack members. This didn’t surprise me. Oliver claimed it was because they died fighting with and for a pack, so they should be treated in death as one. “I don’t understand your mentality toward rogues,” I mumbled. Danica had filled me in on the way most packs treated rogues, and with what happened to Oliver’s father, I was genuinely shocked he did not feel the same. “People should be treated as individuals,” he stated, offering no further clarity. Getting to the morgue had taken forever because people kept stopping us to thank me, congratulate me, praise me. And I didn’t deserve any of it.I had been the catalyst. And now I was being rewarded for starting a war. My eyes scanned the room, expressionless eyes staring into the abyss of nothingness that now consumed them. A lump rose in my throat, hating that so
Oliver I ignored Dr. Whitledge’s request to know where his patient was. He was a smart man, he could figure it out. What was the point of sitting and relaxing in a hospital bed when she could easily do the same thing at home? I had no intentions of letting her out of my sight anytime, either. It was a noble effort, but Lya only lasted all of a half hour before she passed out, slumped over on my shoulder. The firepit was still burning, though, and the Woodford was still being passed around. I had watched her closely before she fell asleep. There was a dam that was going to break, and I wanted as much warning as I could get. She was handling things alarmingly well for now - too well. The only person she truly strayed away from talking to was Liam. I had to wonder if she even realized who he was. My eyes danced back and forth between them, picking out their similarities. They had the same wild mess of red curly hair, freckles, and features, the same eyes that seemed to change colors w
Lya Oliver’s lips crushed down on mine, awakening a hunger and need and wholeness I had tried to forget about while I was the hunters’ hostage. The tears pricked my eyes, but he was quick to brush them away. He pulled back, looking down on me. “Why are you crying?” Oliver murmured. “You’re back home now.” I reached up, pulling him back down to me. “I missed you.” “Scoot over?” Oliver asked. I made space quickly, anxious for him to be as close as possible. I quickly found myself tucked under his arm. “Can we go home?” I asked. “Back to the packhouse?” “Tomorrow,” he promised, brushing his lips across my hair. “The doc says you’re healing better with your wolf around.” “Tala only held back like that as a punishment, apparently,” I said, furrowing my brows. My relationship with my wolf had grown immensely, and she had plenty of confessions for me. That was one of them. Oliver placed his thumb on my chin, turning my face toward him. “Don’t ever do that again,” he glowered. “I
Oliver Lya’s own little army sat in the waiting room as she underwent surgery. Everyone seemed to be glaring at someone. Liam and I continued with our silent argument through looks alone, Jade and Jason - Lya’s supposed cousins - were arguing about whose fault it was they hadn’t realized Lya was a wolf, Thom kept his eyes locked on them as he rocked Kai, silently begging them to be quiet, Anna and Trevor were still in a staring contest about his refusal to let her start warrior training, and Cody was curiously enough shooting daggers at Jade. Marjorie was the only one sitting quietly, observing everything. Brandon waltzed back into the room, returning from his mission for “supplies.” “You all need to take a chill pill,” he said, handing everyone a beer. “We are all on the same side here, don’t forget.” I sighed and sat back, cracking my beer. “You’re right.” “I mean really, you can be as angry as you want that Lya accidentally landed herself an alpha gig, but think of why you’re a
Lya Endings are hard. Beginnings, though? Well, beginnings are easy. They sneak up on you, and you find yourself halfway into the storyline before you even realize what the plot is. Truth be told, I couldn’t even tell you when the beginning of this story was. Was it my first shift? The first time I slit my wrist? Maybe when I met Ted Marsan, or killed him. What about when I finally ended up in this pack? I could tell you one thing, though, and that was this was the end. Endings are hard. They always come too soon, leaving plot holes and unanswered questions in their wake. There was so much more to say, to do. My story was ending, and it felt like it had only just begun. Fate is a fickle bitch. I was still resentful it had taken Her this long to let me find my way to this pack. Six weeks just didn’t seem like enough time to be happy. Oh, how I would have changed those six weeks if I had known how quickly this all would end. I had known death was a possibility when I signed up fo
Oliver I saw red. The first I heard from Lya in weeks, and it was a plea for help. I followed my nose, bursting through the door blocking me from her. I couldn’t see her anywhere, but I knew she was here. There were countless other wolves from her birth pack on my tail, and we immediately set to work dispatching the stragglers looking to escape us, dragging most out of cars that refused to start. I finally spotted her, underneath one of the vehicles disabling it. I took half a second to let out a breath of relief and smile. Smart girl. I lost track of her again, though, my focus shifting to keeping others away from her. It wasn’t until I had no one else in my sights and everything had fallen quiet that I heard her voice ringing through the garage, filled with confidence and conviction. “I’m challenging your alpha title.” I spun around, charging for where she was. I wasn’t going to let her risk her life like this. But, I was stopped by Cody and Gregory. 'She initiated the
Lya My mind was made up. I knew exactly what my role in this fight would be. If I had learned anything about my father, it was that he was a coward. He wouldn’t be out on the field participating. Maybe he was who I got my ability to run away from problems from. Even still, though, I was drawn outside. The sight was horrifying, and the smell of war made me gag. Guns rang out, teeth clashed, screams and howls resounded. What my eyes honed in on, though, was none other than Will barreling into my mate. I was careening toward them faster than I could think. If anyone died here, it was supposed to be me. “NO!” I screamed, but the sound was drowned out. Oliver waited too long, giving Will the opportunity to aim his gun. I didn’t have time to shift, but I still had the axe. I flung it with every ounce of strength I had, burying the pick deep in his chest. I was certain the pick side of a fireman’s axe wouldn’t be enough to actually kill him, so I twisted it just for good measure. If