15 years since Violet was born. Penelope The years have been good to us. I have seen so much of the world and felt more free than I ever could've imagined. It's just the three of us, we never had another kid. We talked about it... more than once, but ultimately we were fearful of how it could affect our safety. Nothing was worth the chance of putting Violet in even more danger than she already is. I lie in bed with Donovan snuggled up beside me. Uneasiness churns in my stomach and I know that something is going on that we don't know yet. Call it my 6th sense or mother's intuition, I just know something's off. Donovan kisses my head and mumbles, "Turn off your thoughts, Pen. Everything is fine."I let out a breath, hoping that he's right. He pushes himself up and looks me in the eye as he asks, "We're fine, we're safe, we'll be at Cora's in the morning."We haven't seen Cora for over 6 months now. We've been in Asia for the last half of the year and although we have enjoyed our tra
Penelope "And next up we have-!" Every time the door opens for someone else to get in line, I can hear the loud voice of the announcer. My hands shake in nervousness knowing what's going on just outside of my dressing room. I take a deep breath as I try to let go of my nerves and I look in the mirror at the reflection of my stylist as she does my hair. She puts it in perfect curls framing my face. She tells me, “Penelope, there’s no reason for you to worry. Look at you! Trust me, you’re going to have a great life. The Academy has trained you to be prepared for this.” She’s right, they have trained me for this. My whole life I’ve lived at a supernatural boarding school, and they have told me that with my natural beauty, I’m sure to become a star after graduation. I look in the mirror and stare at my reflection. My teachers often compared me to Snow White. I have a creamy white complexion with no blemishes, my eyes were a bright blue, my nose wasn’t too big or too small, and my lip
Penelope The man took me back to a room where several girls were getting their outfits changed. Most of the girls are crying, some seem fearful, only a couple seem happy. I want to cry, but I don’t. It would ruin the perfect image that I’m supposed to have. I'm scared to mess up right now. I don't know who I just got sold to, and that announcer seemed angry with me when I tried to say that they might have the wrong girl. It's weird, I've never been scared of the Academy before, but today, I'm downright terrified. I get put on a small podium and different women rush over to me with different outfit options. But they aren’t asking for my opinion. They just speak to each other in a language I don’t know, as they decide what they think is best for me. They have me wear this silver one piece that reminds me of a swimsuit, but it is not made from swimsuit material. It is sheer and leaves nothing to the imagination. I look at myself in the mirror with wide eyes as I realize you can even
Penelope I sat uncomfortably and stared at my feet while I waited for Mr. Black. It was uncomfortable listening to the woman cry out, sometimes in ecstasy and sometimes in pain. The dirty things the men said to them were disturbing and I swear, the sound of balls slapping against skin is forever engrained in my head. It took a while before Mr. Black walked back in and when he did, his eyes roamed over me as he called my name, “Ms. Fox.”I walk to him, and he takes my arm and leads me out of the room and brings me into an office room where another well-dressed man sits. The man had sandy brown hair that looked disheveled like he had run his hand through it a thousand times, his dark eyes looked tired, and he didn't even really look at me. Instead, he glances towards Mr. Black and Mr. Black huffs and says, “Penelope, this is Beta Stevens. He proposed an interesting idea and is going to take care of you from here on out.”My eyebrows furrowed, and Beta Stevens stands up and nods his hea
Donovan The pack house is quiet today. This only happens once a year, so I've learned to enjoy the day of peace I get. My Beta and Gamma went out to the auction today. The auction happens every year with werewolves from the Supernatural Academy. The whole academy is made up of children who were orphans, were sold to the academy, or if their parents owed the academy a debt and took too long to repay it. I used to go to the auction, but after a while I felt like it was downright depressing. Most of the supernatural creatures being sold are 17-18 years old, some of them haven’t even shifted for the first time. Most of them get sold during their first auction, but occasionally there will be some 20-year-olds in the mix that have never been chosen and at that point their value is insanely low. My Gamma, Xavier Black, enjoys going there so that he can find some new playthings. He likes to try his girls out first before putting them in the strip club that he owns. Although, I suspect th
Penelope The day is awkward and uncomfortable.Alpha Stone hasn't paid too much attention to me since earlier when I made my first attempt at seducing him. My cheeks still redden in embarrassment over the whole situation. When the Alpha was done with his workday, he led me to a bedroom that he said would be mine. I thanked him before I walked in there and took a deep breath. The day has been exhausting and unnerving. I lie down on the bed and take a deep breath, enjoying the moment I finally get to have to myself. But I don’t even have time to exhale before there’s a knock on my door. I try not to groan as I force myself off the bed and drag my feet to the door and open it. I jump back, startled, as I see Mr. Black leaning against the door frame with a small smirk on his lips. I didn't realize Mr. Black would be back so soon and I'm surprised I never heard him or the other girls come to the pack house. He walks into my room like he owned it as he said, “Well, well, Ms. Penelope.
Donovan It's hard to sleep when I know that my mate is in the same house as me and I feel like she is off limits. She's not. If I really wanted her, I could have her, but... she's my kryptonite and I have to keep her at arms length. Since I couldn't sleep I decided to go ahead and start my morning early. I get my mug of black coffee and walk back to the office so I can look through the files about our newcomers on my desk. Beta Stevens always does a great job when picking out new warriors and from the files I’m seeing, he’s done a great job again. These are all strong and talented men that are sure to fit in well with our current team and do well with our rigorous training. The girls that Gamma Black bought are… well… nothing special. It’s his typical purchase. Girls that are low ranked but have beautiful bodies and know how to use them and have been taught how to be perfect with seduction. The only surprise purchase was… Penelope Fox. Penelope was definitely stunning, but it’s
Penelope It’s been a week since I came to the Moon Stone Pack. All day, every day, I spend my time with Alpha Stone in his office. He’s easy to talk to and nice to look at. But I’m not sure how he feels about me. He never makes a move to touch me, and he seems like he’s just being polite. The way he acts makes me nervous. I can't tell if he's enjoying my presence or not and I'm scared that one day he'll decide he doesn't want me around anymore. If I’m ever by myself, Gamma Black seems to always be there. He winks at me and tells me how he can’t wait for me to be his again. His confidence scares me. Why is he so certain that the Alpha won’t want to keep me around? How many girls have tried and failed at winning the Alpha’s affections? How long do girls normally stay with him? Am I doing better or worse than the ones that came before me? Beta Stevens is quiet whenever he sees me and the Alpha together. His eyes always flicker between the two of us, like he’s trying to examine our in
15 years since Violet was born. Penelope The years have been good to us. I have seen so much of the world and felt more free than I ever could've imagined. It's just the three of us, we never had another kid. We talked about it... more than once, but ultimately we were fearful of how it could affect our safety. Nothing was worth the chance of putting Violet in even more danger than she already is. I lie in bed with Donovan snuggled up beside me. Uneasiness churns in my stomach and I know that something is going on that we don't know yet. Call it my 6th sense or mother's intuition, I just know something's off. Donovan kisses my head and mumbles, "Turn off your thoughts, Pen. Everything is fine."I let out a breath, hoping that he's right. He pushes himself up and looks me in the eye as he asks, "We're fine, we're safe, we'll be at Cora's in the morning."We haven't seen Cora for over 6 months now. We've been in Asia for the last half of the year and although we have enjoyed our tra
Five years later.PenelopeI sit across from Amelia at the table as we each sip on our coffee and watch our girls play together. A few months after I had Violet, Amelia had a little girl that they named Magnolia. It's fun watching our daughters play together, but the interesting thing is how similar they look to me and Amelia.Violet looks almost exactly like me except that her hair was curly like her dad's and her blue eyes had a green circle around the pupil. Magnolia looks just like Amelia, with her blonde hair and jade green eyes. The two of them together like this makes me wonder how mine and Amelia's childhood could've been different if our mom hadn't put me in the Academy and if our dad hadn't been a monster.Amelia brings the cup to her lips before setting it down and asking, "So, where are you headed this time?"Donovan, Violet, and I are constantly moving around. The longest we stay at a place is 1 month before we're going somewhere new. Traveling has become one of my favori
PenelopeI hate waiting. I know that Cora and Donovan are both safe and they are working out a way to get him home, but it’s hard not to feel anxious about the entire thing. It’s been five days. It’s weird getting used to taking care of a newborn and going through this healing process on my own. But because I’m a werewolf, I heal faster than a human would, so I mean, that’s a good thing.It’s harder getting used to take care of a baby. I’ve never been around them much so tending to all of her needs all of the time is very taxing, physically, mentally, and emotionally! Add in all of the drama with Donovan and it’s surprising I haven’t had a complete mental break down from all of the stress.I breathe out as I cook dinner, eager to hear if there was any progress today. I need them back home… it’s hard not to feel depressed when all I have is myself and my racing thoughts.There’s a loud bang and for a moment, I freeze. Is someone breaking in?I think of the fastest way to get to Violet
PenelopeDonovan’s okay? He’s okay!The smile on my face hurts my cheeks, but I don’t care because I could cry from relief. He’s okay. I can’t believe he’s okay and away from Xavier.But then Cora pops my bubble as she says, “You have to stay here, Penelope.”My eyebrows knit together as I question, “What are you talking about? I need to go see him. He’s my mate.”“I know that and trust me, Penelope, he wants to see you and Violet more than anything else in this world, but you won’t be going to see him right now.”I cross my arms defiantly as I ask, “And why not?”She breathes out, exasperated with my attitude, before saying, “Because I’m trying to keep you safe and Donovan specifically requested for you not to come.”Her words hurt and I can’t help the pain I felt in my heart from hearing that my mate didn’t want me. Instantly, Cora’s eyes soften and she says, “I didn’t mean it like that, Penelope. Xavier let Donovan go. Donovan knows he must have a tracker on him or something! Why el
DonovanHatred fuels my blood.Anger fills my mind.All I can think of is how to get out of here and end Xavier's life.I don’t know how long I’ve been here. Xavier is strong, and he is growing more powerful. He brought me back to the Moon Stone pack lands and I know now that he plans to rebuild here and to become an Alpha. But right now, there are days that go by that no one is coming to check on me. I’m learning their patterns and when they’re vulnerable. I need to get home and I would do anything to make sure that I can escape Xavier’s clutches.When I leave here, I can’t go straight to Cora’s, even though I want to see Penelope more than anything in the world. No, I need to go somewhere else. Perhaps to the Renegade Pack. I need to make sure that there is no tracker on me so that I don’t put Penelope and our daughter in danger.I think one of the big reasons that Xavier isn’t worried about me being watched at all times is because he already has a plan in motion. He knows that I wo
PenelopeIt’s been two weeks since Cora came home and Donovan never returned. Life feels like it has lost all meaning without Donovan around.I feel like my baby bump doubled and size and like Violet is moving around more. I think that she’s antsy because she knows that her daddy isn’t home. Or maybe I’m crazy and this is normal for this point in a pregnancy.Cora caters to me constantly. Honestly, she’s going a bit overboard and I’ve tried to get her to settle down, but I think that the guilt is eating her alive and she’s doing the best that she can to get through everything. I still have roughly a month left to get through this pregnancy. That means that Donovan has no help coming for him for over a month. He’ll have to figure out how to escape alone or he’ll have to hold on until I get there.Cora sets a cup of tea down beside me, and she watches me. I can feel her eyes on me and she sighs, “He wouldn’t want you to come after him.’I bite my tongue so hard that tears prickle in my
DonovanMy ears ring from the sound of the cars crashing together. As our car spins out, Cora wakes up and screams. I grit my teeth together as I try to figure out what just happened. Before even getting out of the car to investigate, I know in my gut that this crash was intentional.My wolf is on high alert, knowing that the threat is somewhere we can't see. I huff as I turn to look at Cora and say, “When I get out of the car, I want you to drive off. Head home as fast as you can and make sure no one is following you.”She looks disoriented, but she nods her head and says, “Okay.”I breathe out, trying to steady myself before getting out where I know for a fact that I will be attacked. I open the door and as the dust from the wreck clears; I watch as I see Xavier appear across from me. He stands tall with his arms crossed as he smirks at me. I shut the door behind me and turn my head to the side as I say to Cora, “Go! And keep her safe.”To my relief, Cora doesn’t hesitate to drive of
PenelopeI didn't realize how incredibly boring it would be to be completely by myself. There’s nothing to do. I’ve already cleaned everything, I’ve tended to the garden, I’ve cooked dinner, I’ve scoured the internet for ideas for Violet’s nursery, and now I’m just sitting on the couch, bored.I tried to read a book but I find myself unable to focus. My wolf feels anxious, which is an odd behavior for her. I would let her go out for a run, but I’m pretty sure Donovan would have my head if he knew I went running without him to protect me.I breathe out as I lay my head back. I wish he would call me or mind link me. I would try to link him, but I don’t want to distract him in case he is in danger. Eventually… I fall asleep. I don’t know how long I’ve been asleep, but when I wake up, it’s from the back door slamming shut. I jump and I’m wide awake and ready to attack until I hear Cora’s voice yell, “Penelope! Are you okay?”I rush towards her and I say, “I’m fine.” I notice a cut on her
DonovanIt was only a one-day trip to get to the White Fang Pack. Cora and I sit on the outskirts of it and observe to see how hard it would be to break inside. The patrol here sucks. They’re slow, they talk a lot, they are never quiet enough to listen to their surroundings to see if a threat could be present, and they leave their post without waiting for someone to take their place. It’s like they’re begging for someone to attack their pack and take advantage of their vulnerabilities.I grind my teeth in frustration. If my pack was like this, then I could understand how we were overthrown. My pack was ready. We just couldn’t handle how powerful the threat was. But this pack… I feel like I could overthrow them by myself. I wouldn’t. That’s not the kind of man I am and I don’t want to draw attention to myself. I know that Xavier is still out looking for me and because of that, I need to stay down low as long as possible. Cora asks, “What do you think?”“I think I could easily get you