My heart drops into my stomach. Oops. Am I in trouble? What did I do? We didn't ruin anything with the paint.I immediately shake my head at how I am reacting.No this is stupid. I haven't done anything wrong. I'm just overreacting. He has nothing to be upset about.I nod my head and walk past Kyle and Luka to meet Samuel. As soon as I reach him he takes my hand and leads me out the door. He quickly pulls me into his room and shuts the door behind us. He stands in front of me with his arms crossed as if he is waiting for something."Is something wrong?" I ask with the raise of my eyebrow.He simply frowns. It is just amazing to me how hot he looks even when he does that. I just want to reach up and kiss him.He reaches into his pocket and pulls out my phone and hands it to me."Your friend Doreen called you three times in the past thirty minutes. It seems important so I thought you'd like to know. You left your phone by the bed," he answers briskly."Okay," I say, still wondering why
To my dismay, my mom doesn't have much to tell me about Doreen. She says that her mom told her that Doreen left with some guys but that is nothing of value to me. I already know she is mixed up with the wrong people.Mom also tells me that Doreen's mom has not heard from her for a week and there are people out there looking for her.I don't tell mom that Doreen is coming here in case she is hiding out from someone. The less people that know about her the better, I will not risk anything. If she wants anyone to know her whereabouts she will tell them herself. I lay in bed worrying while Samuel sleeps soundly next to me. I am much too scared to sleep. However, after three a.m. exhaustion gets the best of me and I fall helplessly into a deep state of sleep, dreaming once again of Logan and my rejection. The only difference this time is that unlike the other times, it doesn't hurt me and I'm thankful to Samuel for saving me. When morning comes I am alone in bed. The clock reads nine for
"Open the door," Samuel yells. "I think we need to remind the rogue who is in charge again. No one threatens me or my mate."At that point I decide to take my leave. Though Samuel and his wolves have good reason to do what they are doing, I can't bare to watch it. I am not a fan of torture. I need to get away quickly.Samuel doesn't stop me when I leave, to my relief and as I pace from the building I can hear the cries of pain from the rogue in cell three. Five against one, he doesn't stand a chance. Back at the mansion I call my mom. I need to know whether she and my dad are alright. After Noah's threatening question I am more than shaken up about it.She picks up on the third ring."Mom, how are you?" I ask anxiously."I'm fine dear, what the matter?""And dad? How is he?"No doubt my questioning will raise some suspicion."Yes, he fine as well. What is this about? Are you okay?" Worry and is prominent in her voice."I'm fine, but I would be better if you were here. Do you think you
My breath is caught in my throat in surprise. My eyes grow large in size. "They're all after me?""Yes," she nods. "Grog more than anyone."His name sends shivers all over me and I gasp. No it can't be. The rogues are the bad people Doreen got mixed up with. I stand next to her and grab her arm."Was Grog among your kidnappers?""Grog? No, he has a mate; if you could even call her that. Amelia was stolen too. She was taken from her mate and forced to be with him. Her mate died at the hands of Grog.""That's awful. Couldn't she escape with you?" I ask. She shakes her head. "No, there was barely enough time for me to escape and she wouldn't leave without him anyway. The forced bond has made her love him even though she believes what he is doing is wrong.""So she's kind of stuck," I quip."Yes. And I couldn't allow that to happen to me. Thankfully, Noah was captured before he was able to make it back to me and the rogues. Amelia borrowed Grog's phone and was able to send me a text tell
It has been four days after the marking and I am starting to grow hopeful that Alpha Arthur and his mate were wrong about the side effects of it. Yes, there is s some longing between us, but nothing that can warrant me being locked up over, thankfully. Other than Samuel being more Alpha than human, we are fine and I feel confident it will stay that way.I wake up with a smile remembering that Doreen is staying with us now and I can't wait to run next door and see her again. We have a lot of time to make up for. We have never been separated for as long as we have been this time. It is unsettling and I am overjoyed to have her back.I take a shower and get dressed all before ten A.M and I marvel at it, being up before noon, perhaps it is all the excitement of Doreen being here. The news of a new pack member joining us have spread like wildfire since yesterday according to Samuel and the pack is eager to meet with her. Doreen is less enthused though. She is nervous, and is worried that t
My throat constricts and I release the photo letting it fall easily onto the desk. He is there the entire time, just watching me. The thoughts of him being so close to me sends unwelcome shivers up my spine."What do I do?" I ask shakily.Samuel goes round the desk and grasps my shoulders. "We don't do anything. I'll handle it.""Handle it? Handle it how?""Let me worry about that. The less you know the better," he says, hoping to ward me off the subject."You said you wouldn't keep things from me and I'd like to know."He just stares back at me, unmoving and silent.I place my arms on his and walk into them leaving our faces only inches apart. "What are you going to do?Please tell me it's not killing Noah.That will only make things worse. Grog will revenge. He remains unmoved as he speaks. "But this is only the start of my revenge. He threatened you and killed my parents. He has it coming to him."I run my hands through my blonde lengths, letting out a sigh of frustration. He is ac
I wake with a stirring that is very unfamiliar to me. My chest heaves from my heavy breaths and my body is drenched in sweat. I sit up in bed quickly, trying to regain my breath.The room is dark, but with my werewolf sight I am still able to see somewhat. I reach for the lamp on the nightstand and switch it on. With my arm I wipe away the residue that has formed on my head and look at the body rising and falling soundly beside me. Samuel seems to be completely at rest while my mind is still reeling from my dream.It is so vivid i can recall every touch and tingle on my body. His hot breath on my skin, the little love bites. My thoughts hit me like a ton of bricks.Even in my just awoken state I still yearn for him.I begin to panic. I know I need to get away from him before something really bad happens that I can never take back. I am mentally not ready to mate him but my body is saying something completely different. I am in turmoil with myself.I force myself to the bathroom, fight
I gasp and sit up in bed abruptly. My chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, my body drenched in sweat. I feel strange and different somehow.I shift in my mates arms around my waist and face him when everything that happened between us comes rushing back to me. A startled cry escapes my lips. Samuel is quickly awoken. His eyes reflect panic."What's wrong?" he asks."Y-you...I...we..." I try to find my words, but fail miserably. Everything is one big jumble in my head and I can't sort it all out.He sighs in relief when he realizes I am physically okay. However, emotionally, I don't even know the answer to that."Yes. We did," he says, answering my unasked question. "We're fully mated now."The pride in his tone doesn't go unnoticed. While he is sure about how he feels about our mating I am still conflicted. I want to be angry at myself for yielding unto him so easily and at him for reasons unknown yet, but I can't. It is almost as if my mind and body refuse to be angry at him or
LOGANI am badly wounded. The pursuit after Grace and that traitor Dylan has ended in disaster. I have witnessed as Grog himself died and most of our fighters. Then it has dawned on me that I shouldn't die. I should run. When the fighting gets fierce I flee from the battleground and run, or rather drag myself to the bushes. I can still see from a distance as Grog's fighters are annihilated. I have realized that I have been in the wrong for a very long time. I have done many wrong moves and maybe I am the cause of the death of all these courageous wolves. Maybe if it wasn't for my poor decisions I would still be Alpha at our pack. Why did I take Josephine from her mate? Why did I reject my own mate Grace? And after the rejection, why did I insist on having her back when I knew only too well that she was mated to another Alpha? Why did I even join Grog, knowing that he was a leader of a rogue pack?These are the millions of questions that flood my mind as I lay in pain in the woods. Th
LOGAN “I knew from the very beginning that Dylan was a turncoat. Something kept telling me to kill him, but then I was hesitant." Grog says, seething with rage. He's angry with himself after we have established that Grace and Dylan are missing.I started having bad feelings when we waited for a very long time for Grace and she failed to show up. I started thinking, what if she doesn't come at all? What if she escapes? Right then Amelia came running to where Grog and I were seated, waiting for Grace so that the mating ceremony could start. Seeing her send shivers down my spine.“My goodness, she's gone." I whispered to myself. Amelia looked at me with eyes full of remorse, before whispering something to Grog's ears. The ever composed Grog listened carefully then dismissed Amelia and continued looking forward. I wanted to ask him what was happening when he looked at me and beckoned that I should follow him and now we are in his office. He's uncontrollable.“We need to pursue them, but n
"Take this," Dylan says, handing me the additional blanket from his bag.I shake my head. "No it's alright. This one is enough."Elsa is next to us against the rocky outcrop already fast asleep. She is exhausted, I can tell by the look on her face as she sleeps. She hasn't spoken much our entire journey either. What we have put her through has to be a lot to process. Even though we have saved her from Grog's pack, Dylan and I both know that if they ever catch up with us we will all be dead."You sure?" Dylan asks with his arm still outstretched with the blanket."I'm sure. It's not that cold out here." I shift my blanket over my legs and arms. It is a good thing the weather is not problematic because even if it were any cooler, we can't light a fire. It will draw too much attention to us. There is nothing that sticks out more than a fire blazing in the darkness of the night. Elsa had consumed two apples and a granola bar right before she crashed and Dylan and I each had one granola ba
“I'll give you thirty minutes, even longer if I can and then I'll run out there and tell them you're gone. Put as much time between us and yourselves as possible," Amelia says. "Take care. I hope for a safe journey for all of you."Then she steps up to me and very quickly gives me hug and then releases me. "It's been nice knowing you, Grace.Tell Doreen I miss her and I'm glad she made it." She looks towards the door then back to us. "Now go. There is no time to spare."I don't need any more warning to that. I am more than eager to get out of here. I am the last one through the door and I stop just a moment to glance back at Amelia. I see then that the goodbye has been harder for her than she let us see. Tears are pooled in her eyes."Take care of yourself, Amelia. Thank you for your help. None of this would be possible without you."She laughs a little through stray tears. "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm still ratting you guys out." Because you have to, I want to say. Bu
I gasp and clutch the letter to my chest. It has been so long since I heard his voice in my head and it nearly shatters me. My legs feel like jelly and my chest aches with the gap that was left by him leaving. I haven't allowed myself to think about Samuel very much, afraid of what it might do to me if I let my thoughts linger there too long. I know I would fall apart. But now...now I can't help it. I have to think of him. His letter. His words. His hands have touched the very same paper as mine did. I briefly wonder if I might catch a scent of him on it if I try hard enough to find it."Grace," Dylan says softly.He brings me out of my stupor. I look at him. I haven't realized there are tears in my eyes until he reaches out and touches them with the back of his hand. He briefly wipes them away only for them to be replaced by more cascading down my cheeks."Talk," I say. "You told me you would. I want answers." I wipe the tears away viciously with the letter gripped tight in my hand.
I quickly bolt upright and stand in front of the two men in sheer panic. "But-but it's so soon. I haven't had time to prepare. And I'm not feeling well. Shouldn't we wait? Logan said we could wait until I was feeling better.""Unfortunately we don't have that kind of time," Grog says as Logan stands up in front of me. "We're making a move on a pack in two days and we have to know that you will be loyal to us and your mate during the raid." He looks at Logan who nods his head in agreement.Oh, goodness, I felt myself unable to breathe and light headedness slowly started to creep over me like a nightmare. I can hardly believe what is happening. I need more time. I had counted on having more time. How can I possibly escape now? If I were to mate Logan I won't even want to leave here anymore. I'd want to stay here with him and stand by his side as he and his brothers born of evil bring the world of wolves down on its knees.I suck a sharp breath of air in horror. Nothing and no one can co
The wind blows through my loose, blond strands, making my hair whip around me like a silk blanket offering it's smooth comfort.Dylan, the man standing just a short distance from me watches me carefully, waiting for me to run at him, attack him, try to make him pay for what I deem as traitorous behavior, but I make no such move. I only stare at him with open and unashamed contempt.He can't hide the hurt my bitterness and scorn bring him, and for a moment I think he is the old Dylan, not the Dylan who turned on his pack and brought Noah out of there."I have to talk to you," he says. "You have to know the truth."He walks toward me, slowly, carefully, like I was a wild animal that would attack him given the wrong move. "Grace, listen to me. I know you probably have tons of questions for me right now and I promise to answer them all, just let me explain-"With loud smack against the his left cheek, his eyes widen in surprise at the girl who has slapped him. There is already a red mark
I am nauseous again. I want to shake my head and declare it is much too early to have such a weighing conversation, but I doubt it will get me anywhere. He is determined to talk this out."It should have happened last night, but since you weren't feeling well I didn't feel it was the right time. As soon as you're better it should happen," he continues.I have a strong feeling I will be sick for a long, long time.But then he will become suspicious.Alright, then I'll leave today. I'll do it. I'll have to. Amelia helped Doreen once. Maybe she can help me now that I'm out of the cells. I know the layout of the land and the shift changes of the borders. If only I can get away from Logan and everyone else for a few minutes I could escape this hell. He sits down on the bed in front of me and cups my jaw with his hand. He has genuine concern written on his face. "You look pale. You need to eat."I need to throw up.He must have seen the look on my face because he jumps up and moves out of m
I look around the large room at what little stuff I have acquired since my stay with the Grog's Pack and sigh. Now it is all mingled in with Logan's stuff. Our clothes hung together in the nearby closet. My books next to his on the nightstand and in shelves. And I'm sure if I bring myself to investigate it, I'll find both of our toothbrushes together in the bathroom.I immediately take a strong dislike to the room. This isn't my room and it never will be. This room is a lie, filled with promises of an ordinary life of an ordinary couple. Logan and I not an ordinary couple at least not in my eyes.I suspect though, that in Logan's eyes,, we are a couple.Though I knew this day would eventually come, where I'd have to share the same room and bed with him, nothing had ever really prepared me for it. I don't love him the way he wants and it makes me feel wrong. I can lie with him knowing I am carrying the unborn child of the man I love inside me.I have to fight back another wave of nause