I hope you enjoyed their first steamy scene! ð One day I will learn to fit a sex scene in to one chapter... but today is not that day. However, it thankfully isnât as long as Flic and Damonsâ scenes! The next chapter will be from Michael's POV... any theories? ;) If youâre liking the story, please consider leaving a thumbs-up, comment or rating! ð
Michael POV - There werenât many places around the Silver Moon pack where Michael felt comfortable. He was used to always having his guard up, waiting for the next breach or bad news to befall his pack, but on a territory where everyone considered him an enemy, he had never felt so many eyes on him. He constantly had to be careful to not say or do the wrong thing. There were only two times he relaxed, as much as an Alpha could in anotherâs pack; when night fell and when he was alone with Madeline. He had been gifted the peace of her company for a few hours that evening, but once they left his room, the guarded awareness he always held returned. He couldnât find the comfort of her touch or even walk beside her as they headed to the grand hall for dinner. The boundaries they had managed to crumble over the past few weeks had to be replaced with false walls. It would create problems for her if the pack suspected she had softened towards him. Michael didnât mind the ruse. He wa
Trying to sleep was a bitch, getting dressed was a bitch, getting washed was a bitch, but the worst part was pretending her arm wasnât on fire every time someone clapped her on the shoulder. It was their way to congratulate her on getting through to the next trial, but each one sent a sharp jolt of pain down her arm. Her shoulder had moved into the stiff phase of healing so, of course, it was her luck to be at the brunt end of her pack mate's praises. For the first time, she didnât appreciate the comradery her fellow Silver Moon wolves had. Aside from an awful sleep, she felt good. Her shoulder was slowly healing, she had made it to the next trial of the Alpha Games, and nothing could take the skip out of her step after her time with Michael last night. It had been incredible, far more than she had ever imagined and her skin still tingled with the memory of his touch. It was an effort to stay in bed all night, wishing he was beside her, though he was only a couple of floors away. In
âMadeline.â Her father spoke without lifting his head from his work as she walked into his office. There was an unusual chill to the room that sent a shudder down her spine. Maddie peered around but there was nothing noticeably different. The bookcases appeared untouched, as did her motherâs desk on the far side of the office, and, as usual, her father was behind his desk, with a stack of papers before him. Maybe it was just apprehension making itself known as she stood before the Alpha, her mind a mess of thoughts wondering what words would make him listen. âDid you visit my office after the trial?â He asked. That wasnât a question Maddie expected and she frowned. âNo. Jess helped me to my room where I passed out for the rest of the day. Why?â âIt smelled heavily of the sea after the trial.â âYou think someone covered their scent then came in? Was anything missing?â She peered around again, catching sight of the valuable items that hadnât disappeared. âNo. Nothing obvi
There was less fanfare at the start of the Strategy trial compared to the previous Games. Maddie didnât know if it was because the Alpha had advised the Silver Moon wolves to be wary of the battle ahead, making them stay inside, or if the urgency to push the trials on was making them lose their prestige, but it made the whole event feel lacklustre. So far, since the trial started, Maddie had only spoken to Jess and one other wolf, and that was to secure her base for the game. Joe was happy to let her use his bar, though he had the condition that sheâd have to pay for any damages. The building was made to handle drunk wolves, so she was confident in its structure, and if anyone came to take her flag, sheâd take the fight outside. It wouldnât get to that though, not with the plan they had. Her and Jess sat around their usual table, the flag they had to protect sitting between them. Though she kept her ears pricked for any sign of another wolf approaching, after an hour of silence, her
Michael POV - âIt wasnât funny.â Michael grunted. His arms were folded tight across his chest, eyes glaring into Erik, but the Mountain Forest warrior was too used to his attempts to intimidate and brushed it off. âIt was kinda funny.â He snorted, then pitched his voice higher. âI know you donât know each other, but we all have a common enemy.â He laughed again. âWhat were the chances? If I didnât know any better, Iâd think the pair of you were in cahoots.â It was the first time since the trial was announced that him and Erik had been alone, and the first thing his friend had done was laugh it up about their situation. Michael didnât see the funny side. He just saw another way Maddie was going to get hurt when she realised the truth. Whether it was ignorance or a coping mechanism, Erik didnât have the same concern about Jess finding out. They were about an hour into the strategy trial, and already Michael was losing his patience. As an extra defensive step, him and Erik had shift
Maddie raced ahead of Erik and Jess as she returned to the centre of the Silver Moon territory where the trial had started and now concluded. She held her flag safe and tight in her hand, wondering who was out of the game. If they had followed the plan, then Danielâs flag wouldâve been taken, but Michael said the plan had changed without giving Erik a reason why. Had he been attacked? Or maybe he had decided to attack Lewis? Maddie didnât know and that uncertainty crawled over her skin, making her pick up the pace. She tried to mindlink Lewis but he pushed away the connection, making her unease grow. Three wolves were already waiting as she ran up to meet them; Michael, Lewis and Ryan. What was he doing with them? Daniel had chosen Mark to be his supporting wolf. She cast him a frown, unnerved when he smiled back, and headed over to Michael. When he turned to greet her, a rush of breath passed her lips at the sight of the flag in his hand. He had made it. Then, she turned to Lewis, t
The mirror showed her all the bruising over her shoulder. It was a mottled pattern of purples and green, unsightly for any party let alone a ball when she was one of the three wolves being honoured. At the centre of it all was the jagged scar that curved over the arch of her shoulder and disappeared behind her. Maddie eyed itand rolled the joint, testing its movement. The pain was almost gone, leaving her with a simple stiffness that she would gladly put up with. &nb
Michael POV - It was difficult to remain still under so many disapproving glares. He had faced down masses of rouges attacking his home without hesitation and yet the formalities of the ball were a different challenge altogether. It soured his good mood, but he tried to not let it show on his face despite the unfiltered horror being thrown his way. Michael was surprised that so many of the wolves passing into the grand hall recognised him. Of course, the Silver Moon wolves were aware of him, but the guests who had been invited to celebrate the final three contestants and watch the finals wouldnât have seen him since he was a pup, if at all. He had changed a lot since then. He supposed word of his entry into the Games had spread, and his dark features and large form made identifying him quite easy. He smiled, though it only felt genuine when he saw his friends in the crowd. Representative of Mountain Forest had come at Erikâs invitation. Some would stay while others would likely
Inga POV - There had been few moments in Ingaâs life when she had stopped to simply observe the world around her. There had always been something she needed to do, every single action having a purpose towards her goal to liberate Grey Stone of their leadership and break free from Red Dawn. Each step forward she had carried that responsibility, that burden, but it was finally gone. Eleanor was dead, Autumn was the Grey Stone Alpha, and she was no longer a Beta. Well, she was in name, but she was free of the roleâs duties during her and Connorâs break. The moment she had recovered from the war, Silver Night had been their first stop to confirm their decision with Alpha Michael, and then they were off. Connor didnât waste any time taking her away from everything, carving out a small piece of the kingdom just for them. He took her to the one place he knew better than anywhere, a place where they could be alone. Dark Night was beautiful in a tragic way. The years of battle had scarred t
Nala POV - âDo you give up?â Nala growled in Autumnâs ear, nipping the soft flesh beneath it. Her mate squealed and wiggled beneath her. Nala smiled as she managed to squirm her legs free and wrapped them around her waist, giving her the purchase to roll them over. She couldâve stopped it, but why would she when it gave her such a great view. Autumn sat astride her waist, pinning her arms to her side with her thighs, a victorious grin on her perfect mouth. Her chest heaved with each pant, and she watched a bead of sweat fall from her chin and slide into her cleavage. Nala's tongue flicked across her lips, a pang of heat swelling in her core. âHa!â The Alpha shouted, letting her head fall back, her red hair falling around her in wave after wave of beautiful curls. Nalaâs fingers twitched at the memory of their softness. âI did it. I finally pinned you.â She laughed, the sound spreading across the empty training field. Nala took the opportunity to look over her mateâs form, gr
Michael POV - âThat couldâve been us.â Nala snorted, elbowing him in the gut with a force that almost winded him. It was almost horrifying to picture being mated to his friend. He thought as much as he rubbed his side, already feeling a bruise forming, but didn't get a chance to respond as she turned back to Alpha Autumn. The Grey Stone wolf leaned in to hear Nala's whispers and immediately bloomed a stark red. She fumbled for something to say and ended up thrusting their pup into the warrior's arms instead. Nala lifted the pup to her shoulders, letting him wave widely at the couple on the stage, though it didn't stop her from leaving a hand on Autumn's thigh.Michael chuckled. It was a good thing she had vehemently denied becoming his mate to broker a stronger alliance between their packs. He shuddered to consider it now, but it was easier to laugh about it when they both sat beside their mates, watching the rightful leaders of the pack take their positions.âMountain Forest, I giv
Inga POV - When one closes their eyes for what they think will be the last time, itâs odd when they open them again. Though everything was blurry and bright, Inga was sure it wasnât a dream or her imagination playing tricks on her. The pain lancing through her skull could attest for that. Sound came first. The rustling of material beside her, followed by a few sharp shouts that were blaringly loud, as if right beside her ear, but far too muffled for any word to be clear. Her frustration bubbled like hot water beneath her skin, her drive to understand what was going on far greater than her submission to the pain or fatigue trying to pull her back into slumber. She blinked open her eyelids, wincing through the blur of colours that moulded into oddly shaped blobs. One particular blob leaned in close, too close, and her body reacted on its own. Her arm jerked up; her fist semi clenched as her muscles ignored her instincts. She punched the blob, or more like tapped it with her fis
Inga POV - It may have only been two stories, but after the day she had had, the week, hitting the ground felt like hitting a wall that punched the words of giving up to her tongue. Inga swallowed them, her mouth dry, clawing to hold onto her surrender. Every inch of her ached. The impact jarred through her body, making her head ring and her vision dizzy. At least she had managed to push Luna Eleanor off her while they fell. Inga didnât want to think about the additional pain sheâd be in if that bitch had landed on her. If luck was with her, hopefully the Luna had fallen on her face or, better yet, a knife. The night sky was a blanket of black spread out above her, dotted with stars, like glitter threaded into a plush blanket. She was so tired that the paved road at her back felt comfier than her bed back at Grey Stone. Just thinking of that bed made her remember her last night in it, cuddled at Connorâs side, in disbelief and awe that he was there. He made her feel safe, he made h
Inga POV - Inga didnât so much as flinch when the door cracked hard enough against the wall that it dented the plaster. She didnât blink when six wolves barrelled inside. She didnât hesitate as one of the warriors felt gutsy and charged her before the others. She didnât give him the chance to attack. He had asked for her attention; he had unknowingly drawn the short straw. She lunged. Her body protested as she forced it to shift, but it obeyed. The glare she pinned to the wolf as she moved towards him, made him freeze with the instinct of prey already caught by the predator. It was his lack of discipline to refine his reflexes that was his downfall. The warrior didnât so much as jerk as her jaws latched onto his arm, her canines digging deep into his flesh. The familiar warm, metallic, taste of blood pooled on her tongue, a wave of feral victory washing through her. With no time to bask in its glow, she twisted her head until she heard the bone snap, before letting the wolf go and re
Inga POV - âOkay. Just stand back, thereâs wounded in here.â Lewis raised his voice through the door, then waited, listening for the slow shuffle of feet. Inga listened too, trying to catch any small whispers of deceit among the crowd of Red Dawn warriors waiting for them. âWeâre coming out.â The trio shared one final nod, before the Beta twisted the handle and the door swung open. Her stomach was in knots looking out at the wolves watching them, waiting, their eyes predatory. There were at least six; enough to block the corridor that stretched directly from the door towards the stairs, but Inga was certain there were others. She spotted the Red Dawn Alpha and Daniel standing behind their warriors, the leadership safe except for Luna Eleanor. She had the balls to stand at the front. Inga didnât have to fake the way her face paled as she locked gazes with the Luna. The gleam in her eyes was malicious, her lips lifting as she took in Ingaâs hunched form, leaning so far onto Jami
Inga POV - Clawing at Lewisâ arms did nothing. The man was pure muscle and resilience, ignoring her cries for Connor, ignoring her curses, ignoring her pleas for him to stop. Against the Red Dawn warriors, she doubted sheâd be much good anyway. Her body felt heavy, like her veins were filled with lead, every muscle protesting her orders. She couldnât even lift the arm where Luna Eleanor had stabbed her. Even wiggling her fingers sent shooting pains all through her body. Inga had been stabbed before, most warriors had, but it felt different. Her energy, her strength, was sapped. It was like the blade was draining her. However, none of that mattered. Connor was her mate; she couldnât leave him behind to face all those warriors alone. She had to try and help him. Again, Inga pounded on Lewisâ chest, each impact jarring her, but none of them made the Silver Night warrior even flinch. It was like she was a fly bumping against a window, the force hurting her and not even smearing his s
Connor POV - He was sure his heart stopped, freezing time for the span of a breath, as Inga tipped on the stairs. Her body shifted backward, falling with only the hard stairs to catch her. The silver blade in her shoulder caught the light as she became airborne. Its flash shot through Connorâs mind, jerking him back to his body, forcing a fresh dose of adrenaline through his system. He charged forward, reaching with desperate hands to catch her, to soften her fall, to protect her. He wasnât sure if it was a miracle, or a divine gift from the Moon Goddess, but the moment he felt her back push against his fingertips, the panic eased, relief chased it away. He was allowed a breath, but the brief moment of calm was crushed as Inga crashed into him. Connor was off balance. His only goal had been to soften her fall, but he didnât have time to catch her. Her weight pushed him back, forcing him to join her fall, but he wrapped his arms tight around her, curling into her, protecting he