Seeing Jackson walk through the door was a huge relief. I had been unable to respond to his mindlinks as I did all I could to try to restart Ariella’s heart, I hoped so much to be able to bring her back to us, but she was gone, I was certain of that. Her body colder than anything I had ever felt. The same as Lily’s when I said goodbye… a coldness nobody should have to witness. The worst feeling in the world. And looking at her, I don’t know how long she had been gone… “She’s gone Jax.” I whisper to him, as I see the shock at the sight he finds in front of him. It had broken me finding her, so I can only imagine what he must be feeling. “Gone. I was too late to help her.” I can see Jackson’s eyes darting over us, his face full of so many emotions. I see a lone tear falling down his face. I know, despite the things he would say about her, he had affection for the old woman. She had been around a lot when he was growing up. A confidant of his Dad, and so many others wit
I stand with my mates. Well, most of my mates. I can feel their pain through our bond, and they feel guilt, pain, loss. And I can understand that. This woman, from what I understand, played a huge part within their pack. An elderly woman who had clearly been a much loved member of their community. I could sense their struggle the moment I saw Cayden, and then the reaction from Jackson as his eyes settled upon Ariella in Cayden’s arms. I knew in that moment I needed to take charge. Helping by calling the doctor. Checking the home for any hint of suspicion that this was anything more than an unnatural death. But I could see nothing that raised my suspicion. Ariella’s home was tidy, organised, and undisturbed. It seemed evident to me that nobody had been here. She appeared unharmed too when I did a brief observation over her as I checked her pulse. As we stand and
Blake and I wandered through the corridors of the packhouse, having just eaten together. He had cooked me a delightful grilled chicken salad. Followed by some cake made by one of the pack omegas. He was full of friendly chatter, and plenty of compliments, all with an abundance of smiles and flirtatious looks in my direction. These looks were something new. Something only happening in the last day or two, but that were becoming more frequent, I had noted. I smiled back, and continued the conversation, despite my mind playing tricks upon me, and making me so confused. Blake appeared to be touching my hand at every given opportunity, like he seemed to crave my touch, or the warmth from my body. Yet, his touch gave me a cold chill. Far from the almost thrill of an electric shock type sensation my mates’ touch had brought to me. “Are you sure you don’t want to accompany me to my office? I shouldn’t be too long, Princess.” Blake asked, as we approached the stairway.
I sat within my room, cross-legged upon my bed staring at the wall opposite me, my hands trembling upon my knees. Aiden has long since gone, telling me it was not safe for him to stay longer than necessary to pass along the message he had come to give me. My mind was now swimming with the things that now lay ahead for me. I cannot believe the moment is now so close. The moment we had spoken of for so long. The thing that had brought me and my mates together. When Alpha Blake had taken me in as his apparent prisoner and I realised how this was going to happen, I thought it could take time, I thought we could be here for months, years even… Ariella had never truly given a time frame when she spoke of this to us. She simply said it could take time, so, perhaps naively, I believed we had time. Though, in truth, I don’t think there would ever be a time that I would feel prepared for what lay ahead. What shocks me still though, is that Ariella certainly never showed a weakne
The moment Aiden left us, we had not stopped. The doctor was doing what needed to be done for Ariella, and we trusted him with those responsibilities, for we had greater duties at present that needed urgent attention. Duties that could not wait a moment longer. Duties that could affect the future of our region. Cayden and I had rushed back to the packhouse, our mindlinks running crazy with instructions for so many people. Barely speaking a word to one another, as we shot mindlink after mindlink out to various people. The time was so close now! My head was buzzing with thoughts, while it was also busy with mindlinks. I was alive with the thrill of the possibility of it all. I just had to hope it all went to plan. The plan we had so carefully devised together as Alphas and warriors or the packs of our region. Revised numerous times, to refine the details to ensure everything came together. Our goals were set. Our targets aimed. We knew what we were to do. Every
I re-adjusted my hair in the mirror, ensuring the long blond curls looked perfect, knowing that Blake could be arriving anytime. I felt sick to my stomach. But I knew that I needed to go through with this, and I needed to look at my best. This was no longer just for my safety. This was for our region. Our future. I took a deep breath, as I adjusted the beautifully lacy deep-purple stockings I was wearing. I had asked the omega to arrange delivery of some lingerie for this moment. She had assisted me with no hesitation. Nothing was too much for me. She had selected numerous sets of lingerie, and stocking sets to match. As well as a selection of toys and lubrication too. She clearly thougt things were going well for the Alpha and I. The thought of a new Luna for their pack seemed to appeal to her, making me question if before my arrival Blake had been using the omegas for sex. It would not be unusual, many Alphas did before finding their mate, or upon losing their mates…
I tease the fabric of Blake’s shirt from his shoulders. Slowly easing it down his arms. His eyes have not left mine. I know how much he is wanting me. I need him to want me. I deliberately run my tongue over my lips causing his gaze to drop to my lips, and I hear a small moan erupt from his mouth as he moves a little closer. His shirt drops to the floor as his hand slipped into my hair. “You are so beautiful Evelyn.” Blake whispers, I watch him intently and note he begins to move his face toward mine, so I quickly move my lips to his now naked chest and begin to shower kisses along his skin. My whole body repulsed by the contact. Hating the thought of betraying my mates, but knowing I am doing what I need to do… Another moan, this time a little louder comes from Blake, as his hand slipped to my waist, pulling me closer to him. A wave of sickness passes over me, but I feel Orla rippling once more beneath my skin, giving me that confidence I need. I need this man to
Blood was spreading across Blake’s chest. All over my hands… it had sprayed across the delicate lace and silk of the beautiful lingerie I was wearing. My whole body trembling as I continued to slash erratically at the toned, muscular chest of the man underneath me. The man who, only moments earlier had been hoping to mark me… make me his… that had been his plan… little did he know, I had a plan of my own. A very different plan to the one he had… My stomach turned at the sight of the blood. So much blood. I was a werewolf. I should be used to blood, but killing was never something I had adjusted to. When Orla chose to hunt, an instinct for our wolves I had always chosen to pull back and stay back, not wishing to witness it. Simply allowing her to enjoy the thrill of the hunt. The thrill of stalking and catching her prey. But this time… this time, it was me who had stalked him. Stalked him since I had arrived here, gaining his trust and fooled him. Now taking his life.