Conrad Rosser doesn't feel well.The doorbell rings, and she jolts, cringing back into her pillow as the noise startles her.She releases a grunt, slowly hauling herself to her feet as she puts a hand to her head, trying to steady herself before she takes a step.As soon as she lifts her foot from the ground, her stomach churns, and she claps a hand over her mouth, hurrying to the basin in the corner of her bedroom.She vomits for what feels like forever, and she stares at the mess in disgust.She hasn't eaten in over twenty-four hours, yet her stomach can still manage to find something to expel.The doorbell rings again, and she releases a scream, snatching her fuzzy white blanket off her bed and wrapping it tightly around her shoulders.She closes her eyes for a second, shoving her feet into her fuzzy slippers as she walks towards the door.She opens the door reluctantly, and as soon as she steps outside her bedroom, the doorbell rings for the third time.An automatic scowl lands on
The room is entirely silent, and the tension in the room makes the hairs on her arms stand on end.It makes her skin crawl a little, and she glances around nervously, making firm eye contact with her Luna.It's going to be okay, she links her, silently letting her claws descend from her nails as she takes on a partial shift.Her Luna nods, her brow furrowed in worry as she holds her hands over her massive bump.Footsteps draw closer, and her Alpha and father finally make themselves known in the door frame.The man in the way makes her father look small, and Silas Rosser is a substantially well-built man.A bubble of laughter builds up in her chest as she notices this fact, and she manages to hold it in - mostly.A little giggle escapes her lips, and she claps a clawed hand over her mouth, making sure her claws don't come in contact with her face.Her father immediately turns to glare at her, but it's useless - the damage has been done.She gets the inappropriate giggling from her moth
"You have to come with me," he insists, and Conrad stares at him blankly."Is there some order from the Moon Goddess that I don't know about? A rule I wasn't informed about?" She asks, standing up from her desk angrily.She's a Beta by blood and by rank - she doesn't take being ordered around too kindly, even if it is by an Alpha.He isn't her Alpha, so technically, he has no control or right to tell her what to do."I can make you come to my pack, I don't care what way you get there," he shrugs, and she inhales through her nose sharply, sitting back into her seat."If you force me to return with you to your pack, I will reject you," she warns him, folding her hands together and staring at him evenly.We can't reject him; he's our mate, Jane whimpers, and Conrad grits her teeth.This is called being smart and playing our cards right. We can't just cancel our meetings because he's decided he wants me to start cooking his dinners tomorrow, Conrad hisses to her mournful wolf.But I don't
The uncomfortable weight of anxiety sits in Conrad's chest, and she clears her throat as she tugs at the collar of her t-shirt.She feels a bit like she's suffocating, and she has a feeling she might be literally suffocating soon. Charlotte's eyes are boring into her, and she swears that her friend can actually see her soul."You volunteered yourself?" Charlotte says slowly, clenching her fists on her knees as she stares at Conrad."Yeah. It isn't worth letting people get hurt," Conrad shrugs, gnawing on her lip nervously.In a matter of seconds, Charlotte has risen from her seat, and her fists are bouncing off Conrad's shoulder."What the fuck," she cries out, grabbing her fierce friend's hands."Conrad! You are our future Beta," Charlotte roars, shaking her friend aggressively.Conrad is a little irritated by this physical violence, so she quickly and calmly removes Charlotte from her personal space, shaking her head firmly."Yes. And as the future Beta, I know that our pack cannot
Her alarm goes off, and Conrad reluctantly sits up, her hand going to her head instantly as she massages her temples gently.She shouldn't have drunk as much as she did, and she knew this even as she was tucking herself into bed.At least we got all our makeup off, Jane shrugs, unusually awake for such an early hour.She deliberately set her alarm for seven in the morning - she didn't have to go anywhere till eleven, but she wanted to let Jane out for a run, because who knows when she could let her wolf out next. She definitely wouldn't be able to roam for a while once they get to Atlas' pack.She won't be marked until they can have a ceremony, and ceremonies for Alphas and their mates take preparation and planning. She can't run on his lands until she's marked, for fear his guards and warriors assume she's a rogue as she has a different scent to his pack.She slowly emerges from under her duvet, stretching her arms above her head and smiling in satisfaction when she hears all of her
"We're here," he grumbles, turning off the car and undoing his seatbelt, before turning in his seat to stare at her."Thank you," she nods, undoing her seatbelt and trying to open the door."Could you unlock the door, please?" She asks through gritted teeth.She feels like she's dealing with a petulant child who doesn't want to work with someone."Why do you want to know where we are?" He asks blankly, and her jaw drops a little."I'm trying to figure out if I have time to have a nap, or if I should just stay awake," she finally responds.Jane is going crazy.She wants to be outside, and she isn't taking the constant questioning over everything very well.She's used to relative freedom, and the fact she's going to be watched and controlled for the next while is making her feel antsy and anxious.This could be her last taste of freedom for a while, and she's struggling with it.She usually runs, rather than drive, for long journeys. If she were running to her meetings, she'd check into
Are we heartless?, Jane murmurs, her anxiety seeping into Conrad's bloodstream.Conrad shifts uncomfortably, glancing over to the corner where Atlas sits, staring at his phone with a bored expression on his face.Why do you ask?, Conrad asks her wolf, trying to get comfortable on the wooden chair.We didn't fight. We just left our pack with no argument. I miss everyone; we didn't even get to say goodbye, Jane whimpers, unleashing some of the misery she feels.The sheer amount of upset surprises Conrad, who didn't realise her wolf was that upset over the whole situation; the creature had wanted to be with her mate throughout the entire debacle.No. We're not heartless; we're doing this for them. By going with him, they're not going to get dragged into a war they won't win, Conrad responds determinedly, clenching her jaw as she glances at Atlas again.He's angry, and his rage is filling the room, putting Conrad on edge."Are you ready?" He barks all of a sudden, and she starts a little,
Once they arrive back to Atlas' house, he gets out of the car immediately, barking into his phone as usual.Does he know he's a wolf? He never seems to use his mindlink; it's a waste if you ask me, Jane scoffs.Well, thank the Goddess that nobody is asking you, then, Conrad sighs back.She's tired, her arm hurts, and she's starving.The lasagne had smelled good - from the way Atlas had reacted, it might have been poisoned, but still - and it had made her hungrier."I have some leftover spaghetti in the refrigerator. If you get it out and put it onto plates, I'll show you how to use the microwave once I finish this call," he nods to her, and she nods back, scuttling into the kitchen.A shiver runs through her body, not yet used to the iciness of the new climate.Her pack is usually a bit warmer, and the change isn't doing her any favours.She gets grumpy when she gets cold, and the house isn't warm.He notices the shivers and walks over to where the AC and heating panel is, switching t
Josephine and the elite teams did exactly what they had set out to do. They had moved so efficiently that they had knocked out most of the command structure entirely before the hyenas had a chance to even sound an alarm to warn the others that their doom was coming.Any who did not actively fight, were given the choice to end their days there and now or move semi willingly to an enclave Josephine had been working on for far longer than Alexander had realized. To Josephine, Melody was just another target, one of far too many in a larger pattern. One that Josephine had been working to end on her own long before Melody had even been born.Alexander was in awe as Guillermo filled him in on the progress during a rather social seeming jog several weeks after the incident; which was all Alexander could bring himself to say about it all. Still working on it with his therapist. But things were going better. He was focusing on being a dad, and decided to take up carpentry. If he was going to li
Melody drove up to the familiar house, the smell of burnt clutch heavy in the cabin of the vehicle. Melody didn't know how to drive a manual, let alone an old truck with a heavy gear shift and broken power steering. Thankfully it didn't matter. The truck just had to get her here. Looking all normal, and human and alone. If the truck had to stay behind because Melody had wrecked the transmission on the relatively short easy drive over, no harm done. Flint would carry her to Alec's pack lands and virtual sanctuary until they could arrange to get back to their own home.The home looked significantly worse than she was prepared for. The picket fence she had admired that first day hadn't been painted in a while when she had left, and hadn't been touched since. Many boards were missing or broken. Beverly must have hated it, she had been a realtor and she was good at it. At making homes look good enough that people wanted to live in the warm homey environments she created. Looks were often d
"You don't have to do this yourself, Guillermo and I can take care of it.." Alexander pleaded with Melody. That evening as she insisted on preparing everything to travel across the country to execute Frank. Throwing random clothes into a suitcase while she stomped around the room on feet far too heavy for someone of her size."Yes I do!" she was nearing hissing at him as she insisted strongly. She paused, packing the suitcases, "I need to do this, he hurt my whole family Alexander. He needs to pay for it. I need him to pay for it. To know he brought his end on himself, I want him to know." Her words were so heavy with with such a finality to them, that Alexander, never able to really say no to her finally gave in. She could come on the mission, only if the shrink and doctor cleared her first. After this afternoon's panic attack, and early pregnancy he was sure she wouldn't get the clearance from the doctor. She's pregnant, no doctor would let her go out to murder their step father.He
Alexander and Melody spent their time with their kids and Diana. Letting Alexander's mother take care of everything while Melody and Alexander played on the floor with their kids, ate snacks, and just enjoyed the peace of their family. Raven was stomping around in her room out back, apparently a nap was not coming easily. "I guess it's not all she hoped it would be?" Alexander ventured softly while James was cuddling in his lap, almost asleep with a picture book in his hands."She has wanted this all her life, maybe dropping a vampire sighting on her this early wasn't the best idea." Diana said, softly, her voice like a lullaby as James drifted off to sleep. Melody was just returning from putting Ansley down for a nap, and smiled at seeing James limp in his fathers arms. She came over, gently and carefully picking the little boy up who snuggled into his mother's body as she picked him up, and took him to have a nap as well. Giving Alexander some time alone with his mom."Alpha doesn'
The next morning it was confirmed by Guillermo that Frank and Robert had almost certainly had something to do with Beverly's murder. Randy was only innocent of this particular crime because he was already in prison for a statutory rape charge. A combination of wire transfers from offshore accounts, messages on burner phones, and finally a time line established when Guillermo searched recent security and surveillance cameras around the small town where Melody and Alexander had met. Trying to figure out what had happened and when.Beverly was a woman who liked routine he learned, and even though she couldn't find a job after she had been laid off, had tried to keep busy. She volunteered, working at the animal shelter some days, food bank on others. Spent an hour or so in the town library applying for jobs before hitting the grocery store before heading home to cook for her family. She didn't seem to interact much with anyone in the town. She hadn't carried a cell phone in over a year be
The first couple photographs showed three women, roughly Melody's age, nothing else in common between them. They were all of different heritage, but all were very dead, by the similar ragged horizontal slash across their throats. No metal blade had opened their throats, that was the mark of a clawed hand. Then there had been two men, Melody didn't know them, but her heart filled with sadness as she realized these were all probably the dead mates to alphas. Who in turn according to Alexander research, never knew their mates were taken and murdered, instead thought they had been rejected. That each of these people had been stolen and their lives ended, causing echos of heartbreak for so many people, filled Melody with guilt that twice she had been taken, and twice she escaped mostly unharmed. She didn't know why she was ok in her home now, and these people weren't.Alexander was just finishing up with Guillermo, his own worry at a new level with the news from his head of security. He dr
This was how his life should have been. Raven would be unbearable if she ever learned that she really had been right all along. She was born for this, Alexander wasn't. He didn't feel any guilt at all now. As he laid Melody in a rocking chair so he could run a bath for her, he checked on his mother as she did the same for Ansley.James was staying with Robin and her family tonight. James adored his older cousins, and seeing how other people lived their everyday lives. He was a nosey kid, Alexander hoped he didn't drive his very controlled sister insane overnight. James was more in tune with his grandmother or Lark. Almost like Robin could feel his worry, Alexander's phone buzzed with a notification, he checked and saw a video of a wide grinning James holding a Mario Kart Steering wheel in his small hands, his face aglow with joy as he tried to play with his older cousins, who were laughing at his eager attempts to widely steer around the course. The sound of generations, and blended f
Melody awoke with the most unwelcome deja vu. The particular heavy and slow feeling of waking up after having been knocked unconscious. Judging by the rhythmic pounding and pain radiating from the back of her head, it had been physical this time instead of chemical. She didn't know if that was better or worse, she still felt sick and nauseated, and the headache was worse, but her body didn't feel as clumsy.The overwhelming wrong feeling had diminished, but things were certainly not right. But at least she was able to think now. She looked around, lovely another cement room from floor to ceiling, a single caged in bulb in the ceiling for light, and a clean, if uncomfortable pallet underneath her. Things smelled clean, which at least wasn't offensive and an improvement on the first kidnapping. Melody wasn't scared this time, she was boiling under the surface like a secret lake of lava.Yup, she had been kidnapped again. Ansley! Where was her daughter? Who had taken her. Melody knew she
The next week was perfect, better than ever before. Alexander was scheduled to see his counsellor at least twice a week, he was getting Raven up to speed on current pack issues and general local politics. He felt lighter. Like himself in a way he had missed without even realising he had been missing something at all.Melody's days were a little more boring. Delia had texted her on schedule all through the weekend through until Sunday night. Then she had called to let Melody know she was taking a week off school and going on vacation with the man she had gone home with on Friday night; and was still with. Melody had worried about her friend, but after talking on the phone, Delia was safe, and happy, and excited. So Melody wished her friend well. Maybe the dark tall brooding man Delia was with was a shifter too, and Delia was his mate. Melody gnawed on her lower lip wondering how she would even try to ask her friend if that was the case, without letting too much slip if Delia wasn't in