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We were greeted at the door by a stocky, dark haired Were roughly in his thirties and his curvaceous wife that I soon found out to be Wyatt’s Delta, Alex Smith and his wife Brandi. They ushered us through the plantation-style mansion until we reached a back drawing room and they offered us something to drink. I politely declined, the taste of burning flesh still lingering on my tongue from the vision, but Wyatt eagerly accepted a tumbler of bourbon from Alex’s thick fingers and set himself down on a lounger. “So, this is the missus?” he enquired cheerfully, giving me a once-over with his dark little eyes. I didn’t even attempt to hide my dark mood. “Yeup” Wyatt muttered into his glass matter-of-factly, shooting me a warning glare. “I see you guys are gettin’ on swell” Alex said provocatively, flicking his gaze from Wyatt’s shoulder to my darkening eye. His wife Brandi stifled a giggle that set him over the edge, and they erupted into roaring laughter at our expense. Wyatt raised his
“Alpha, she almost exposed us to the humans. She was trying to run away” Carter huffed, holding me out by the arm like an escaped convict. Wyatt leaned on the high-backed chair with one hand and held the other on his hip, eyebrow raised in displeasure. But he did not look surprised. “Of course she did”, he sighed, shaking his head. He dragged a large, muscular hand through his hair, sweeping the brownish-blonde mane away from his face. “Take her up to our quarters and for the love of god don’t leave her alone until I get there. Seems I haven’t broken her-yet”. I glowered at him as he emphasised the last word and let my eyes burn wolfish orange in his direction. Carter moved to pull me out of the front parlour towards the stairs but I yanked my arm out of his grip, giving him a low warning growl. “I can walk myself, Beta! I do not need a handler” I snapped, storming past him up the stairs. He followed me lazily up to the large, stately bedroom with en-suite Wyatt and I had been as
It was yet another restless night’s sleep for me as I brainstormed possible exit strategies. I’d fall into a brief slumber for what seemed like seconds before jolting awake as I remembered the task at hand, only to lie there staring at the ceiling while my mind wrestled with all possible scenarios. I was stuck in that vicious cycle until 4.47am when suddenly, I had it. It wasn’t my best idea and it certainly had the highest risk to reward ratio-but it just might work. Now I had to hope and pray to the Goddess that my instincts were correct. It began when Carter came to rudely awaken me at 11am by hammering on the door with his fist. “WAKE UP, LUNA! Alpha’s orders. You are under my care until he returns. Get up”, he barked. I sidled to the door and opened it just enough to peek through, careful to step to the side just enough to ensure my bra strap was visible. “I’m awake, Carter. What can I do for you?”, I purred, innocently tugging at the lengths of my silvery hair. “We’re bei
“Ya wanna ride?”. The words were like music to my ears. I’d been trudging through the litter-strewn mud on Route 16 for over an hour with my arm outstretched, giving a stiff thumbs-up in the hopes someone would take a chance on me. There were three men in the car and I judged them all be young, mid-to-late twenties or thirty at the very most. The one who called out to me from the passenger front seat had kind blue eyes, lightly crinkled at the sides from a well-worn smile with white even teeth and a straight nose that was softly rounded at the tip. He wore a thick winter jacket which he had paired with an old weathered baseball cap, and I noted he had no wedding band on the left hand that was currently leaning out the window. “Can y’ hear me? You ok?!”, he yelled over the traffic, his face growing more concerned by the minute. I looked past him and assessed his companions. The driver was wearing the obligatory t-shirt and check flannel that so dominated The South in winter, with je
Any misgivings I’d had about Austin slowly melted away as he gave me a tour of the house, apologising profusely for the piles of dirty laundry and stacks of dishes by the sink. It was all so ordinary; painfully dull, in fact. The décor was strictly neutral colours, a nauseating collage of beige, greys and browns fading into one. This was absolutely a single man’s home. There was no sign of any other occupants in the three guest bedrooms, and judging by the mess and distinct lack of style in the house there was certainly no woman around. Austin kept to his word and put three frozen pizzas in the oven for us which immediately filled me with relief. Whatever was wrong with this place I wanted no part of it. Maybe it's haunted? We retired to the living room and started chit-chatting when a can of Budweiser was shoved in my face. “Want one?”, Blake asked gruffly. “No thanks. I don’t really drink”, I replied apologetically. From across the room Austin called over, “Come on, Nova! Just
I can’t breathe. This is it. I’d woken up from a vivid nightmare of Mason smothering me with a pillow only to find I couldn’t breathe through my mouth; I was blindfolded and gagged on a cold floor, hands bound behind my back, buck naked bar the black thong I’d been wearing under my clothes when I left the Philadelphia pack house. I was numb all the way down the right side of my body where my flesh met the floor and shivering uncontrollably. “Wakey, wakey Nova”, a cold voice sneered. My heart dropped. “Hope you had a nice little beauty sleep. Now it’s time for you and me to have a little fun”. I screamed desperately against the duct tape covering my mouth but all I produced was a muffled whine. Austin let out a barbaric laugh. “Scream all you want, ain’t no-one gonna find you down here. You’re all mine til we decide to hand you in. Well, theirs too once I’ve had my turn”, he added, and I heard Chris and Blake mutter “mmn hmn” in unison. Jesus fucking Christ. I opened my eyes ag
The first lash cut through me like a blade. I bit my tongue to supress a scream, clamping down so hard that hot blood pooled in my mouth. “Not hard enough? Ok”, Austin said maniacally, raining down more lashes on my back. I hissed through my teeth and focused on the stairs picturing Wyatt in his massive grey wolf form bounding over to devour his prey. Soon. Just hold on, Nova. He will be here soon. Austin walked around my incapacitated form to look me in the eyes. “Why aren’t you screaming for me? The sooner you do the faster this is over and I can reward you with some civilised human cock. Would you like that?”, he taunted, running the hilt of the whip down the front of my body, coming to a stop at my groin. “I’ll pass, I’ve had enough disappointments over the last few days”, I retorted. I’d hit a nerve. A shutter came down behind his eyes and the man I was looking at was replaced by something much darker. I saw his fists coming towards me but was helpless to protect myself; I h
It was all over in a matter of seconds. Austin was pulled away from me with the force of a hurricane and no sooner had I seen his eyes widen in fear, they were looking up at from the floor, torn from his skull. An unearthly scream echoed throughout the basement before a squelching, tearing sound silenced it forever. I felt something warm splash my legs and tried to blink through my dehydrated fog to see it; I could have laughed from the sheer justice of it, but I was too badly injured. Austin’s eyes, head and heart lay at my feet alongside his torn off genitals. A wave of exhaustion and relief washed over me and I blacked out for a few seconds, before my saviour released me from my chains catching me as I fell. “Whoa whoa whoa, not yet. Stay with me”, the firm voice said. “Wyatt…you came for me…”, I whispered through parched lips. A large strong hand softly stroked my hair before I felt something wrapped around my body to protect my modesty. “No, not Wyatt, sweetheart. It’s me, C
His powerful body rippled as he strode over to me purposefully with a grim look on his face. He was so much bigger than I remembered; even though Cole had been slightly taller, the sheer muscle mass of Wyatt made him much more intimidating than the lean dark Alpha had been. Would he kill me? Rape me? Beat me? I had no intention of finding out. He was a few steps away from me when I thrust the gun high in the air pointed directly at him. “Don’t take another step! Stay away!”, I screamed. My hands shook like leaves in the wind, swinging the gun in wide circles. “Nova, put the gun down”, he seethed, hands in the air. I licked my lips nervously and tried to focus. “No! I have fucking had it with you men! All of you! All I wanted was to be left in peace. I fucking earned it after Mason! But ever since you came into my life it’s been nothing but pain!”. My voice broke and my lip trembled, and a hot tear slide down my cheek. He was a work of art in his naked glory, but I kept my eyes f
“HELP ME! Somebody, please help!”, I cried, choking on my sobs. Tears streamed down my face as my body jolted from the force of Cole’s wild thrusting. He was relentless and intentionally rough, pummelling into me with all of his might. He shuffled his weight and repositioned, somehow managing to plunge even deeper into me and I screamed with all I had causing a collective growl of irritation among the men. “Shut her up”, Cole snapped, and right on cue I was pulled up by the hair to enable one the Weres to unleash a savage blow to my face. I heard a loud crack as my nose broke followed by the warm gush of blood running down my face. I focused on the blood spatters as they dripped onto the carpet, my vision jolting as Cole used me ruthlessly. He moaned in pleasure and began thrusting even faster and I winced in pain. He was right-Wyatt won’t have me now. Whatever we did or didn’t have doesn’t matter anymore. The vision was wrong. I was so lost in my despair I didn’t notice the rumbl
I was dragged into the cold light of day by Cole’s Beta Jethro and several other burly Weres I recognised as being among his inner circle. They held each of my arms and lifted me easily up the stairs until suddenly I was outside his bedroom door. “Alpha, we have her”, Jethro barked. There was a pause and some shuffling, then the handle clicked and out came the dishevelled form of Rosie. Her hair was tousled, skirt back-to-front and her sweater was inside out. She looked me up and down in amusement and smirked before sauntering off down the hallway. “Send her in”, Cole ordered. I was pushed into the room with an almighty shove in the middle of my back, landing on the floor in a heap. The door slammed shut and I heard the lock turn ominously. He was standing by the window looking out towards the front gate. “Your Alpha has declared war on Pack Jackson, dearest Nova. It seems the time has come to make good on your promise to join me against Wyatt and call your pack to our side”. His
I slowly came back to the world of the living, peering through one eye to see the mousy face of Leah staring at the floor glumly. She was lost in her thoughts and hadn’t noticed me waking up. “Now. Answers”, I croaked. She practically jumped out of her skin as I startled her out of her reverie, a regular habit of hers it seemed. “Oh, Luna thank the Goddess! Let’s have a look at you”. She pulled up the sheet and sighed in satisfaction. “There. Sophie’s magic has worked its charm once again. See, it’s completely healed!”. I tested my toes first, wiggling each digit. No pain. I sat up too quickly and my vision went dark and the blood drained out of my face. Leah started fussing over me, trying to push me back down to the pillow once more but I was fixated at my leg-it was indeed completely healed. I stroked the smooth skin, massaging the muscle underneath in wonder. “How long have I been asleep?”. “Only about 7 hours. It’s the herbs, they speed up the natural Were healing process”,
“You motherfucker!” I launched myself at Cole in a flurry of nails and teeth, allowing my wolf to fully surface to unleash hell upon him. The air crackled with electricity and I felt my humanoid limbs break, bend and reform into my graceful wolf. The wind no longer penetrated my delicate human skin but gently brushed over my long white and grey fur, and relished in feeling the power surge through me. I reared my head back ready to latch onto Cole’s neck but he saw me coming, and in the blink of an eye shifted down to his own wolf form to meet me. Had I not been raging beyond all sense I would have reconsidered my attack upon seeing his sheer mass, but as I was too far gone. He’d shifted down to a large black wolf, which was fitting given his human appearance. He was almost the same height as Wyatt in his wolf form except nowhere near as muscular, rather more lanky. His eyes burned amber and he howled into the night air, accepting my challenge. A chorus of yips and barks broke out ar
I shivered in the night air, as much from fear as the icy wind whipping through my hair giving me gooseflesh. I was still in the slinky low-cut evening gown, nipples cutting through the fabric as they responded to the chill. Cole kept his hand tightly wrapped around my upper forearm even as we waited for his snipers to get into position, delaying the inevitable showdown between myself and the Alpha I had left behind. I was so anxious I could vomit. Without warning, Cole pulled my body against his and the instant warmth of his solid form ignited a curiosity within me. He wasn’t unattractive, quite the opposite. He was handsome in the dark, mysterious way that all girls fantasised about with his black hair, dark olive skin and warm brown eyes, wearing a short stubbled beard that only highlighted his chiselled jaw. I wouldn’t kick him out of bed on a good day. Which was good, considering I’d hedged my bets on him-lies and all. The heat from his body enveloped me in his scent that was f
I lie in bed twirling my fingers over the naked exposed flesh of my bosom, tugging at the nipples as I stared into the darkness. I had been at Pack Jackson for three days now and there was plenty on my mind- it wasn’t just how all the serving Omegas avoided my gaze and skittered off when I entered a room, or even the way Cole had politely ordered me to stay within the compound “for your own good”. There was plenty to unpack there, but not right now. It was the silence. Not the volume of the physical place, because Pack Jackson easily had twenty times more Weres than Meridian and they all had plenty to say to eachother here. It was my mind. It was eerily still, with almost an afterbuzz like a TV that had been turned off after staying on all night. Ever since stepping foot in Cole's compound I hadn’t had a single dream, vision or ‘feeling’ about anything. When I closed my eyes it was just the pitch black holding me close with no more mental intrusions by the handsome vampire, nor
After a hot shower I made my way downstairs, following the scent of bacon and coffee to a grand marble open plan kitchen where Cole waited for me. “Mornin”, he said cheerfully. “Morning-how long was I asleep?”, I asked, not certain I wanted an answer. “Only ‘bout 14 hours or so. Want some food?”. He gestured over to a petite, attractive blonde flipping eggs at the double oven. “Sahara here makes the best food. Have whatever you want, girl”. Sahara kept her eyes down dutifully concentrating on her task. She was tiny, maybe 5’0 and she was definitely at least one dress size smaller than my slim frame. I thought back to the jealous voice I’d woken up to and quickly decided it hadn’t been her. I greedily ordered pancakes with a side of eggs and bacon and sat down opposite Cole at the large marble table. “So, Nova. How you feelin’?”, he began. “Surprisingly great, actually. Your healers are truly miracle workers”, I said truthfully. I felt brand new-suspiciously so, but I wasn’t abou
It was all over in a matter of seconds. Austin was pulled away from me with the force of a hurricane and no sooner had I seen his eyes widen in fear, they were looking up at from the floor, torn from his skull. An unearthly scream echoed throughout the basement before a squelching, tearing sound silenced it forever. I felt something warm splash my legs and tried to blink through my dehydrated fog to see it; I could have laughed from the sheer justice of it, but I was too badly injured. Austin’s eyes, head and heart lay at my feet alongside his torn off genitals. A wave of exhaustion and relief washed over me and I blacked out for a few seconds, before my saviour released me from my chains catching me as I fell. “Whoa whoa whoa, not yet. Stay with me”, the firm voice said. “Wyatt…you came for me…”, I whispered through parched lips. A large strong hand softly stroked my hair before I felt something wrapped around my body to protect my modesty. “No, not Wyatt, sweetheart. It’s me, C