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**** Alyssa **** Tomorrow is the night. I briefly reconsidered my plan to leave. Something in my guts told me I should stay for this birthday dinner and hear what he, along with everybody else, has to say. Enzi's been a jerk, but I know there's more to it; after all, he's implied there's a reason. Not that anything should excuse mistreating me to the extent he has, but I'm curious nonetheless. What could he possibly claim as an excuse? More than that, he's been weirdly nice lately. And he's been staring at me, almost lovingly, definitely lustfully. What's up with that? Frankly, it freaks me out to find myself drawn to him. The man is a mystery wrapped in a conundrum buried in an enigma with a steaming pile of crazy poop on top, and I just can't figure him out. I know there's something more going on, and I really want to trust that things might be starting to look up for me. Maybe, perhaps, there is a chance that my situation here will get better, that I'll be able to make a life here
**** Alyssa **** As I approach the bridge, I release my seatbelt and plant my foot again, aiming for the railing two-thirds of the way across the bridge. Just as the car is about to crash through the barrier, I shove the door wide open and leap, rolling further from the vehicle as I painfully hit the hard ground. Hearing the crunch as the car collides with the metal, I flip over and watch as the car does exactly as I hoped. The inertia pushed it through the old railing and off the side of the bridge. It plummets to the river below, ending in a loud splash. I pull my bruised, scrapped, and aching self up and push on; if they see me, the whole trick is over. I need them to think I lost control of the car and went down with it or deliberately chose to crash and go over. Either way, I want them to think I'm gone. I need them to think I'm gone. After my last escape attempt, I told him I'd rather die than continue living with him. That conversation replayed in my mind many times over, and
**** Alyssa **** “Are you alright, love? Do you need some help? Do you need me to call someone?” I can’t imagine what the clerk here must think. I am covered in scratches, bruises, grazes, and mud, there are even twigs and other debris in my hair. “Oh, umm. I’m fine, thank you,” I smile what I hope is an innocent smile. She bags my hair dye, scissors, ugly ball cap, and sunglasses. I even found colored contact lenses. Add duct tape and a shovel, I’d look like I was planning a revenge killing. “You’re running away?” “Fancy dress party,” I reply lamely with another half-ass smile. Even I don’t believe me. “There’s a shelter on 29th street. They’ll help you get on your feet,” the clerk replies. I’m dumbfounded for a moment as I haven’t considered a shelter. After gaping like a goldfish out of water for a moment, she adds, “They won’t make you go home. You’ll be safe.” “Thank you! You don’t know how much that means to me.” She gives me a warm smile. I thought people would jud
**** Alyssa **** It is the next morning, and in my barely awakened and drowsy state, it takes me a few moments to register where I am. This bed is comfortable enough, but my bed in Enzi’s pack was super comfortable. Well, it was physically comfortable anyway, a cloud of perfectness with soft, luxurious bedding. The problem was the man and his mission to break me. He nearly succeeded until I remembered I’m way too stubborn for that. I make my bed, dress in my new outfit, find something for breakfast, and try to figure out what to do with my life. I want to do something that helps people, maybe work in a school, become a counselor, maybe be a lawyer or a doctor is my calling. I can’t get a job without ID, and I can’t go to school without ID. That’s my first problem. Could I find a good printer somewhere and print myself a birth certificate? That sounded like a good way to end up in jail for identity theft. What kind of jobs hire people with no ID and no experience? Criminals. Striper
3 years later…. ****Alyssa**** “Hey beautiful, I was thinking we should get a hotel room tonight?” my friend Nathan says, interrupting my train of thought. Nathan is a bartender here as well as Luke’s assistant manager. I’m getting a few last-minute things done while I wait for our friends to arrive. “Really?” I say, feigning a frown. “We’re not going to be out that late.” I continue wiping down the bar, assuming a disinterested air. Nathan is quite possibly the sweetest person I ever met; actually, he always reminded me of my friend Jay from back home. It always makes my heart hurt thinking of the friends I left behind. Nathan and Jay are the kind of people you instantly know you’ll be friends with forever. Still, I can’t resist teasing Nathan a little. “Oh, hun, you told me you didn’t have a party for your 18th, or for your 21st, and last year for your 23rd birthday, we went out to dinner. Dinner!? How dull!” “It was a lovely dinner,” I sing, now stacking glasses behind the ba
**** Alyssa **** When the Uber pulls up in front of the club, I’m surprised to see the line of about a dozen people and more surprised when Emily confidently walks right past it. Leaning up on her tippy toes, she grabs the bouncer’s tie, pulling his ear to her mouth. Whatever she says, does the trick as he smiles, unclips the obnoxious red velvet rope, and waves us through the doors behind him. I’m not sure I want to know what the spicy little vampire just promised him. Clubs aren’t really my thing. They are loud and full of sweaty, handsy people. I don’t mind a bit of dancing, and I’d probably enjoy it if it weren’t for the headache-producing strobe lights, men that think it’s ok to randomly grab and grind on me, or the deafening way they play music. I follow my friends, feeling more anxious with each step. There are some seats and a few stools at the bar, but mostly it’s standing room around small tables or just randomly anywhere in the packed open room. Where will we put our
**** Beta Jayvon **** It's almost midnight, and I'm trying to convince my drunk Alpha buddy to go to bed. He doesn't let himself get this drunk often. Usually, he insists on perfect self-control. That self-discipline is the one thing his father never had and the one thing Enzi has always tried to maintain to prove to himself that he'll never be like the old Alpha. Not that the way he went about it was always perfect. Today is her 21st birthday. It's also the anniversary of when she left him. Technically, she left the day before her birthday, but it's this day each year that he's always a wreck. If she'd stayed just one more day, Enzi would have explained everything. If she'd stayed just one more day, the mate bond would have snapped in for her. Not that Enzi wanted to rely on the bond, but he hoped it would encourage her to give him a chance, encourage her to listen. He wanted her to love him for him. To understand that the choices he made were for her protection. But she left just
**** Alyssa **** “One of the best things about being an adult is that no one can tell you cake isn’t a breakfast food,” Nathan says, laying a fabulous cream-covered, fruit-topped creation crowned with sparklers and a handful of tall skinny gold candles on the table in front of me, the sweet fruity scent tickling my sleepy senses. I’ve been up a whole four minutes, thanks to my friends bouncing on my bed and loudly serenading me with Happy Birthday. “My birthday was yesterday,” I yawn for the second time this morning. I might not be physically capable of showing it yet, but I truly appreciated this sweet gesture. “Nope. Since Emily here hasn’t slept yet, it’s still your birthday. That’s my theory, and I’m sticking to it. Now, blow out those candles and make a wish,” Dara demands. “Oh, no! I gave up on wishes a long time ago. This is truly amazing, though, thanks everyone,” I smile, rubbing the last crystal bits of sleep from my eyes. “Well, aren’t we surly in the morning? You’re
**** Alyssa **** 3 Months Later.… I was hesitant when Enzi first suggested a real wedding. We'd been through so much that I was happy to just move on without it. He had to build a case, explaining how guilty he felt that I hadn't been given the dream wedding he thought I deserved the first time around. He said that he'd always planned for us to have a proper ceremony where he could shout his love for me for all the world to hear. I could hardly believe this was the same man I'd met all those years ago. In the end, we agreed to a wedding that included the traditional Luna oath as part of the ceremony, effectively killing two birds with one stone. Now the day is finally here, I am thankful and thrilled he's put as much effort into this for me. He's gone above and beyond to make me feel special. The pack house and grounds have been completely transformed. I'd decided on a fall wedding with a fall color palette. I wasn't much of a party planner, but apparently, Jada, Enzi's mother
**** Alyssa **** As Dara stares at Uncle Simon, the room falls deathly silent. Simon, however, is staring out the side window, clearly lost in thought, oblivious to the significance of this moment. Then, I see his nose twitch and eyebrows crease. When his eyes scroll the room and finally land on Dara, his mouth drops open in shock. Oh, Goddess. No, this can't be happening. I want them both to be happy, but this is too much for him, given everything he's gone through in the last couple of days. Jamie said Simon had been understandably isolating himself, clearly depressed. On the other hand, Dara has wanted a mate for so long. She's the fairytale type. The type that always believed her prince charming would find her one day and sweep her off her feet. Instead, Uncle Simon has just been betrayed by the woman he loved for a decade and is facing running a pack and raising a baby and a toddler while grieving. His present circumstances are way more stressful than when he took over from my
**** Alyssa **** "Hey, Alyssa, sorry to disappoint you. It's just me: Jayvon." "What's wrong? Can I talk to Enzi? Why are you calling Adrian from Enzi's phone? What happened?" I don't know why, but I am suddenly sure that something must be going on. "He's fine. Well, not exactly fine. He was injured, but he's healing, and he will be 100% soon," Jayvon explains, very poorly, I might add. "Let me talk to him… I need to hear his voice," damn, did I just actually say that? "Well, the thing is, it's his voice that's injured. He is currently unable to speak. Which is refreshing," Jayvon grunts, and I laugh in spite of my worries. It sounds like an irritated Alpha might have just whacked him. And if that is the case, he can't be too sick. "I'm switching to facetime. He wants to see you," Jayvon says. A minute later, the screen shows Enzi lying in a hospital bed, much like mine. I have accepted his video but have yet to turn mine on. Reason being that he'll demand to know why I'm in a ho
**** Enzi **** The last thing I remembered was Simon and the hospital floor. Now I am in a fracking wildflower meadow. What the hell? How is Simon? My mate! Oh, holy Goddess, my mate! "She's fine. Or she will be." I turn toward the calming, musical voice and see a gorgeous woman with silvery blond hair and sparkling blue eyes. I recognize her immediately. Three and a half years ago, I dreamed of this woman, and she told me to go to the ball where I met Alyssa. When I recounted that dream to my mother, she was convinced I'd met the Moon Goddess, and at the time, I wasn't, but now I am. Of course, it's rare, but in every generation, a few people claim to have met her. It's why our belief remains so strong. "You're the Moon Goddess!" I feel an unusual sense of panic. That's definitely not a familiar feeling for me, except when my mate is concerned. But here I am in the presence of a literal God; that, or Doctor Dan has given me some good drugs today. "Yes, my child. Though, I go by m
**** Enzi **** In total, the labor was about two hours. I tried to ignore it, but with shifter hearing, it was hard not to hear the doctor's orders to push. I heard that humans often experience a whole day of labor, and I'm glad our Moon Goddess was kinder to shifter women. I've visited plenty of the packs' new moms here in this very hospital to know that the shifter labor can be anything between 1 and 5 hours. "She's had the baby." Simon's voice interrupts my thoughts, and I promptly leap to my feet. Usually, I would say congratulations, but that doesn't seem to fit this situation. "Girl? Boy?" They had wanted to be surprised this time around. "A girl. She wanted a girl," Simon says with obvious sadness. "Healthy, I assume?" "Yes. She's perfect." "And Carin?" I ask.. "She'll be healed by morning," he shrugs. Good. We still have questions. I pat Simon on the shoulder. I don't know if there are any words to heal his broken heart right now, and I've never really been good at
**** Alyssa **** "What about my friends?" I question, trying to sound calm, but I know I've just snapped, and I am well aware that my voice sounds higher-pitched than usual. "Oh, they are fine; everything is fine. Don't worry. I was going to tell you what we learned," he hastily says, obviously sensing my rising panic. "You could have started with that," I flop into the armchair and dangle my legs over the side, feeling slightly annoyed but definitely relieved. "Carin was right about my father taking Marc and Dara's pack and killing their father," he says. I had a feeling she wasn't lying about that. I suck in a breath, "How are they?" My voice is tight and whispery. I wish I could be there for them both. What a crappy way to learn about the father you never knew. "Well, I was just a baby when it happened, so I don't know much other than the basic facts as reported to me. We have a few old warriors in the pack we've been able to talk to. We've confirmed; theirs was one of the
**** Alyssa **** As the plane makes to land on the small private runway in the jungle, I feel my nervousness spike. I don't know a lot about this grandfather of mine, and I've never been to South America before. I'd known, growing up, that my mother was Brazilian, and even though she shared some of her culture with me, this still all seem so foreign, yet at the same time, it feels oddly like home. "You're quiet," Adrian commented with a small, amused smile. We are driving down a road flanked by thick rainforests that I can't keep my eyes off; it is like the trees are calling to me. "I'm just… I want to explore." That's true, but not the full extent of my current feelings. "He's going to love you. He already loves you," Adrian answered my biggest fear without my having to express it. A surge of gratitude caused my smile to twitch. "Thanks," I said, not quite sure what else to say and definitely not willing to admit how much those words affected me. I know my parents loved me an
**** Alyssa **** Three dead. It hurts my heart to see three wolves dead because of me. One looks young, probably my age, and the other two look older. I recognize the older two from the files I examined years ago, but I only remember a little about them as individuals. And that just makes me feel worse. All three must have families who love them; I wonder if the young man had met his mate yet? Just then, a familiar and unexpected voice breaks my revelry. That is a voice I haven't heard in person in many years, and it takes a moment for me to fully register who it is. "Well, I never should have trusted a rogue to do a Luna's job." My brain was still grappling with her words, and I couldn't quite process what she meant. What the heck is she doing here? A heavily pregnant Carin steps out of the plane with a smug grin, and a gun pointed right at me. "Aunt Carin?" This does not make sense. If she's here, does that mean she had something to do with my parents' deaths? And how did
**** Enzi **** I thought my heart would explode when she suggested staying in my room last night. It took her a while to fall asleep, I could sense her nerves, but I could also sense that she was starting to need me, want me. She finally rolled her back to me and tucked herself in as my baby spoon. Fracking perfect! "Is this alright?" she'd asked. "Yep," my answer was short because having her heavenly self this close to me set my soul on fire. I was desperately trying to think unsexy thoughts so that she wouldn't feel the rapidly hardening buddy poking her from behind. When I did fall asleep, it was the first time in a long time that I felt this at ease. Now, the golden glow of the sun is just tinting my room. I'm sure I didn't get much sleep, but having my gorgeous mate beside me, feeling safe and comfortable with me, made me feel fully refreshed regardless of how much sleep I had. "I love you, Alyssa. Even if you don't love me yet, I will always love you," I whisper while she