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***Tamara*** 'Hold it there. ' I untangled myself from the black cotton sheets, muttering curses at no one in particular. Somehow during the steamy session my legs had been caught up in between the messy beddings. After untangling my legs, I swung them over the edge of the bed, planting my feet on the comforter that had fallen off during our mating. The jacquard comforter set was fully black, with visible two tone rectangular patterns. Its feel on my feet was exquisitely velvety. Had I not been mad at the moment, I would have taken my time to feel on the material. 'Tamara. ' 'Give me a minute. ' I picked up the material and put it back on the bed messily. I needed to think properly, without his emotions running through our bond distracting me. I paced on the long fluffy rug area, making it possible for me to avoid the long runs of the soft hued wide plank hardwood flooring. My eyes to
***Alpha Ryker*** 'How far are you with the information about that paper? ' I stood at the head of the Maple live edge communal table, waiting for an answer from my appointed pack members. There were a total of 9 heads in the sound proof meeting room, including mine. Theo, Jayson, Mateo the lead enforcer, Tyron a very good tracker and four other warriors. Their stiff postures had me questioning whether they had heard my question. 'Alpha. ' Tyron stood up, bowing slightly in avowed dutiful respect. He was a teenager gifted with a very exceptional scent tracking ability. His sense of smell and the capability to detect an extremely small difference between many smells made him the best. 'The perfume on the paper is different with that of Monica. ' He spoke in a low fearful voice. He was slightly shaking, my aura was affecting him. His wolf recognised me as his Alpha, the poor kid was in t
***Tamara***'How is Mimi? ' Beta Jayson had passed by my place to pick up Janette. She had been in my house at the request of my mate after the incident.He had escorted me back to the house before running off again to do some investigations of his own.Janette's presence helped to steer my mind off everything, chiefly the eyes. The image had been pushed forth in my mind without consent, but only the eyes haunted me repeatedly.She told me about her past, successfully enthralling me into a conversation. I learnt that she wasn't born in the pack, she had been taken in by the Alpha. However, she avoided telling me exactly why, but I figured she would in the right time.I felt this strange connection every time she was around. Even as she told me that she had a feeling that Jax had been following her before he finally caught her. My heart broke for her as she tried reliving that fateful
***Ryker***'What do you mean that you can see a cloud levitating on my head? ' My mind had yet to contemplate on the farcical information my little witch had just shared. It was quite a rather risible statement but questioning it's plausibility would obviously show that I was skeptical of my mate.'I know it sounds farfetched, hell it took me time to believe it myself but trust me, I can see it. ' Her thoughts were pure and free of any falsity. As her feelings flowed through the invisible chain that held our bond together, undeniable worry and fright flooded our bond.I remained silent as she fidgeted on the couch nervously, her eyes tightly closed. Her hesitation in giving me a more detailed explanation compelled me to place my right hand on top of hers. The action seemed to work because she gradually relaxed with every squeeze on her hand.'Loosen up honey, I can feel the tension in you
***Tamara*** 'You can't do this Tamara, you are the Alpha's mate and soon you will...' 'Become the Luna officially blah blah blah....You are not even making any sense Janette' I cut her short before she could ruin my mood completely. I was tired of her talking about the same thing, insisting relentlessly that I wasn't supposed to help in the kitchen. 'Tamara, Alpha won't like this at all. He wanted us to stay indoors, that is why he left a guard at the door which you apparently deceived to have your way. ' 'Would you just chill? I am tired of lazing around. I only need to help serve then we'll go back before our mates notice. ' I had reached to a conclusion that, I would start trying to mix with the pack members despite their open repugnance towards me. 'The Alpha is your mate, but he is my leader Tamara. Being here is defying his directives and I am not ready to be on his wrong
****Ryker**** Ring out the old The words were intricately engraved on a cracked piece of a neatly cut square wood. The detailed letters were covered with a glossy reddish-brown liquid, freshly dried blood. The smell was imperceptible as usual, but the colour indicated that it was still fresh. The meaning behind the words was subtle just as the whiff of the metallic liquid. How was the culprit getting away with this unnoticed? I mean there had been pack members around the pack meeting grounds, yet none of them had seen anything bizarre. 'That is because it's one of us. ' My wolf pushed forward, I could feel him wiggling his tail eager to engage me in a conversation. 'What are you talking about? ' I questioned my innate wolf in my sub conscious but as a barrage of thoughts began to bombard my mind, I su
****Tamara****We sat at the dining table at my mates parents and soon to be mine, chattering away. With our stomachs full of an assortment of scrumptious foods, we opted to pass sometime chit chatting. My mate sat beside me dressed in his usual style, black cargo pants with matching combat boots and a very fitting navy blue tee shirt.His mother and father sat on the opposite side, with his mother taking control over the incessant conversation. One thing I had learnt about her in a short while is that she wasn't one to easily shut up.The dining room had a hardwood flooring covered mostly by an area grey rug. The dark flooring matched with the dark wooded furnished dining table. The walls were elegantly painted with a gray colour accentuated with white trims. The cushioned chairs were nothing shot of comfortable with pastel tones making them stand out.As Ryker's mother narrated about th
***Ryker**** 'Do you know how ludicrous you sound right now? ' I humorously chuckled. Even as the words left my mouth, a vague groundless fear began to hitch itself deep inside. 'Yes I know, but it's the truth son, didn't you just point out that something was wrong with me? ' He wiped his mouth once, then pinched his nose between his index finger and thumb. 'Yes I did, but your story sounds implausible. ' The statement was meant to convince myself, but my beast and I gripped to the possibility of everything my father had said been true. 'Ryker. ' His posture had become stiff, with his feet planted firmly on the area rug. I took a closer look at his actions and in conclusion, his overall demeanour was discern ably telling. He kept on scrunching his face up then releasing it in what I could guess an attempt to remain calm. 'Ry, you k