Dakota Four days after our reconciliation, Axton's hand tightened around mine, his thumb rubbing soothing circles over my knuckles. We were in the van outside the pack house and Axton could read how tense I was. My heart was racing and I took in the imposing pack house in front of me A shiver ran down my spine, my body bracing itself for potential danger. It felt as if I was entering a zoo filled with wild, hungry lions. "You can do this, you know that, right?" He said, his voice low and steady as he locked his gaze onto mine. "They will never hurt you. I swear on my dad's grave." I nodded, exhaling slowly and straightening my posture. Behind us, Elias and Sara huddled together, whispering to each other. I noticed a blush on Sara's cheeks and a mischievous grin sprang on my lips. Tilting my head to the side, I decided to be teasing. "So Elias, what's the deal with you and my girl?" Axton's body leaned back and he burst out into loud laughter. "Yeah, I was about to ask that t
Dakota I woke up spent but well-rested. With a contented smile that graced my lips, I stretched my arms above my head and nestled close to Axton. Still asleep, his face looked so young and peaceful. I smiled, snuggling against him. My eyes closed in bliss. I enjoyed being held by him and savored his nearness of him. It was difficult to restrain myself from begging him to make love to me. I was surprised I hadn't done so yet despite my heart pounding to craving for an orgasm. Axton himself didn't make any lewd moves or make me uncomfortable. His left arm encircled mine and he popped one eye open with a mischievous glint. "Were you watching me sleep?" His sleep laden voice asked playfully I chuckled softly and got out of bed "Why would I do that?" I opened the window to let the cool morning air in. The sun was rising over the horizon, casting rays over the pack's landscape. "I see people running. Don't you have to go for the morning run?" Axton didn't respond. I turned arou
Axton Earlier, I halved the distance to my bedroom when Gwen blocked my path raising a snarky brow at me. Releasing a frustrated groan, I let out a strained smile, suppressing my annoyance. "Gwendolyn, to what do I owe this visit?" She pulled on a slow smile and lowered her yellow tank top to reveal her cleavage. I thought of several excuses to leave her presence but knowing how persistent Gwen was, I gave up with an exasperated sigh, pleased that Dakota wasn't home yet. Gwen aimed to touch my arm. But I sidestepped, avoiding her touch. "Come on, Axton," she pouted, narrowing her eyes in a failed attempt to seduce me. "I missed you." Maintaining a firm expression, I met Gwen's gaze directly. "I didn't. Can I leave now?" "Axton!" She cried, her eyes balls of fire. "Has that murderer cast a spell on you? What does she have that I don't?" "I'm not a murderer, you don't know anything about me," I heard Dakota's cool voice behind me. A sharp breath expelled from my lungs as she t
Dakota All activities came to a sudden stop and my mouth dropped open at the sight of yucky eggs dripping down my hair and onto my clothes. The smell made me grimace and Axton rushed in a hurry to my side. "Shit, Dakota I'm sorry," he apologized, grabbing a nearby cloth napkin to wipe the egg off my face. "Did she really have to do that?" I exhaled, forcing myself not to lose my temper and maintaining an unbroken connection with Imani, watching her reaction. Cara acted blind to what that nasty girl, Gwen had just done, with a pasted- on smile on her face. Imani, however, looked conflicted on whether to apologize or remain silent. I had begun to study Imani and realized she wasn't a bad person. She was only pretending because Gwen was her best friend and Xavier was Axton's rival. "I'm so sorry, honey," Axton kept apologising. "I had no idea she would do this." "Nor did I know scrambled eggs could come with a side of drama, someone should have warned her not to use eggs as a
Dakota After I stumbled upon Xavier's diary, I felt a deep sense of sadness and I imagined him as a child, writing about how he always wanted his father's approval, and how he tried so hard to be good. On the other hand, Axton was always the favorite. The one his father was proud of, the one who received all the love and attention. This must have affected Xavier because he was constantly in Axton's shadow. My eyes skimmed through the diary and I knew it would go a long way in unraveling the mystery behind Axton and his brother's rivalry. I wondered what kind of father they had. Although I didn't know him, I'm sure we must have met once or twice. I didn't want to take sides because I wasn't there while they were growing up, and also, showing empathy to Xavier was going to cause lots of problems between Axton and me. To distract myself, I scanned the titles of the books on the shelf and my eyes landed on a thick, leather-bound book on Desert Canine's history. I flipped throu
Axton Dakota and I walked side by side down the dusty desert road in the warm evening light. The sun set and cast a warm golden glow over her hair as she took in the unfamiliar surroundings of this part of the pack. "Axton, I'm not sure I can do this," she said. "Why not? Stop overthinking this." She remained silent, and the sound of our footsteps crunched against the sand and rocks. "I don't know, I feel exposed and vulnerable, you know, without my golden staff. I think I'm a bit of a perfectionist, and I don't like feeling less than enough." I turned to face her, hearing the distant howl of a wolf in the desert. "Well," I started with a reassuring gentle hand on her back. "I know it might be intimidating, but Elder Timothy is one of the most powerful people in our pack, blessed by the moon goddess, and has a wealth of knowledge to share with you." "I know," she groaned. "Look, I understand how you feel, but do you know that without your golden staff, you can regain your power
Dakota In the still of the night, Axton lay soundly sleeping, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath with a peaceful expression on his face. My hand tousled his dark hair and the light dusting of stubble graced his chin, giving him a rugged yet endearing appearance. The fan blades sliced through the still air, causing the curtains to flutter softly. I sat up with Xavier's diary resting in my lap, and the pages illuminated by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. A knot formed in my stomach as I read about the young boy's struggles. Dear Diary, Daddy hates me. He always treats me so badly. Every time I do something wrong, he hits me and yells at me. But when Axton does something wrong, Daddy just buys him a gift and never scolds him. I don't think it's fair. My body hurts. Earlier, he whipped me senseless with a belt, and held my head in the toilet till I was begging for mercy! He said. "I'm ashamed of you, Xavier. There's nothing special about you." He gets colder a
Dakota Axton and I lay on the cool, grassy ground beneath the twinkling stars. Axton's hands clasped firmly in mine and his presence was so comforting, and he was back to his normal self. "Train with me," he chuckled, his handsome face breaking into a grin as he squeezed my hand. I rolled my eyes "I still feel sore from Elder Timothy's punishment. If I had my powers, I'd have given you a badass kick." Axton raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eye. "But what if I was a thief trying to steal from you? Would you just let me go because you don't have your powers?" I sighed, knowing he had a point. "That's different," I said. "The golden staff was a blessing from the moon goddess and it was stolen from me. I'm like a door and the staff is the key. Without it, I can't function." Axton listened patiently and then smiled. "Pretend that the moon goddess never gave me the staff in the first place. Approach your powers as a newbie, learning the ropes and discovering your abiliti
Sara Four months later. With my pregnancy showing, I wore a loose beach-colored gown together with other bridesmaids. Pumped and happy for the big day. Today was Dakota's wedding, and I was so happy as though it were my wedding. Dakota was experiencing back-to-back victories, and my emotions overflowed with tears streaming down my cheeks. It was a good decision for me not to wear makeup because I knew in the end, it was going to get smudged. My hands roamed my belly. My tiny miracle was growing every day, but the cravings that hit me were often crazy. While Dakota was getting ready with Olivia, Imani, and Sloane dolling her up, I reached for a slice of cake nearby and stuffed it into my mouth, enjoying the smudges of frostings. "Goodness gracious," Dakota laughed. "Somebody remind them to take my wedding cake far away from you." The wedding was the biggest talk in town as the merging of Wild Fangs and Desert Canines. It was the biggest event I had ever encountered, filled with
Sara My mornings were filled with overwhelming nausea washing over me. Getting sick in the morning had become my constant companion, and I felt a change taking place inside me. Everything was happening so fast, and Axton's betrayal threw us off balance. I couldn't believe that he cheated on Dakota with that bastard, Erika. I had never liked her, although I didn't have the guts to tell Dakota. The pain Dakota was experiencing was unfathomable, and I hated that bad things kept happening to someone with such a good heart. Axton, her own mate, had hurt her deeply. I made my way to the bathroom, and my stomach churned as I emptied its contents. Dakota watched me as I lay on the couch, covering myself with a blanket. "Are you okay?" she asked softly. I could see the sadness in her eyes, yet she was concerned about me. She had lost so much weight and was looking like the ghost of her former self, reminding me of the sad times before she met Axton. "I don't know," I managed to say. "I f
Elias My honeymoon with Sara was a fucking disaster. I was frustrated, confused, and annoyed that no matter how I tried to salvage the situation, nothing worked. All she wanted to do was return to Desert Canines to meet Dakota. The bond between both ladies was unbreakable, but I needed my time alone with my wife. It didn't help that I was getting blue balls after the failed attempt to make love with Sara. Sex had never been a problem for me. Although I was quite big, the girls at the Academy and my ex-flings had no issues with my size, but Sara freaked out when she saw me for the first time, making it seem like I was abnormal. She still hadn't returned from the pack house. I needed an outlet and went to Axton. He was busy with alpha duties, but when we took a break, I shared my feelings with him, hoping he would provide some relief. Instead, the idiot was amused and burst out laughing, which only fueled my annoyance. "It's not funny, dude. I don't think I can handle it a
Sara My wedding day had arrived. The whole thing seemed like a dream. I couldn't believe that I was getting married. I was ecstatic and scared at the same time. I sat in front of the mirror, and Dakota and Imani stood by my side, helping with my makeup. "I can't believe my baby girl is finally getting married," Dakota beamed, curving my brows. "You, my dear, are such a beautiful bride." "Adorable," Imani agreed. "I'm nervous, Dakota," I said to her. "What if something goes wrong? What if my wedding isn't perfect? Or what if I trip on my dress? What am I even going to do after the wedding? I know nothing about sex." Dakota and Imani exchanged glances, chuckling softly. "You're worrying too much. Everything will be fine. It's your day, and it's going to be amazing." I slipped into my wedding dress, a shimmery soft tulle gown adorned with intricate beadwork. Imani had gifted me the dress, and I had to work on it considering that it was meant for someone chubby like her. It turned
Sara I sat with Dakota in the back of the van, my heart racing with raw fear that compressed me like a vice, making me faint and feverish. Our hopes of escaping were shattered. Axton looked so pissed, like an angry bull. His reaction confused me, making me wonder why he was angry, considering that they had already labeled us murderers. But knowing how strong the mating bond was, I couldn't blame him, because somewhere in the back of my mind was dancing and rejoicing that we weren't leaving anymore. Now we had to face the consequences of our actions. Dakota sat beside me, her mouth on a white slash and anger simmering beneath the surface. Elias had no emotion on his face, and I wondered what he was thinking. He must hate me so much now. We returned to the cabin and Axton headed upstairs with Dakota, leaving Elias and me alone. The silence felt as though somebody had just died. I couldn't meet his gaze. I stared at my feet instead. He stood opposite me, not moving or saying anyt
Sara All night, I couldn't sleep. My limbs weakened, feeling Dakota's raw betrayal. I couldn't believe she would think so low of me. She blamed me for her circumstance and I didn't think I'd ever forgive her. The next morning, I sat outside the cabin, staring at the desert landscape. A small part of me wanted to run away because it took her getting angry before she said what was on her mind. If she didn't trust me, why were we pretending to love each other? Despite how angry I felt, I knew I couldn't leave her. We were all we had. I felt her presence behind me and went completely still. When our gazes met, I saw the remorse etched on her face. "Sara, I honestly didn't know what came over me last night. I'm so ashamed of myself. I shouldn't have said what I said. You know that I didn't mean any of those things, right?" My tongue lay like a stone in my mouth and a thick silence passed between us. "Sara, please say something. I was so worried when I returned to the cabin and cou
Sara When Axton drove us to the cabin. I was so scared and silent tension filled the air in the van like gas, choking me. I watched helplessly with nerves fluttering in my tummy. When Elias's fingers brushed my thighs, I luxuriated in the sweet sensation and the wave of desire hit me from my head to my foot but I'd rather fry my brains out than admit it. We all headed inside. Dakota looked away from Axton and avoided meeting his gaze like the plague. Axton seemed more pissed than Elias and didn't fail to show it. He shot Dakota a nasty look, his eyes like flint stones. Elias tried to infuse some humor and cleared his throat. "Anyone hungry?" No one answered him. Silence descended upon the cabin like a black-winged bird. "I want to speak with you alone. Upstairs," Axton said in a stormy voice to Dakota. The Dakota I had known and lived with for years would never acknowledge anyone who spoke to her in such a rude tone. But now, she did the opposite of what I expected.
Elias POV In my wildest dreams, I never knew the moon goddess would give me a mate. I'd always felt different, like an outsider. This mindset developed when I was a student. I didn't give a crap about school at all. It was worthless, soul-sucking, with distant monsters as teachers who ignited any spark of passion within me. It didn't help that I was doing very badly in school. Axton, my best friend, always thought I wasn't dumb, and always consoled me whenever the teacher yelled at me for having a coconut for brains. "You're street smart," Axton always said to me. "You're very good at solving problems most of the time. Maybe you're not functioning well because this place is a regimented learning system, or maybe the teachers are crap sacks." Axton was very different from me. He was a genius, loved by everyone. He had a dad, mum, and brother even though his brother was an asshole. My mum died while giving birth to me and my dad mourned her by busying himself with work. I was alwa
Sara Days and nights passed. Hopeless and defeated, Dakota and I continued our nomadic existence, surviving each day as it came. Our lives had been forever altered and we were stripped of everything we had. I watched Dakota sadly deteriorate from an Alpha to a rogue and after a series of rejections, we had no choice but to seek refuge in the northern deserts. My mind raced like a clock when we stepped into the brothel. I hated the place with everything in me and felt a bitter tang of disgust in my mouth because of their questionable character. It was a whorehouse. Somewhere I wasn't used to. The ladies of the night did their business here, making their rounds around. They were all young girls of varying ages. I had never had sex before, nor did I want to have sex in such a disgusting way, where my body would be on full display, fucking different sizes of dicks, ranging from the ones as tiny as my thumb to long as my forearm. I didn't want to be used as an animal. No female's