Axton Axton Lucia and I rushed to the cabin as the raindrops splattered against our skin, creating a million tiny explosions of sensation. My breath came out in short bursts, misting in the cool air, as I held her soft hand and ran through the rain-slicked sand squishing beneath my feet, making each step slippery. She was so damn beautiful with her hair stuck to her face and a soaked dress that emphasized her hot curves. I've always had a thing for females in soaked dresses. I wondered how her nipples would pucker with hardness. Horny bastard. The rain was a blessing from the Moon goddess and a refreshing contrast to the desert's scorching heat. Maybe this time, Xavier would realize that I was destined to rule. Lucia and I laughed hard and ran with abandon until we got to the cabin. "Stay here," she said when we got to the front door. "I'll get you a towel," she said softly and headed inside. My gaze followed her. The woman was damn beautiful and despite the rain, my body
Dakota The bristles of a brush glided through my hair like gentle waves. Sara styled my hair, placing tiny jeweled pins in them. My heart gunned into overdrive, losing rhythm and making the rest of my body tremble. Meeting Axton's family was a big deal. I shouldn't be worried, considering that the chance of a future with him was bleak. But I was uncomfortable and beating myself up. "Stay still, Dakota. You're trembling." Sara's eyebrows drew together and her eyes bore through me with genuine concern. "What was I even thinking to agree to this? I'm setting myself up for heartbreak." I feared the consequences of this visit to the pack house and have played a thousand scenarios of how things would go bad. My greatest fear was Axton's reaction when he eventually finds out my true identity. It tore at my insides like a pack of wolves tearing at their prey. Maybe I was overreacting, maybe nothing was going to happen. "Stop," I said to Sara and got on my feet. Walking back and for
Dakota Axton's fingers took mine with gentle authority and led me upstairs to a brightly lit library lined with bookshelves that reached up to the ceiling and wood-paneled walls adorned with paintings of history and art."That didn't go well," I put up a small smile. Axton made me face him and held my face in his hands. The eager affection coming from him made my heart flutter. He pulled me closer and stared with longing at me."They don't matter. What matters is my love for you.""Yeah right," I scoffed, and the musty smell of old books and incense lingered in the air. "They're your family.""I'll talk to my mum, I promise you. She's probably wary of you because you're a foreigner. I'm sure they'll get used to you.""And if she doesn't?""It won't make any difference. I'm not the type to let my family dictate the things I do. When I want something, I grab it.""She's still your mum, no matter how strong you think you are. Please respect her."My eyes roamed around the shelves in the
Dakota With pounding feet and layers of icy sweat, I raced down the staircase with a loud thud. The maids stood frozen in place, their eyes widening with interest when I rushed past them. "Wait!" Axton broke into a run, yelling at me. Ignoring him, I fled through the heavy front door. The sun shone brightly on my face, momentarily blinding me. The pain I felt now was even more intense than the day I was banished. I felt like I'd been struck by the lightning of doom and I didn't know how long I was going to recover from this heartbreak. I was so stupid to fall in love with Axton. So damn stupid. My feet raced past the artificial fountain. Blinded by hot tears, I kept running to god knows where. Terror choked my heart. Why did I ever think lying was the answer? I should have told Axton who I was to prevent this heartbreak. Yet, I told string after string of lies, and now they've caught up with me and come to bite me in the butt. I trapped Axton in a web of deceit that he
AxtonMy mind spun in a chaotic frenzy of emotions as I drove away from Lucia or Dakota, whatever her real name was. Her lies and deceit tore at my heart, leaving me shattered and lost She seemed like a vision of perfection with crystal blue eyes that sparkled like diamonds, and a face as flawless as freshly fallen snow. Little did I know that beneath that innocent exterior lay darkness, a heart as black as coal. Her betrayal suffocated my chest, chilled me to the bone, and fucked me up. Damn! I was such a fool. My hands gripped the steering wheel and maneuvered through the desert and with a blinding anger, I put on the windshield wipers to clear the particles obstructing my view. She admitted to killing her husband and child. If she were innocent, she would have told me so. Yet my mind couldn't connect the dots. My brain raced with questions and doubts. I couldn't picture her as a murderer. It seemed so out of character, so wrong. But the evidence was there, staring at me i
Dakota What do they say about shattered hopes? They leave behind broken dreams, a heaviness in the heart that lingers like a haunting shadow. Then from the fragments, one can rebuild a stronger and more resilient spirit. All of it was a bunch of crap. I felt empty, useless, and without any hope. All that was left was to crawl into a hole. Axton broke me. Did I blame him? Not one bit. The poor man was innocent. He gave my life meaning and made me laugh and live again. All that went right out the window. I couldn't go inside the cabin. The memories of Axton lingered in there and it hurt. My legs began moving on their own, trembling with every step. I walked some distance away from the cabin. The scorching sun beat down on me but it was the least of my worries. I began moving past several houses and areas I hadn't been to before. I had nothing to look forward to in the Desert Canines pack. Even if Axton let me stay, it would be very difficult to look past the pain and heartbrea
Dakota Struggling to find peace and forcing myself to sleep, I tossed and turned in my bed with the sheets twisting around my legs, creating a tangled mess. It was stupid of me to let anger cloud my sense of reasoning and pour my pent-up aggression on Sara because deep down, I knew she was innocent. She's been there for me since day one, yet I had the nerve to accuse her of betraying me. What manner of foolishness was that? I held on tight to my pillow and my heart grew heavy with pain. Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision as I stared at the ceiling. I needed to apologize before things got worse. The silence in the room made it even more difficult for me to sleep. I pressed the pillow to my face, stifling my tears. I got out of bed and began pacing back and forth. The moon shone brightly casting a silvery glow on the desert landscape and making long shadows dance around me. The cool night air brushed my skin when I stared out the open window. I reached out my ha
Axton Feeling like time was slowing down, I sat beside Elias in the rowdy casino, bright lights flashing from slot machines and other gaming tables. The noise was deafening as gamblers of legal age excitedly placed bets, babbling over one another. Despite shuffling my chips and receiving my card from my dealer, my mind was somewhere else. I couldn't stop thinking about Dakota. Whenever her face flashed in my memory, my stomach hardened with hurt and a painful tightness almost threatened to squeeze the air out of my throat, making it difficult for me to breathe. I missed her. So fucking much that it hurt. My heart ached for her, for the way her smile lit up a room, for the sound of her laughter, her intoxicating beauty, and curves more dangerous than any mountain road. Get it together, Axton! She's harmful and toxic, and I shouldn't be yearning for her touch. It's like a war within me, my mind telling me to stay away but my heart begging for her to come back. Why can't I jus
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