I felt someone was touching my face. A hand softly tapped my cheek, tracing my lips for a second, before going back to my cheek again.
"Who are you?" I woke up , kind of veering away from him, still feeling the lingering sensation of his hands touching my face.
"Oh, good. You're awake. I'm Ryan. I was patrolling the riverside when I saw you."
I eyed him suspiciously. "You saved me?"
He nodded, "You could say that. How are you feeling?"
"I'm okay. Better now, warm at least." I was wrapped in a blanket, and resting on a bed near a fireplace.
I inspected him cautiously wondering how honest I could be with this person, with anyone for that matter. If I couldn't trust my sister, nor my mate Jacob, who could I trust ever?
He looked very strong and firm, like he could rip apart a man or a wolf with his bare hands. I inspected his hands, the largest I'd ever seen with enormous forearms leading to muscular biceps and broad shoulders.
"Where am I?" I asked, nervously, hoping to be far from Jennifer and Jacob, and all the hurt of my past. Wondering if Ryan might lock me up. I felt my wrists and ankles free from restraints, and I kept moving them to be sure.
"You're with my pack. Starstream Pack. I'm the Alpha here, so you're safe with me." He added this last part as if he sensed my weariness.
He looked like he cared so much that I was tempted to open up to tell him everything, but I trampled on that inclination. I would not act stupidly in this life. I could not trust anyone.
"Where are you from?" he said swiftly as if he understood I might not tell him much, but he was too curious to resist.
"I don't remember," I lied, unwilling to share anything.
"Right, maybe you're too hurt to remember?" He said, narrowing his eyes a little. But more kindly, he said, "Do you remember your name?"
Of course, I remembered that I was Alissa Clark. While I wasn't sure what I looked like, but I could see that the hair hanging over my shoulders was pitch-black and straight instead of blonde and wavy, which reassured me that I must look different.
"Ali…Alyson." I almost told him my true name, so attached to the identity that I'd been denied. But I needed a new name. "Thanks for saving me, Alpha Ryan." I said more sweetly, once again feeling that my wrists were free of chains, and wanting to keep it that way.
He was nodding, accepting my thanks. "I think you need more rest. Maybe you'll remember more later. And tell me more?" he said.
I wouldn't, but I nodded as if I would. As if I could trust him with her identity like he had with her.
He continued, "Donna will take care of you. If you need anything, she will be here. Just let her know."
Someone to take care of me? I hardly understood the concept. A middle-aged lady entered when she heard her name. She looked well-maintained from an active life. Her face was kind and immediately she shared a warm smile. Her grayish brown hair was pulled back into braids and tied in a knot behind her square face.
I smiled weakly back; wondering what I should say to her, what I was supposed to say in this unfamiliar situation. "Thank you, Donna."
Ryan looked between Donna and me, he looked pleased. With a small wave, he left the cabin. I looked around, wondering if this were his cabin. It was small. It seemed odd for an Alpha to live in such a small house, with only a few rooms. I wondered if he lied to me.
I sat up, pulling the blanket around me. I wanted to look at my body to confirm that I was really no longer scarred, but I would save that for later when no one else was there. My skin felt so smooth on the soft wool. It felt amazing to be warm. But I had a bandage on my neck and arm- it seemed I had kept those two wounds that had almost killed me.
Donna had a kind face, and she was hard not to like. Even without me asking her anything, she began to share a lot of information with me. "Alpha Ryan is the kindest man in the pack, and I know best. I've been a house servant for him for many years. They said it would cost a lot to have you cured, the medicine you'd need. They said there was no promise, but Ryan insisted, no expense too much. Well, he does have a good fortune, but still…"
I was wary at the mention of doctors. What had they given me? Who was she talking about? Who had seen me here? I didn't even know what I looked like yet? Could I be recognizable?
"Who gave me medicine?"
"Oh yes," she said. "Silly me. A few of the pack doctors were called. Ryan was so worried about you. I don't think he slept these last days even, he stayed in here, not leaving for anything in case you woke up."
I was still stuck on the mention of doctors. I remembered the thousand times Ariana had been dosed with wolfs bane by that doctor that worked for Jennifer.
Donna kept talking. "You looked so pale, they said you were very low on blood. It was as if those two wounds drained you of all blood, and yet you still lived. The doctors had never seen anything like it. You were barely breathing, barely had the strength or consciousness to take the medicine."
I felt horrified that doctors or anyone was giving me something when I was not even conscious. Still, I was awake now, warm, and feeling better than I had in a long time. It seemed like what they did had helped me.
"The doctors said you might have died, but your wolf is so strong. Ryan liked that; I could see it." Donna was still talking. I was not accustomed to someone giving me so much information. I remember crying, pleading and asking the guards and doctor to know anything, and being denied any information for six painful years.
"It's terrible to imagine what might have happened to you, dear. But Alpha Ryan is so kind, isn't he kind?"
I knew it was best to agree, and it sounded like he had been too. "Yes, and you too, Donna." Still, I needed to know more about him to decide if I could maybe trust anyone even a little.
She looked pleased by my answer, her worried face brightened to that contagious smile again. "All that matters now is that you get all better."
A sudden noise startled me from outside the house. Someone was bumping at the door. "A dying rogue is a curse to the pack! Bring her out."
I flinched back as I realized the rogue was me. It was as I had expected; I couldn't trust anyone. Ariana was leaping inside me ready for release if I needed to protect myself or flee.
Donna responded quickly to my alarm. Before I could try to get up, she stopped me, calmly placing her hand on my arm for comfort. "It's alright. I'll take care of him."
"Who?" I said, my body shaking.
"Oh yes, Michael. Alpha Ryan's main beta. He's a bit of a hot head, but don't worry, dear." She said as she sprung to the door, her body tense but confident. She was like a stern mother about to reprimand her unruly child.
I didn't like the sound of Michael. I remained ready, even though my body still felt weak for a fight. Plus, I had never learned how. I could feel Ariana's instinct better now than in a long time, but I still assumed the wolves here were practiced fighters.
Donna opened and slammed the door behind her. So sharp and sure, like Michael was no threat to her. It calmed me a little.
"Are you questioning Alpha Ryan's decision?" She was scolding him.
With equal force, he yelled back, "He's being careless of our safety. Who is she? Where is she from? How could he bring a rogue out to us? A rogue!"
Donna did not back down. "Oh, is he? So now that he's out patrolling, you're here bullying a she-wolf who almost died? Do you have no trust in our Alpha's judgment?"
Trust. The word stung, and I remembered how I could trust no one. Not even Donna or Ryan who seemed kind. But who were they really? This was my new life, and I would protect myself, starting right then. I was free from chains or anything holding me down.
I got out of the blanket. It seemed they had dressed me in a simple white dress that hung to my knees. Immediately I wondered if Ryan had seen me naked, which both scared and excited me.
I flushed at this thought. My body would have been perfect, without scars. He might have seen it even before I had...
Opening the door, I stepped out. Donna turned and looked at me. I was surprised to see Michael there, but also others milling about around other houses. Their homes were woven and mixed into the forest. I saw members of the Starstream pack both in human form and shifted.
Michael had stopped talking. He was staring at me, a little confused as if he had not expected me to appear. He was shorter than Ryan, very stout and strong. His face was in a grimace that looked natural to him.
I saw all the faces looking at me. At first, I didn't know what to do. I hadn't had an audience since the day I won the games that was supposed to prove I was the Luna.
"Michael, thank you for your concern for me. I will fulfill my duty to be part of this pack." I said, knowing that it would be safest to have a pack. Plus, I also knew having never heard of the Starstream pack, I could be sure they were not under Jacob's rule. I addressed the crowd. "Let me prove myself."
Everyone was watching him to see what Michael would say. "You? When we don't know who you are, or who could be looking for you?"
A few wolves started to howl in support of him. Someone in human form shouted, "You're weak, you're worth nothing. You're just another bitch!"
Someone else with a feminine pitch yelled, "We don't need any dead weight. We need warriors. She looks like she couldn't even fight for us! And we will protect her! No way!"
Michael was smirking, his squat face twist in glee, seeming unnatural for his face. He turned to the crowd as if he were incredibly diplomatic. Everyone got quiet. "Let her prove it. See if she can be any benefit to this pack. In three months, at the fight game, if she can win, she can stay."
The crowd echoed approval. A few more howls and cheers. It felt not for my sake as if they all just looked forward to watching me fail. I clenched my hands to fists.
Donna was standing beside me, shouting back, "Back off, you bastards! She's got to recover, how can she even train if she's still recovering?"
"I will fight." I said. They all looked at me. I raised my voice, "I will fight in these games!"
Donna quietly said beside me, "It's not the usual fight game, my dear. You would have to win to leave alive."
But I was not afraid of pain. I had already known the worst pain. I had already seen death and met the Mood Goddess. Taking a deep breath, I nodded. "I will fight. I will prove my right to live."
"No. She isn't going. " Everyone turned to the direction of the voice. It was Ryan. He was stepping out of the forest. Proceeding through the crowd, they made way for him, stepping back submissively. He didn't look at me. He glared at Michael, who slunk a few paces away. "If you have a problem, you can fight in the game alongside me, or you can fight here."
He stood beside me, his tall strong body radiating an intoxicating heat. I knew that he was ready to shift in an instant.
"Anyone?" He growled at the crowd.
Ryan's POV I stood before the crowd, daring anyone to challenge me to a fight. I even wanted it. I was angry. Rupert, my wolf, was about to seize control of me. I had not lost a fight since I was fourteen, and they all knew it. "Well! Who wants to fight me!" I shouted at them. Curse or not. No one would do harm to her. They could not cast her out, I would protect her. Alyson, my mate. There was no way I could witness dying, fear losing her when I'd only just found her. Yes, she's my mate. I could smell it. Her blood smelt sweet and delicious like vanilla and cinnamon bark.&nb
Alyson's POV Is he really standing up for me? I watched the crowd disappear as the pack avoided the fight with Ryan. He was so enormous, so radiating with ferocity. It was terrifying to behold, and yet incredibly impressive. My heart softened, especially remembering of Donna telling me how he took care of me. "No one will fight me? Then she stays." He growled, even as the crowd had mostly vanished. I had to figure out why. I could not believe that this man would protect a stranger so fiercely for nothing. He had to have a reason. He took on his entire pack, going against their wishes to see me fight in those games, seeing me die. But I could prove myself, I could
Alyson's POV "Let's take a carriage back." He said. I sensed something was wrong, but he explained before I could answer. "I feel a little dizzy." There was something fierce and far away in his eyes. I thought of how difficult it looked for him to shift back to Ryan. All It took was one howl, it was odd how much his human voice had the exact timber of a wolf as if he had not yet shifted back. We waited a few minutes, and a carriage pulled up.Michael was driving in the front seat. "You ok, Ryan?" He asked.Ryan was already getting himself in. "Yes, I just need to sit down a bit."There was a small road between the trees leading back to the village. It was a good idea in case a
Alyson's POV I saw the crazed desire in his face. Was it possible he was part of the Clan Alexander? Could he have a blood provider? I shuttered at the thought of him keeping another like I was kept. If there was another she-wolf of Clan Clark locked away like I had been, I would free her. Michael was quiet the rest of the way, and I was too lost in thoughts to care. There was so much stirring in my mind. I had to find out more. But if he had a blood provider, surely, he would not have responded so severely to my blood. It didn't make sense. No Clan Alexander deprived of the necessary Clan Clark blood for ten years would have been able to resist my blood. And I had been under his care this whole time.
Alyson's POV After his declaration that he liked me, we had avoided any talk of it. Donna had reentered the room, and so we were interrupted. Still, Ryan was around all the time, the unspoken words between us always caught up on other topics, like training.Ryan began training me every day, and I loved it. I loved to run and sweat and challenge my body like I hadn't before. We arrived at the training arena. He said, "Let's begin with ten laps, in human form today." I nodded, running around the clearing eagerly, although I was breathing hard by the third lap, and could hardly catch my breath by the fifth. Air burned my throat and lungs.&n
"Are you sure you're going to fight?" he said, breaking the moment. "Yes, that's why we've been training so much," I responded, wishing he'd look back into my eyes like in that moment before when his tawny eyes burned with a desire. "Am I not your best student?" "You're definitely the fastest learner I've ever seen." He was still on top of me. "So why worry so much?" "Because, in real fights, no one will be as nice as me." 'Oh, you're nice. Are you letting me win?" I said flirtatiously. My heart was beating. I was starin
Alyson's POVI was very afraid. But I wanted to try. "Donna, could you leave for a moment?""What?" She spluttered through tears. "I think I might be able to help, but I'd prefer if you leave." She looked a little baffled. "If you can help. Anything is worth a try." Unlike Michael, she was trusting. Nothing in her face held any suspicions of me. As soon as she stepped out of the cabin. I took some warm water in a cup. I poked at the cut on my wrist till I could get a few drops of blood into the water. I entered Ryan's room. It smelt like him there. I hesitated in the doorway, wondering i
Alyson's POV "What should I feel?" I asked, avoiding looking at him. "You didn't answer my question." I had to know how badly he wanted my blood, and if he had some twisted motives for me to care for him only so that he could use me. Like Jacob had. He was on a chair next to me, a piece of furniture that looked too small for him. He was leaning towards me, and I could feel his tawny eyes burrowing into me, wanting me to look back towards him. He reached out one of his large hands and touched my arm, pleading for me to look at him. "Are you going to answer?" I asked. "On that day I found you. I thought you were dead, but when I saw you move, it was as if my h
Alyson The pain is insurmountable. I fight through it, thinking of the pups that need me, that are clinging to the hope that I will always fight for them, and I won't disappoint them now. I turn over, laid out on the floor of the bathroom, the healer working at the cramps in my spine. I grab the towels, grab my own shirt, desperate to get through this sooner than later. My wolf whines and my heart hurts. "RYAN!" I need him, I want him, and I fear I can't do this ordeal without him beside me. I lay out, exhausted from the agony, crying inconsolably until I hear heavy steps parading through the bedroom. Soon, they find the healer and I in the bathroom, my eyes dizzy as I spot Ryan, naked and drenched in rainwater. My breath catches, curious if I am dreaming. "Right here, Alpha, come help me with this," the healer grunts. I feel my mate hold my head, pushing deep into my spine as I straighten my back out in reflex, feeling th
Ryan "Damn this weather," I mutter. The storm has yet to let up and in fact, I believe it's started pouring down harder, with more vigor, and still shows no signs of slowing for my benefit. "Have you tried linking to the healer?" Olivera asks, his antsy attitude not helping my worried state right now. "I mean, if you can't reach through the link to her, she might just be asleep and everything is okay—that could be possible, right? I mean, if you think about—" "Hush," I beg. "You're rambling again." "I'm sorry that I'm flustered," he grovels. "I'm just trying to keep calm." I raise my brow, trying to stay focused on my mate but I can't seem to shake this infatuation Olivera has had for my mate. I should ignore it, as I have in the past weeks, but something about being stuck in this small cave with him has my mind tethering off too many emotions at once. "Enlighten me, please," I sigh, shaking my head out at the storm. "What is this weirdly possessive, sympathetic binding you thi
Ryan I fight through the winds, the rain cascading over my warriors and me. It wasn't the best idea coming out during this type of storm but we lacked one natural ingredient that grows just south of the waterfall trail and then the cure would be complete for the last facility of rogues. I have healed slowly in my weeks of developing the cure, but I could use a dose myself. Thankfully it hasn't affected my poorly mate, spending most of her days passed out in bed until I force her to get up and move around a bit. It's been exhausting for her, but she is the patriarchy of a new family, the strongest she-wolf I know who is capable of carrying these pups. "Dammit, lover boy! Where are you?!" I barge out of the mouth of the cave where my warriors have been taking shelter from the monsoon outside. I see that rogue alpha in the distance, throwing his hands up in a small fit of rage. It's almost amusing if he didn't also sport a petrified look of angst as well. "Over here," I call out. H
Alyson It's hard to feel not included in the cure development, but I watch Ryan and Olivera get along for many consecutive weeks. At least I have that peaceful energy around, watching them work with the palace pack healers to help the rogues locked up in the facilities, still sick. Thankfully there wasn't an enormous outbreak and everything seems to have worked out. I can't help the feeling of doom, though, thinking about every time things were perfect, something horrible happened. I thought once we defeated Jacob and sent away Jennifer, everything would have worked out forever. I was wrong, but if none of that bad stuff happened, I wouldn't be pregnant. I fear these pups won't be okay, the healer making a daily visit, sometimes twice a day, at least to check on my progress. I worry everyday he will say something bad has happened and they're hurt, or worse. I would give my life for these two pups but I hope I don't have to. "Morning, sweeth
Alyson "Relax," Ryan coos, brushing my hair back. He has finally come to my side, forcing my eyes to stay on his, even as he paces his attention back and forth between me and the healer. I squeeze my mate's hand, feeling pressure build in my abdomen. "There you go, he's done." The healer removes his gloves, my eyes catching a glimpse of Olivera in the hall, seeing him pace frantically fast back and forth in the hallway. I look at my mate now, glimmering with sadness as he peers down at me. I know he feels like I've grown feelings for the rogue Alpha, and I haven't, but I can be sympathetic to the wolf who lost everything; just like I had. "Are the pups okay?" I breathe. Ryan flinches. "More than—more than one?" He watches the healer as though waiting to hear so magical, good news. "What is going on? Are they okay? How many are there? I—" The healer settles his hands together before his body, like a man with bad news. "It's hard to tell
Alyson Whatever causes the fight, I'm not exactly sure, but it breaks out anyways. Every single wolf in the courtyard has shifted, the movements so fast that I don't even release that I've been thrown out of the hecticness, my side slamming against the brick wall and my head smacking right up against it until I feel the blood flow from a cut on my temple. I curl into a ball, my hands instinctively curling to my stomach, so dazed that instead of being able to see what has caused this fight to break out, I only spot wolves tearing into one another, biting into flesh and blood being poured. Ryan, I reach through the mind link, not capable of spotting him through the haze in my eyesight. What the hell is going on? Rouges came from the pack lands; they must have been waiting to ambush. Where are you, mate? Get out of here! Go inside, now! I aim to sit up, my head so discombobulated that I can't even dictate which direction would take me bac
Alyson It only takes a moment for me to catch my breath, and another for me to sprint across the hall, watching Olivera struggle to stand, instead melting to the floor where he slams his fist against the tile floor—it cracks instantly under his bold knuckles. I dare flinch, seeing him so angry almost a warning for me to be careful, but I instead charge forward anyways. I grab his cheek, forcing him to meet my eyes, and he relaxes ever so slightly. When he does, I drag my palm across his face in a single, sharp slap. He jolts upright, standing suddenly and staring me down with a pure look of surprise written across his face. "What the hell was that for?" "That's for doing something so stupid," I growl, my fists trembling at my sides. "You could have died from that cure, Olivera, how dare you try something that risky in my palace?" "You might be the Luna, but you're not my Luna," he says, snide. "I am free to make any decision I want if
Alyson I find myself sitting in the hallway between office and bedroom. In one, my mate suffers with an ill mark on his shoulder and back, and in the other sits an enigma of a wolf. He has kissed me, he has fondled me, and unknown to us both, he has poisoned me while I was newly pregnant. If anything, I should hate the rogue Alpha, but I don't have it in me to leave him completely. So I sit in the hall between them both, curled up with my hands resting on my stomach as if I have already blossomed outward, waiting for one of my favorite Alpha's to wake up. If I leave here to be with one, and the other wakes, I'll feel guilty forever. For now, I wait, hearing steps breach my silent mediation between Alphas. "My Luna, why are you out of bed?" I hear Fritz hum, my eyes watered and wide, shocked to see him here of all places. We didn't exactly part on the most amicable of terms. "You're still looking pale." I wave off his words and
Alyson I try to fight Olivera from going into the office, but he easily grabs my wrist, twists it, and nudges me out the doorway. He's too smart and too strong for me right now, my head blotted with the sleepiness that I can't seem to shake. I grab at his arm, at his shirt sleeve, and dig my heals against the ground. He drags me a few paces before finally stopping. "You're a persistent little bug," he snaps, releasing my hands off of his shirt and giving me a stern look. "We have to find out what this cure does to an Alpha and as it stands, I'm the one best capable here of verbalizing the aftermath of taking this cure. If it makes things worse, so be it." I feel my heart patter to a screeching halt. "What does worse contain?" He looks to the healer, the vial on the desk nearby, and then back to meet my eyes. "I could die, of course, or I could only loose my wolf. I'm happy to put both on the line to see if this stuff is worthy of fixing Ryan, fi