“You cannot be serious!” Max screamed to her grandfather, for in her mind, training usually starts with basic introductions to punching. Well sort of. In school, they show the basicsml. Theoretical first and then comes the actual thing. Quentin Black did not share her idealism. “The Rogues will not wait until you are ready to defend yourselves.’’ Quentin said. He raised up her gloved hand and gestured his man to take their positions. They surrounded the three of them. Max looked around and panic started to engulf her. Hesther was not even bothered and Zayn was as calm as the sea. Maybe because they were trained since they were little. But her? She know nothing about violence. She was a law abiding citizen and she is a big believer of peace.Obvs, no one cared about that. If she survives this day, she will have to scold her moth
Quentin Black could not believe his own eyes. Even Hesther, who, after being called out of the battleground became interested in the unexpected turn of events. In front of all of them stood a silver wolf. It’s hair was translucent almost shining and it is very angry right now. It’s sharp fangs are all on display and its eyes are blue and it’s wolf aura was now a blazing blue. The people in the shack went still as the waters of the sea before a tsunami. They all cannot believe what they are all seeing right now. Twenty meters. That was distance of the wolf from where Max was standing a split second ago. Max was gone. “Did she just?” Hesther broke the amusement. “Yes, she sure did.” “That is impossible. No one managed t
Max stood in the middle of the arena. Drenched in sweat but she was not exhausted. She was rather feeling exhilarated. All her senses were working a thousand times better and sharper. She looks around her and sees the limp bodies that she had just thrown like rag dolls that were unwanted. The rest of them were still in their wolf form, too tired to transform back. She was searching for Zayn. Max found him lying on his back. With bruises and wounds all over his pretty face. She walked towards him, avoiding to step over any more men. She had done enough damage today. “Zayn..” He was passed out. “Aw, pretty boy did not see you bring down the house.” Hera said. “You and I will sort things out,okay?” “Over milkshake, or else, we won’t be talking.”
“Well that was a blast.” That statement came from one of the four house staffs that were stationed to serve the watchers in the shack. The fight was now over and Quentin was on the phone. He was far away from Hesther and the rest , so they cannot hear what he was talking over to the person on the line.“Was it?” Hesther asked, obviously pissed out that Max was getting all the attention.“Yes, Miss Randolf.” One woman had the nerve to talk back. The staff at the villa did not like her here and she was well aware of the fake warm welcome that she was getting. It was all because she was with her brother and as usual, Zayn is better favored than anywhere else. She needed to blow off steam.She then picked up her gears and headed towards the villa. Away from any eaves droppers, she calls someone.“I’ll be there in an hour. I need you. Yes, the bitch had successfully transfo
Zayn woke up with every ounce of his body in pain. His vision was blurry and he could hear voices. He could hear a voice of a woman in close proximity to him and two other male voices. One was his father’s and on belonged to the Quentin Black. He could feel his body slowly regaining back tje strength and agility it had lost during the battle. He hope Max did not suffer the same injuries he had. He passed out soon enough to find out. They were in a heated argument.“You! You told me that it will be alright! You and your ways!You have almost cost me a son! ““Calm down, he is alright. Minerva is the best healer and you know her.”“I know Minerva’s abilities. I do not have doubts on her, it is you I have a problem with!”" For f*cks sake, he is alive!" "What if he died in battle? What would you do?" Gustav was not having any of the excuses that Quentin Black was offering. He waw too
Betty, no matter how much time she had spent away from Teresa knew how to figure out if she was anxious and under immense amount of stress. She was the one who birthed her and raised her. Every nook and cranny of her daughter's behaviour she knew all too well. She might have spent a long time in Manhattan, but old habits die hard. Teresa fidgets her thumb a lot. She had been doing that the moment they left the Black’s property.Leaving your child in the care of complete strangers was not a good feeling for any mothers. Admittedly, Quentin Black is no stranger. He is Max's grandfather but Teresa and Max have never been separated like this since she was born. Mothers of any species tend to be protective of their young. She had been like Teresa now. She hovered a lot and did not gave her own daughter the chance to live her life. Maybe it was her fault why she had gone all the way with Clay. They tend
“Hera?” No answer. Max admits that she had been irrational and a complete jerk when she decided to turn her off like that. Hera saved her ass in that battlefield and Hera had healed her. According to the woman that introduced herself as a healer, Hera did most of the job. Max felt horrible for being mean to her.“Hera? Look, I am sorry...please comeback..” She is now alone in her room after the healer had left. Lying on the massive bed and feeling a whole lot better than she previously was.“Hera, where are you, I know it was a jerk move...”“Gurl, what are you blubbering about?” “Oh, thank goodness you are still here!” Max was almost crying in relief. “ I am sorry.”“Apology accepted. It will take more than attitude to drive me away, besides, I cannot do that, we are bonded since you were born.” W
Max’s POV: I am Maxine Teresa Shepard-Black. My parents are Teresa Elizabeth Shepard and Constantine Clayton Black. I think, my grandparents like the fact that my parents have two names so when I was born, i was named with two names too. Mom never used her second name and dad was , I was informed better known to his peers as Constantine. Only my mother and the closest of friends call him Clay or Clayton. My grandmother is a widower with only one child, that was my mom. However, grandfather was a controversial person in the wolf world. She and grandmother were both very influential but Quentin Black is a on different level. From what I have heard, he had strings of women and had a number of offspring. I have seen him once. My uncle, the beta of the Black pack.
Funny how I look back and look at myself in the mirror now. I did not want to go here. I even considered leaving my mom in the car that day. I am just glad that I did not do that. Because if I did, I have never known how much my parents loved me that they had to do selfless acts of love to keep me.Now, my standard with love is high. If you can’t be loyal to me like my mother or if you cannot lay down your life for the people you hold close to your heart--that is not love. Nit even fucking close.My father was now back in our life. He was no longer disheveled and he had gained weight because my grandmother never stopped cooking for him. Every day, Betty Shepard never fails to get up in the morning to bake or hunt for game so Clayton will get better. I honestly think that we all gained weight too. No one can resist my grandmother’s cooking. It will take sheer will power and on hell of determination to do so. He looks way,way better now. He looks like the man in the portrait in the vill
Max’s POVI had one hell of a day. I was sore, but nothing that the sweet Minerva Jones cannot fix. She whipped me up something from her little portable drawer like bag of potions and dropped a few of it’s yellow content in my tea. She reminded me of professor Snape from my favorite sequel, Harry Potter. The only difference was, miss Minerva was a happy soul. Snape was grumpy. After consuming it, I instantly felt better and my bruises and small scrapes vanished almost instantly. It did not taste good, but most medicines do not. And that us a fact. My mother left me with her care because she had to make sure that I will be given a lot of nourishment for dinner tonight. I am well aware that the kitchen will be very busy tonight with the turn up of guests and the number of men in the infirmary. They will all be needing nourishing as much as I do. Knowingmy mother, she will personally see to it that I will be served first. Teresa , unfortunately, how magnificent her battle strategy and
The heavy iron door creaked open. I did not expect any visitors today. It was my half brother together with Vlad, the leader of the Rogues. To what I owe the pleasure of an unprecedented visit, I did nit fully understand. And just when I thought that my little hell could not fit any more evil creature, a tiny woman slithered in. I do not recognize her, but seeing that she was clinging into Vlad’s arm like a viper, my instincts tell me that she was with them, not forced or coerced. The child was no more older than my Max. This girl should not even be here. “This place stinks, oh, is this who I think he is?” The girl sounded giddy and very young. “Yes, Hesther.The famed Constantine Clayton Black.” Vlad confirmed. So, her name is Hester. This was the first time that Vlad allowed my cell to be opened and for other ‘guests’ inside. He would normally have me dragged outside whenever he fancies beating me up. But , over the years , they also had developed a way with me. They would starv
I hear a woman's voice. I know that voice. “Max.”"Max." I woke up. Somehow, I do not remember signing up for a nature trip. Everything that I see was either green or colorful. Or colorful flowers that I have never seen. I even saw some that were impossibe to grow in a climate like Alabama. This is a wonderful garden. I do not recall the villa to have this garden. If it had a garden as beuatuful as this one, I am sure that Elsa could have at least mentioned its existence to me. It had beautiful gardens and landscapes but it was nothing compared to this. All that is missing is good book and a hammock. Ah. My flesh seemed so light and free. Damn, I was wearing a tunic. It was soft, flowing and it smelled really great. Hang on, I just remembered that I was in a battle and I made Hera work with me. My stomach felt like I had lead in it and my throat was parched.“Am I ---”“Dead?”Pinch me, I just saw Hera. I know it was her even if I did not, even once saw her in her human form. She
Through a number of arms and legs that try to attack me, I could still see Zayn behind me. He was an excellent fighter having been training since he ad first learned to walk, but he was not a hybrid like me. My stamina is worth a hundred fold than any of these men who were attacking me. I tried to block some and pushed many. As much as possible, I did not want to hurt them as they were just obeying orders from the alpha’s and were clearly motivated by the price on my head.“Zayn?! You good?” I screamed at him while giving a massive bloke an uppercut to stop him from trying to hug me from behind.“Yeah! You?” I saw his bruises and cuts. And one attacker had transformed into a wolf and cut his arm with his claws. That was the fucking it for me. I transformed into my wolf and attacked everyone near Zayn. He was bleeding profusely. I howled and asked them to stop, but they kept going. They leave me with no choice. I am not going to let them lay another finger or paw on my mate.“Hera.
Zayn’s POV“I wanted everything that you have. Everything.”These were my youngest sister’s words and it kept on circling and reverberating on my head long after they were gone. My sister grew up to a wonderful family where she was adored, loved and given all the comforts of life. She almost always gets what he want. My father did not have the heart to stop her whenever she demanded anything from him. Had our mother be still alive, maybe she won’t end up like this. Mothers dicipline better and those with mothers like Max grow up to be better persons. I miss my mother. “She said she wanted everything.” I know that Max was behind me. Since we have accepted each other to be mates, I can feel her presence even from afar. “This is hard for you. I do not really like your sister, but she is still your sister. We will get her back, okay? I think she is not in this on her own accord. It is not too late.”"Yeah." I agreed. " She is not a fan of yours either. I guess she really wanted the spot
We were in the middle of arguing regarding my grandfather’s actions and my grandmother’s accusing him of using everyone to get what he wanted. Control over all the existing packs. That we did not notice Uncle Borris and Hesther walked in together.“No need to fight.”Every one stopped. “Who told you that you could barge in here, with her” Quentin snapped at Hesther who does not seem to care that she just walked in to something of serious matter. “and act like this, how dare you?” Quentin raised his hand to slap his tall, pale and lanky son. He did not flinch. In fact, he grinned. Not the boyish type of grin, but a lopsided type of grin that can send shivers up to the spine. He was creepy when he smiled. His teeth were small and was set apart.“Sit.” He commanded.“I would do as he says if I were you.” Hesther suggested, popping the bubble gum that she had been toying in her mouth. If bitch was a person then she is the exact replica of the word.Zayn took her sister by the arm in an
Six in the morning. Max barely slept. She spent the whole night exploring her womanhood, i the middle of her exhausted sleep, Clay was talking to her.When she heard her father’s message. He was alive. He was obviously not well , but the thing to celebrate here is that he is alive!He was able to send back a message to her!“I am here, Maxine? I am here. Tell your mother that I love her, I love you both. Tell father to come for me, The rogues have taken me, I do not have any idea where but I know this is in the forest.”Maxine bolted up from her bed, snatched up a robe from her closet and hastily went downstairs where she knew that they would all be. She ran down the hallway, through the stairs barefoot, the satin robe billowing as she moved.They were having coffee as the house staff fills the breakfast table with bacon, toast and eggs and sausages. Max’s mouth went dry when she smelled the food that she almost forgot the sense of decorum that she had.“Max, honey, are you alright?”
Fred gave me a hug. It was more of a bear hug than just a hug. Aron was again, grinning his stupid boyish grin as he watched how Fred locks me into one of his favorite form of a happy expression. Hugging.“I knew it! Max was your mate!” He jumped up and down like he would in a trampoline. “Fred, chill, it is as if you do not know our man here, he can kiss a girl and leave her hanging.” True. That was true. Zayn used to do that a lot. He gets a lot of women and he gets bored easily. But what these two are waiting for was the confirmation straight from the horses mouth. They have never seen their friend behave the way he does around Max. With Max he wanted everything to be smooth as butter. “Was she the one?” Aron was rubbing her palms together. This is his habit since they were children whenever something relevant and exciting is about to unveil. He never outgrown it. “Did you two just make a bet?” He chuckled. He would be disappointed if they did not. “Well, yeah. A thousand buck