The word run had just left my mouth when the door was broken down by three wolves. None of them were Max.
They tore poor Kevin into shreds and ate the evidence. Which was making me feel a bit sick and woosey, until I realized I had just taken a bite out of Kevin not too long ago. Max would be proud of me. I could feel my confidence climbing but the reality of Max not being my knight in shining armor brought me crashing back down to earth.
I was standing by the door, sniffing the air for his warm scent that I knew as home. All I got was stale beer and truckers in need of good deodorant. Yuck.
"She just sniffed the air?"
"She totally did!"
"Luna, he's not here. We couldn't chance it."
I looked back to find Henry, Lacey, and Laura talking. It was weird enough I knew that they were on their way, and even more eerie to realize I could trust them in their wolf form, but I almost fainted when I could hear them speak like the
Henry snickered as he noticed my awareness to his best friend, and Alpha's, scent. "He couldn't stay away. Luna whipped." Lacey seemed to calm when she got a whiff of Max's scent. She wouldn't have to deal with me on the back of her mate for much longer. It was oddly intimate knowing how Lacey felt when she felt it. One moment I was only thinking of Max and then all the sudden I just knew what her feelings were. Her sense of ease. She took in a deep breath and I felt like my lungs filled with air and the release on the exhale that relaxed the tension she had been holding in her body. When I turned my attention to Laura though, I felt her body stiffen. Like something was off. Her mind was racing with a million possibilities like: someone using Max's scent to lure us or Max being too impatient to wait for me. Those were the only two scenerios that made scense to me, but she had rival packs on her mind and something about the prophecy. Then,
Breathe. I had to tell my lungs to function the way they normally do. Or at least it felt like I had to, since I was having an all out panic attack. He's seen me naked. Max has seen me completely naked. Max has seen me completely naked and didn't want to see any more of me because he had thrown a shirt over me and tucked me under the covers and left. Oh no! What if he did not like what he saw? What if he was turned off by the sight of me? I'm so gangly and was so dirty and gross from the incident with Jamie, to Kevin basically kidnapping me. Kevin. Kevin was dead because of me. Because he wanted me. And he wanted me when I looked and smelled like shit. He was torn into pieces! What if he was the only man that would ever like the sight of me? My "friends" may have killed the one guy that thinks I'm hot. Get it together. You are a hot mess, but you are also hot. I was hearing
My breath hitched as the door bedroom door closed and I heard the click of the lock.If I thought my mom looked bad, Max looked much worse. Although, in all fairness, his worst was still sexy. The man could be covered in blood and dirt and I'm one hundred percent sure I'd want to climb him like a tree.He stood there by the door, like a stone. His hand still on the handle of the door he had just locked and his eyes were locked on me. I looked like hell and now understood my mom a bit more. I will carry a toothbrush and hair brush from now on.I was sitting up with the comforter in my lap. My hands started to comb through my hair like a mad woman and when I hit a knot I clearly showed the pain. Honestly, it was not that painful but it was an unconscious reflex to wince in pain. I would have rolled my eyes at myself but Max was next to me before I could do that. My sarcasm and pain gone at the touch of his fingers to my head."Are you okay? Please do
"Post traumatic stress syndrome, also known as PTSD, happens not only to our veterans coming home from war, but to victims of rape, emotional and physical abuse, foster children that don't know if they will have a roof over their heads that night. A safe one that provides food and nurturing as they should be receiving but rarely do." my mother explained to Tara's mom and Ginny. Ginny looked like she was about to jump out of her skin. It was clear that she didn't like going out of her comfort zone and since her cousin arrived with her daughter, Ginny has been a fish out of water. She shuffled her feet in the uncomfortable plastic folding chairs I brought in so they could sit with Tara. I slept on the recliner every night, and by sleep I mean, I watched her continue to breathe. Watched the machines monitor her heart rate. Held her hand and apologized a million times kissing each finger tip. "So this is why Tara isn't waking up?" I could feel my mom
My body felt warm. I didn't need to open my eyes to know that my mate was holding me. I felt whole.I tried to move my hand a little bit but it took a lot more effort than it should have. It was akin to being buried in the sand at the beach. Only even my eyes refused to open, like they had been glued shut.I felt trapped and alone, but then I heard Max's whispers to me."Come back to me, my little mate." My mate is truly swoon worthy."I need you, Luna. I need to be with you. I need to fuck you."I felt all tingly as his fingers ran up and down the back of my open gown."You are mine. My Luna. My soul mate. My everything."I wanted to shiver but my body stayed still. But my heart felt like it was going faster and faster with each of his sweet nothings whispered to me."I think she can hear you." A familiar female voice said. It sounded muffled. "Her heart beat is spiking every time she hears your voice."I he
Max's POV My Beta and best friend, Henry, had been running the pack while I stuck by my soon to be Luna's side. She was in and out of it. I thought she had heard what I said but even awake she would zone out and I could feel her distance from me, even though she was in my arms. Henry mind linked me saying he had some urgent business to discuss. I was mildly interested to be honest because everything I wanted and needed was finally in my arms. I didn't want to leave until she was better. I couldn't stop myself from running my fingers from her lips to her fingers. I'd traced every inch that I knew wouldn't being violating my love, so much so that I could sketch her and I'm not an artist. But if Henry needed me, I knew it had to be an emergency. I invited him to the hospital and stook outside her door. Her mom and Ginny were in there everyday with me. My mom, being the amazing Luna that she is, took extra care of our future Luna. Her futur
Tara's POVI was startled awake by Laura who was changing into a hospital gown. Worry etched her face and although she didn't know it, I was able to read her loud and clear.'This isn't going to work. This isn't going to work. We're all gonna die. Why did I agree to this? To being the sitting duck? What if our intel is wrong? No. Beta or not, he's going to pay for the consquences'Her mind was all over the place but it was clear that she didn't trust Henry. When I felt her pinch me I opened up my eyes feigning surprise at her being here."What's going on, Laura? Why are you here in a hospital gown? You can visit me in regular clothing, you know that right?""Sorry Luna, we don't have time for joking around right now, I need you to get dressed. Like, now." She snapped her fingers loudly in my face and I held up my hands."Okay, okay! I'm moving. But I'm attached to these annoying machines and have an IV drip that we'll
"Max, I can't go any further tonight. We've been switching buses, trains, and now boats for hours. I need some time to, to process, everything." We had been going for what felt like eternity, but in reality it had only been about a days worth of travel. "No, I'm sorry my little mate. We can't stop. Not until we get there." I nodded as Max pulled me along to get onto an airplane. I could tell we were headed north because of the cold weather. My sense of direction felt completely wonky but the fact that we needed passports made me believe we were on our way to Canada. I sat next to him on the tiny charter plane with tears welling up in my eyes. "We're almost there. A few more stops." Max squeezed my hand. "I promise you. You can do this. We can do this. Together." "What is this? Us? What are we doing?" I was hungry and tired and still hadn't told him about my wolf, my new senses, or what Ginny said. I felt like my insides were boiling and I couldn
Dear Reader, My editor and the people of GoodNovel haven't resonded to a single email or checked my edits in over 2 months now. They own Middle Land but they haven't been forthcoming about anything else. They refused to acknowledge my completed work that was up for competition: Talk Dirty to Me.They said this book would sign as exclusive and it's non-exclusive, so I don't get the benefits of being a writer from this story. I'm writing it because of my sheer love of reading and writing romance novels. I'm on Dreame with a very popular story: My Teacher, My MateYou can search for me under Molly Chu or the title above.I'm on WattPad under my new pseudonim: Kat JamesI've won prizes for my works on other websites and been offered to ghost write for a well-known, published books in hardback and softback, and so this might be my last novel on here and it's actually getting offers elsewhere so I might move over to another platform soon and finish this novel on there because I highly d
"Max." I tried to say playfully but my tone was anything but playful. "You know what I need. You, my Alpha," letting his title as the top dog, so to say, linger on my tongue in a more sexy tone. I was wrapped up in a giant bath towel trying not to cough from how tight Max's hand was on my throat. He towered over me, it was like his body was becoming more beastly and muscular. And even taller! How was this possible? "All things are possible, little mate." I did feel small compared to him when he wrapped his arms around me, bringing me in for a hug. Which was exactly what I needed. I'd never felt safer or more loved. It was a feeling of home. The last time I felt like this was with my dad. "Me too." Max voice broke, "yeah I was kind of a dick to my dad before he died. Worked up over something stupid about turning 18 and the responsibilities that come with being the leader of the pack." "I hugged my dad before he died. You know that feeling you get when something just feels off? L
The bath water was getting cold, but as much as I wanted to move, I couldn't. I felt this urge to be given permission. Like a child asks from their parents. Wait, was this what it means to have "daddy issues"? I thought to myself. Before I could even remember that I was not alone in here, I heard scoff and then a chuckle. "Max?" "Yes, my Queen?" He was in the shower after cleaning up everything in the living room. I had been in this bath a long time. Too long. "I'll tell you when you can get out of the bath." "Could you, um, maybe, stop listening to my every thought?" I was not as assertive or confident in myself and I couldn't seem to shake it. "Please, Max?" A low growl made my stomach turn into knots. I dunked my head under the water in fear. I felt the bubbles leave my nose as I let my last bit of air out and knew if I tried to breathe now I would fill my lungs with water so I pinched my nostrils with my thumb and index finger. All the sudden I felt cold and and out of bre
I flet like my body was floating in the Dead Sea. So saturated with salt, there was nothing I had to do but be present. Allow my body to float. Trust that the salty sea water will keep me a float. Or in my case, I had to trust my mate. His hands gripped my back as he came again. "Holy Moon Goddess! Fuck!" His hot load shot up inside of me, hitting a button that could only be THE button; the g-spot. Each time he did this, I bit his neck so hard there were spots of broken blood vessels and bruises starting to form. But this time it was too intense. My body shook fervently under Max's human self, I let out a loud cry of pain and pleasure as he moaned in my ear from my pelvic floor contracting and relaxing, allowing him to slip out of me and leave me. It was as though a part of me was missing without us conntected like that. But this time I bit down and left a mark. My canines had distended only for a moment and then retracted just as quickly. My lips kissed that spot. "You making it
My body felt like it was floating in the Dead Sea. So saturated with salt, there was nothing I had to do but be present. Allow my body to float. Trust that the salty sea water will keep me a float. Or in my case, I had to trust my mate. His hands gripped my back as he came again. "Holy Moon Goddess! Fuck!" His hot load shot up inside of me, hitting a button that could only be THE button; the g-spot. Each time he did this, I bit his neck so hard there were spots of broken blood vessels and bruises starting to form. But this time it was too intense. My body shook fervently under Max's human self, I let out a loud cry of pain and pleasure as he moaned in my ear from my pelvic floor contracting and relaxing, allowing him to slip out of me and leave me. It was as though a part of me was missing without us conntected like that. But this time I bit down and left a mark. My canines had distended only for a moment and then retracted just as quickly. My lips kissed that spot. "You making it
Growling, the mid shift beast in front of me was still half man and half beast, but all Max. Ripped abdominal muscles, big strong arms, his hands looked like they were in transition, just like his face, and feet, and other parts. I was on edge, feeling like I couldn't hold it in any longer, but knowing I had to wait for him to grant me permission to let go. I don't honestly know what that means because I could end up cumming or peeing or anything at this point. My body was wound tight and only he held the power to allow me to relax. "Your mine and mine alone now, little mate." Each word he said made my stomach knot. Each punctuation hitting me again and again. It was deliciously torturous. A raw nerve being touched again and again sending bolts of lightening through my body wasn't just like a tongue flicking my clit kind of pleasure, but also like overloading my senses. A pain unlike anything I knew. All the sudden Max jumped up with such inertia that I started to fall onto my bac
Werewolves display submission to their Alpha by lowering their heads to the side, showing their most vulnerable spot on their neck. Just one bite or swipe by an Alpha's paw would lead to certain death; but I wasn't submitting to my Alpha the way a pack member submits. They show they aren't going to fight the Alpha, follow orders (even if they don't agree with them or like them), and most importantly won't challange the Alpha for his position. They submit to being part of the pack. I was submitting to my Alpha as his queen. Only to love the man and the beast that entwined were my mate. Not for better or for worse. Forever. No questions asked. This submission was completely different, and way hotter. I could barely keep myself together forcing myself to stay still because I knew that to my Alpha was to submit to my partner completely. To allow them to take control and trust in them. Have faith in their knowledge of me. This was a total power exchange. This meant that all decisions are m
I turned to the door and ran at it with full force. My weakened body made a thud noise. I slid down the unopened door that had not budged or bent with my blow. I crouched down with my back on the door and pulled my knees into my chest. I let my head fall and the tears to continue to flow. I sniffled trying to pull all of my sweat, tears, blood, and snot back into my body without any luck. But my right nostil opened up just enough for me to catch a calming scent. A unique scent. His scent. My Alpha. Of course that scent would calm me now. I was at his at his mercy now that I had changed. If the research I had read and documentaries I had watched with Ginny were based in truth, that would mean my whole demeanor could be altered by my Alpha's scent, or better known as pheromones. This tidbit of information made it difficult to breathe, not wanting to have this impact my way of being. But it already had. I felt calmer. I had stopped crying. Licking my tears and snot away, I mumbled,
The chill behind me was from the lack of my Alpha's warm body. A door slammed and I was left alone and cold. Tears welled up in my eyes. My head started to pound as if it were matching the beat of my heart, just louder. My fingers gathered together tightly into fists at my sides, as the heat of wanting my mate dimmed. A wild fire of frustration burned deep within me. So deep it hit the anger of my father's death. My father. A good man. A man that was my rock for so long. A man who apparently had to die for this whole bull crap prophecy to happen. Tears streamed down my face without apology as my body shook from the deep dark crevasse that my Alpha's rejection and abandonment of me had opened. A wound only recently created by the death of my father and having to move from my home to a strange town. A wound that had only just begun to scar over. But my Alpha's actions had cut it open again and possibly he made it even deeper this time. Alone. I was alone. Unwanted. A fatherless daugh