Alexandra"He's going to need a name, you know." Jem states from his place behind the wheel. Tucked into the corner of one of the backseats I'm playing with the dirty white little ball in my lap. The kitten is so adorable I feel like I might combust with his cuteness. It is a boy. I checked earlier when I had nothing to call the little animal and calling it thing, like Ryder does, is not okay. It's a living breathing creature not a thing. Humming to the kitten I brainstorm some names out loud seeing if anything sticks. "Ace?" no. "Bandit?" the kitten sinks its tiny fangs into my finger. I'll take that as a no. "Spades?" he bites down harder. "Ow, okay I get it." I tell him trying to extract my finger from his mouth. "Hmmm. Boggart?" laughing I shake my head at myself. "No, that's not it. Come on buddy help me out here." Kitten only blinks at me. Sighing I look to the front of the car where Hunter reaches forward to change the radio channel. My gaze lands on the word tattooed on his ri
HunterFuck you for making me think for a single second that I'm not.Her words ring in my head. It's hard to swallow through the lump in my throat. My chest constricts and every beat in my chest drives her words in further. We made her think she wasn't enough. To know that she ever, for even a second, felt like she wasn't good enough because of us. It makes me sick.There's so much pain in her eyes. Looking at the grown woman in front of me all I see is a child that was forced to grow up. I can see the hurt turn to anger inside her. Can see her distrust and hate for me and my brothers. It makes the anger in my own chest raise its head. She left us without even saying goodbye. Never telling us why. She ran. Then almost ten years later she shows up, doesn't seek us out and acts as if we're the monsters. Refuses to tell us where she's been or what's happened to her. Doesn't apologize or try to explain. She doesn't get to hate us for trying to keep her safe. She wasn't even happy to se
Alexandra Back stiff and neck aching, I push off the floor to sit back against the door. I am seriously missing the fluffy cloud of a bed behind it. After Hunter took a knife to my heart yesterday, I opted to sleep on the floor rather than next to one of them.Sometimes I wished you were dead.Yeah, me too. Wouldn't say I'm suicidal or anything. I wouldn't take a gun to my own head but if someone were to run up to me in the street and put a gun against my forehead I wouldn't beg them not to pull the trigger. I wouldn't do anything really. You're just a ghost with a beating heart.It's the most accurate way anyone has described me in a long time. I never meant to come back and haunt them but it doesn't make much of a difference. From the looks of this house, it seems I have haunted these walls for longer than I've lived in them."Sleep well?" Jeremy gets to his feet from where he slept on the floor a couple of paces away from me. He rubs the back of his neck and cracks it once. Twice.
Alexa"Tried to?" Mr. Rux questions, his voice calm but eyes burning. Lowering my gaze all I can do is nod. I don't want them to know. Any of them. Not now, not ever. How weak I was. What a coward. To have let it go that far. To have stayed that long."What happened?" Mr. Rux tries again. Trying to calmly probe an answer out of me with kindness. He has an idea of what my relationship with Sebastian was like.Abusive."For the sake of my pack, of this town, I need you to tell me exactly what happened." I hear his heavy steps as he moves around the counter. Shade's there in a second halting Mr. Rux before he reaches me. Shade rivalling Ryders height towers over the pack leader. Mr. Rux stares at me over Shades shoulder. "Alexandra. Please."My eyes widen at the word. I have never heard him use it and by the surprised intakes of breath by the others in the kitchen I wager they haven't either. At least not often.I nod.Reluctantly Shade steps aside. Mr. Rux grabs the bar stool next to mi
RyderAlexandra's protests fall on deaf ears. Dad's right. Making her a member of the pack is the easiest way to protect her from another gang. That would mean she belongs to us. They can't demand we hand her over. I still have no idea who Alex ran from or what gang we're dealing with but if dad's worrying about it, it can't be good."Fuck no!" Alex shouts as she shoots off the bar stool and backs away from us shaking her head in disbelief. "You can't honestly be considering this? I won't do it! You can't make me!""Don't be so stubborn girl. It's for your own protection or would you like to be handed over to him?" father snaps at her.She huffs out a cold laugh. The sound is broken and tired. I can see it in her eyes. She's so tired. My beautiful angels' wings are broken. She's forgotten what it feels like to fly. Because he locked her in a too small cage where her wings grew until they broke against the bars."You're crazy if you think a tattoo will make him give up. He'll wage war
AlexaThe fear of me toppling over is very real. The entire room spins around me. My emotions have been strapped into a rollercoaster and they're not being let off any time soon. Three of the men I hate most in the world are on their knees before me swearing a blood oath to protect me. Always.The word reverberates through my bones all the way up to my skull rattling my brain around with the force of it. The thump in my chest is almost painful. My mind can't put together what I've been so certain of all these years and their behaviour now. Past and present doesn't match. It's as if someone's taken two puzzles and tossed the pieces into the same pile scrambling them together. Here I am, picking up pieces that don't fit.They rise together, moving as one. Shade goes to the kitchen bringing back a glass of water. Since my body remains unmoving, he gently lifts it to my lips. The cool liquid does wonders for my parched throat. Croaking out a small thank you I take the glass from him and d
Jeremy Dylan easily flips the Boston shaker, showing off his skills for a couple of girls leaning against the bar and watching him with dreamy expressions. I'm pretty sure one of them is actually drooling."Dude, we're fine here. Head out, see your girl, stake your claim or whatever." He says tossing a wink at the girls. I need to leave for the pack house now if I don't want to be late. Something tells me that all four of us are going to have to be there tonight to keep Lexie from bolting. She's been an angry flight risk ever since she came back into town. I don't think what's going to go down tonight will put us back in her good graces. She seemed against the idea but we don't have much choice. We'll do anything to protect her, whether she likes it or not. In this case, not. Lexie will be pissed, but hopefully she'll get over it. Presumably the day it saves her life. Although."Alright, I'm out. See ya tomorrow!" I call over my shoulder walking out the door. Starting up my truck I t
AlexaTwo thoughts circle each other in my head. Fighting the other to take up the most space. To get to the forefront of my mind.1. Gregorio Gild is alive.2. I'm going to kill the guys.Jeremy's arm snakes around my middle drawing me flush against him. Keeping me from escaping. There's really no need. This place is full of wolves. If I tried to run I wouldn't get very far. Part of me is warm and limber from Jem's words. It would be so easy to sink into him. But the other part of me is furious. That part is very much aware of Jeremy's charm and is screaming at me not to trust him, punch them all, take my chances and run.Ryder's face is cold and determined as he turns toward us. With swift steps he approaches and takes me from Jeremy. As he bends slightly to throw me over his shoulder, I let my rage and desperation fuel me. My knee comes up and slams into Ryder's ribcage. He doesn't even grunt. Blinking I'm hanging upside down slamming my fists into Ryder's muscled back trying to do