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Third Person's POV Joey lies in his bed facing the window, his back toward the door. He's as awkward as it comes. Not only is his tongue cut out, and he walks with a limp, he's left-handed. It was just another thing for kids to tease him about.It seemed the world always had something to tease him about. Everything he did was wrong. He could look at someone, and they would claim he looked at them the wrong way. The Omega lay in bed, his right hand propped his head up as his left hand moved vigorously across the thick sheet of paper, sketching, thumb caressing the charcoal color and shading needed areas. As more time passed, the image became clearer. Long dreads past the shoulders, pulled up around the face, and clamped just behind his head. His sharp eyebrows became a mirror image, and he moved on to his thin and beautiful nose. His beautiful face came to life. His gorgeous dreadlocks, facial hair, and eyes that held so much emotion came to life on paper. Joey felt his eyes burn a
Third Person's POV When Joey pulled back from the kiss, he was a ball of excitement. The little Omega had the biggest smile on his face, which made the Alpha's heart soar. Tate reached up and caressed the Omega's cheek. “Why don't you talk with your mouth?” Tate asked softly, and the Omega’s smile disappeared as he looked down. “Hey, I didn't mean to upset you. It's just. I thought you didn't talk because your tongue was completely gone, but it's not.” Tate said, and Joey became uncomfortable. He didn't like talking about his tongue. He didn't like anyone mentioning it. It made him want to disappear or run away. When Joey tried to climb off Tate, the Alpha wrapped his arms around him tighter and gently held his face.“I'm sorry! I'm not trying to upset you, I'm just trying to understand.” “I can't pronounce the words properly when I try to talk. People can't understand me. I sound stupid, and they make fun of me. My voice is ugly, so I don't talk.” Joey said through the link and
Third Person's POV The curtains begin sliding open from the center out. As it does, Grayson and Coal's stomachs drop as it reveals the so-called merchandise. Whimpers were heard from the stage as the nearly naked Omegas and Delta 3s were shoved forward. Some moved forward as if this wasn't their first time, and others stumbled and fell as they were shoved. The only thing on their bodies were tiny pink thongs that barely covered anything and were at least one size too small. Grayson looked down when he saw the two females standing on the stage, trying to cover their breasts. Unfortunately, when they tried, they were hit with a whip, which promptly made them uncover themselves. “Don't worry, we're using our gentlest whip, and he's not hitting them too hard. We don't want to damage the merchandise too much before you purchase it.” The tall, slender man said.When Grayson looked up, he forced himself to look at each person standing on the stage. They were incredibly underweight and tre
Third Person's POV The Delta 3 opened his eyes, terrified, when he saw the Alpha's glowing red eyes. He squeezed his eyes closed, terrified to look at him and afraid of what he would do to him. He knows he messed up. It's been a long time since he tried to run away. He knows the punishment for running away is one of the harshest punishments. The fact that it will come from this particular Alpha makes it even worse. His shoulders shake as he begins crying. He feels the Alpha stand and feels the bruising grip he has on his body as he holds him tight against him. His fear rises when he hears the Alpha growl. It was so loud and so deep, it was terrifying! His aura is incredibly strong, stronger than any he had ever felt. With an aura this strong, the Delta feared he might not survive an Alpha command from him, not with how weak he is.As soon as the Alpha climbs into the car, his grip loosens, and the Delta hurries out of his lap and falls onto the floor. He's quick to kneel and bends o
Delta 3's POV You would think I would be used to the cold, but I'm not. Goosebumps stand prominent on my body as I sit in the corner with my knees up to my chest and arms wrapped around my legs. I try everything I can to warm myself, but it's impossible. My stomach sinks when I hear the voices of the guards, prep staff, and makeup crew entering. I immediately get on my knees with my hands in my lap, head down, and wait obediently for my turn. This isn't the first time I've been sold. The first time I was sold was shortly after my 16th birthday. My family hid me as long as they could, but being a submissive Delta 3, my scent was too strong and gave me away. My first master taught me how to be obedient the hard way. A year later, my second master purchased me, and at first, he was somewhat nice and let my body heal. For the first few months, he never touched me inappropriately or hurt me. I don't know what happened or why it changed, but one night, it did, and I woke up to him on top
Third Person's POV Grayson couldn't sleep. He couldn't stop seeing the Delta 3 up on that stage. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the image more clearly. When his anger rose, he paced the room, and when he regained control, he sat down in a chair and stared at the Delta while he slept. Grayson was ready to spring into action when the Delta suddenly sat up gasping but then he suddenly laid down and fell back to sleep…The Delta slowly woke up, feeling warmer than he had in so long. The ground beneath him was soft like he was lying on a warm cloud. His eyes flutter open, and he's met with soft blue surroundings. He reaches his hand up and touches the soft blue pillow his head is lying on, and he's shocked that it is indeed a pillow. It's only then that he realizes that all he smells is the familiar scent of his mate. His eyes widened when he realized where he was lying. The Delta shoots up, sitting upright in the blink of an eye. His heart races as his eyes dart around the room.
Third Person's POV Not feeling much like cooking, Grayson went down to the kitchen. The whole way to the kitchen and back, Grayson couldn't get the images of the Omega kneeling on the ground and on his bed presenting himself. It made him so angry that those sick bastards conditioned him like this. That they hurt him and put him through so much hell that he's now programmed to do these things. It makes him so angry that his mate is so afraid of the world and him, and it's all because of those fuckers at the auction. He tried to control his anger, but he found himself slipping and scaring the Delta instead. He was angry at himself for doing that. He wasn't mad at the Delta; he was mad at them. He pushed the door open to his apartment and could smell him as soon as he entered. Grayson paused for a moment, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath in through his nose. That sweet and delicate scent invaded his nose, and his heart ached that he couldn't hold him, hug him, or cuddle him like
Third Person's POV As Grayson sat in his father's office, he wonders if Sebastian is in the apartment kneeling while waiting for him. He hopes he isn't, but he wouldn't be surprised if he was. Grayson sits at his father's desk as he tells him what they saw. Coal sits to his right with his father's laptop, trying to look up as many faces as he can remember. Coal has been at it for hours, and he's only located three Alphas. “It shouldn't be that hard. Each pack has a picture of their Alpha,” Reid said.“That's the thing, it's not just pack Alphas. The majority of them were only Alpha blood, not an Alpha of a pack. That's why there were so many there. It was an auditorium full of them. And they weren't all locals; most flew from different states. I don't know who was in charge there. But The announcer seemed like he held quite a bit of authority, definitely over anyone on the stage.” Grayson said. “Well, this is going to take a long time. You're talking about looking at photos of Alp
Third Person's POV “No no no! Let me show you,” Vincent said as he stood and walked around Ezra's desk. The king raised an eyebrow as he watched Vincent stroll around his desk like he owned the place. He was even more shocked when Vincent pushed his arm off of the armrest of his chair, sat down on it, and swung his arm around him. Ezra's mouth hung open, but Vincent closed it with his fingers before grabbing the mouse, moving it, and clicking the screen a few times before finding what he was looking for. “Voila! There it is!” Vincent said as he pointed at the screen.“There you go, big guy,” He said, roughing his knuckles against the King's shoulders as if they were best friends.Ezra slapped his hand away before shoving him off his chair. “Will you get out of here!” Ezra said as he tugged down on his shirt and fixed it. “Hey! Is that any way to talk to someone who just helped you? Where's my thank you?”“My thank you is going to be my foot up your ass if you keep it up!” Ezra sai
Third Person's POV The Beta carefully studies the board, looking at all of his enemies' pieces. Each move is critical. One wrong move, and he's dead. His jaw clenches, and his fist tightens as he tries to decide the best to move. The Beta makes his choice, and he's certain it's the right one. It will bring him just out of the enemy's reach, so he makes his move.A smirk rests on the Beta's face as he sits back, satisfied with his move. His eyes snapped to his enemy, who snorted before laughing. Coal looked at the board, trying to figure out what he was laughing about. His eyes narrow, watching the guard make his move. The Beta's mouth hangs open when he's put in check. He forgot about the stupid night. He took everything into consideration but the damn night! “You're falling asleep over there, Alpha!” Maverick teases, and Coal glares at him. The Beta with Alpha blood was ready to reach through the bars and smack Maverick. He was tempted to throw the board down the hall and burn ever
Third Person's POV Grayson had just finished cleaning his body, but the hot water felt too good to step out just yet. He lays his head back and lets the hot water beat down against his chest as he goes over the events from 17 hours ago. It was a long drive. Even without stopping to sit down and eat, only grabbing fast food to eat in the car once at lunchtime, and refueling when needed, it still took 12 and 1/2 hours to get there and 12 and 1/2 hours back. Everything about the trip there and the attack was last minute, so there was not a lot of extra time. They arrived just outside of Ella's pack around 5:30 p.m., allowing them to sleep in wolf form outside their vehicles for 2 hours. When they woke up, they had just enough time to eat and go over the attack one final time before heading to Ella's pack and surrounding it. The attack itself was quite easy. They never saw it coming. With a pack of just over 850 people, Grayson and his 400 warriors quickly secured the pack, but that w
Third Person's POV Sebastian didn't understand why Grayson had to leave so soon after his heat was over. No matter how many times his mate told him it was important and he would be back as soon as possible, it still hurt. It was his first heat. The first time he was so vulnerable in front of his mate, just to have him leave the very day after it was over. It made the Delta feel like he did something wrong. It was a knife to his heart, but he hid his heartbreak.He tried hiding in his room, but his new best friend wouldn't let him. His brother-in-law was knocking at his door only a few hours after Grayson left. Kyle kept him company all day and even spent the night. They camped out in the living room, eating junk food and watching movies until they fell asleep. He was thankful for Kyle. He wasn't sure how he would have gotten through the night without Grayson alone.Unfortunately, once morning came, Kyle had to go to work. That left Sebastian with nothing to do. The daycare didn't nee
Third Person's POV Her beautiful scent surrounds him as she lies back against his chest. She rests just off center to his left, with his left arm draped over her shoulder. She holds his hand as it hangs over her shoulder, playing with his fingers as they lazily watch TV. The room lies in disarray; nearly everything is broken. It looks like there was an invader, or they were attacked. There must have been a wild fight. A fight to the death, perhaps. But no… there was no fight to the death, no fight at all… at least, not that kind of fight. The scent of sex still lingers in the air strongly, as if they just had sex. They may not have just finished their first round, but it was their final round for now. Nadja's eyes roam the room, assessing the damage. His lips curl up in amusement when he realizes the destruction they left their room in. The only thing left standing untouched is the TV, and that's because it's mounted to the wall. Not even the bed is intact anymore. It rests at an
I want to clear up a small confusion with knots. I had two people think my characters having knots is new to the series with the last chapter, and that's not true.Dominant males having a knot has been in my series since book one. I don't recall if I mentioned Thaddeus's knot, but I definitely mentioned Michael's on several occasions. Noah whimpered because it hurt when it tugged on him each time Michael moved. Also, there is a chapter where Asher accidentally knots Michael. I believe that is in the book River Pack. It shocked both Alphas since a dominant mate doesn't normally knot another dominant mate.Knots are NOT strictly an Alpha thing, either. It's any dominant male when their mate is in heat. If their mate is not in heat, their knot will not bloom. I can't remember every instance, but I do have this one that wasn't an Alpha. In Harris's book, chapter 79, Brian is a dominant Beta, and he knotted his Omega, River when he went into heat.Another knotting instance was in Claudiu
Third Person's POV “Mmmm… you're so wet. Your body is so ready for me. You're dripping, so eager for your Alpha. Look how ready your body is,” Aspen said as he pressed another finger with ease. It pleased the Alpha wolf to see how ready and eager Darien's body was. He pumped his fingers in and out of Darien's eager hole, watching with fascination as the slick leaked out around his fingers. He looked down between his legs and found Darien's neglected cock, leaking onto the bed. “Look at you… Your body is begging me to touch and play with it. Do you want me to touch it? Do you want me to play with your cock?” Aspen asked, his voice somehow thicker and deeper. It vibrates at the end as it turns into a deep growl. The sound has Darien's body reacting to it, sending a jolt of pleasure down his spine and forcing the slick out around Wyatt's fingers. Darien couldn't believe how he was acting and how his body responded to the way Aspen was talking to him. He thought he should be embarras
Third Person's POVMovement beside Wyatt slowly woke him. When he woke up, the first thing his senses picked up was a delicious mouth-watering scent. Wyatt blinked his sleepy eyes, rubbing them as he tried to figure out what was going on. Once the haze of sleep faded, he realized Darian wasn't in his arms where he should be. He looked to his right and found the source of movement that woke him. Darien was asleep, but he was covered in sweat and rutting against the bed.Wyatt rubbed his eyes again before reaching over and trying to shake Darien awake. The Alpha assumed his mate was having a kinky dream. What he wasn't expecting was for Darien to go from sleeping to being wide awake and growling at him like he was a midnight snack. The sleep was barely out of the Alpha's eyes when his mate pounced on him. The only sound that managed to escape the Alpha was a muffled grunt before his lips were attacked and a tongue thrust into his mouth, hungry tasting him.Darien rutted against his A
Third Person's POV Ezra couldn't believe how hot Roman's body was. His body was like a little inferno as he squirmed under him. His natural tan skin looks like caramel under the warm light. It glistens with sweat, and the scent of his slick is the strongest he's ever smelled. It's consuming all of his senses, turning his mind to mush with only one thought left in his head… Roman! The taste of his essence still lingers in his mouth as he licks his lips. One orgasm was nowhere near enough for the Omega. His hungry eyes bore into his soul as he climbed his body, tasting it as he moved higher. “N-Need you… in me…now!” Roman pants, his head lifting off the bed as he chases Ezra's lips. Roman's legs wrap around the king's waist as his tongue dives inside his mouth. His hands are desperate as they move across Ezra's body, trying to feel as much of him as possible, tugging at his skin and pulling him closer. He moans into Ezra's mouth as the king's large hand glides up his thigh, caressin