AlecMy eyes spring open, and I suddenly realize exactly where I am. The hospital. My mind is spinning with the information it’s trying to process, and now that I’m awake and away from danger, I’m horrified by what I’ve done. I killed Carla. I killed my wife. This surreal feeling takes over my body, and I feel sick to my stomach as I remember how she attacked me and bit into my flesh. My arm is bandaged, and I don’t feel pain now, but I know that it’s going to hurt like a bitch when the anesthesia wears off. I lift my arm tentatively, wincing as the dull ache creeps through my shoulder and down to my hand. Yep. It’s definitely going to hurt. But that’s not what I should worry about right now. The backlash. The disastrous press. That’s what should be on mind. I can’t help myself, though. I close my eyes, but it’s useless. The memories flood in, vivid and merciless. Her wild, feral eyes. The way she lunged at me, tearing into my skin like a feral beast, possessed and intent on d
DelaneyThe prison. Even looking at it makes my heart skip a beat and nauseates me. I’ve spent so many painful years behind the walls of this facility that looking at it now just makes me remember it. My father is behind those walls, and I try not to imagine what he might be going through. He’ll probably be transferred soon, because this is an all-women prison, and the male one is just outside the city. Nobody in the car says anything. We have a plan, but it’s risky. I’ve volunteered to be at the front line just because I’m the one who brought them here. Plus, it’s my father in there. And if I want to save him, then I should go there myself. “Okay,” I say. “So, we wait for the next shift to begin, and then we grab them, lock them in the car unconscious, and head inside. Right?”“Right,” Francesca says. She’s seated somewhere behind me. I don’t turn to look at her. My eyes are straight ahead, on the prison. Our car is in the parking lot. For some reason, there are many cars here t
Delaney The cold, damp air of the prison clings to my skin, making it impossible to shake the feeling that the walls are closing in on me. Prior to this, I didn’t think I was claustrophobic. But maybe, this doesn’t have anything to do with an undiscovered phobia. Maybe I’m just deathly afraid of being caught. I’d never even get out of here, that’s the part that’s killing me. If I’m caught, I’ll probably be put into my old cell, and then who will help me escape?My heart is slamming against my chest as I press my back against the partially open door, straining to hear the fading footsteps outside. Alec’s voice echoes in my mind like a haunting melody.He’s alive.The relief is fleeting, even though this is the best thing I’ve heard, as it’s drowned out by the sharp bite of fear now dwelling inside of me. Alec being here changes everything. I really wish I could find him, but I don’t know if he’s on the way out and I also have no way of following him without compromising myself. I’ll
AlecMy heart has been stretched to its capacity. There isn’t room for anything else. Not uncertainty. Not fear. Nothing, really. I’d left the hospital determined to find her, and now where I am, holding her hand and guiding her away from the hallway.Of course, when we step into the light, I have to release her hand because there is no way in hell that we can be seen together. Not holding hands, at least. She’s currently rearranging her cap to hide her hair, and when she meets my gaze, my heart skips a beat. So beautiful. So damn beautiful. Even in this lifeless uniform and with tears banging to her eyelashes, she’s still the most gorgeous woman in this entire fucking world. My mate. My everything. I turn away from her, and focus. I have to get her out of this place. Her and her father. They’re only here because of me, because I betrayed her trust. This drives me forward and gives me a strength that I haven’t felt in a long time. I don’t even feel the pain coursing through my band
DelaneyAs soon as we get to the parking lot, and I’m specifically talking about my father and me, I open the trunk of the car and then position the trolley so that he can slip inside without anyone noticing.Sweat is trickling down my face, and although I’m relieved that we made it out alive and that Alec is alive, I’m worried about Francesca. I don’t see her anywhere around, and I didn’t come across her once in the prison. “Did you make it?” one of the rogues who were in the car with me ask. “Yes,” I say. “But where’s Francesca?”“I have no idea,” he replies. “I thought she went in with you.”My heart sinks, but I have to trust that she’ll make it out alive. I can’t go back for her, not without compromising myself and everyone else. Besides, even if she’s still in there looking, soon, news of his disappearance will spread and she’ll know where to find us. I push away the dirty sheets and curtains, and find the top do my father’s head. “It’s okay, you can come out. The coast is cl
DelaneyMy eyes spring open, but this time around, the room is silent. I’m so used to waking up amidst chaos that it kind of feels strange to wake up in a silent room. I look at Paola’s bed, and even in the dim lighting, I can tell that the bed is empty. She’s not in the room. I sit up, and stretch my arms high above my head before looking down at my body and realizing that I’m still wearing the prison guard’s uniform. It makes me feel disgusted, and I realize right away that I have to change out of these clothes. I head into the bathroom with a fresh set of clothes, and immediately scrub the prison off my body. I hated being back there, even though it was thanks to our excursion that I found out that Alec was alive. Thoughts of his death were eating at me, but now I know he’s alive, and I’ve been feeling this overwhelming sense of joy. Just pure joy. The sound of water hitting tile fills the small bathroom as I let the shower wash over me, hot and steady. It’s therapeutic, really
Alec When word spreads that Tobias Renner escaped, all hell breaks loose. I watch it happen without participating at all. I stand on the sidelines while decisions are made, and honestly, words can’t describe how hard my heart drops when the word ‘war’ is mentioned. I try to dispute it only once, asking the Alpha that has taken over Jason’s pack whether he’s sure of what he’s saying, since he was the one who suggested it. Everyone agrees, deciding that there isn’t time to talk and that they have to be taken care of quickly. Delaney. She’s all I can think about at a time like this. I have to warn her that this will happen. Then again, by the time I make it to the house, she’s probably going to know. I keep a close eye on the time. I don’t want her to get there and not find me, in case she decides to come tonight. I have a feeling she will. We haven’t seen each other in what feels like forever, and it’s important for both of us to catch up. There’s so much I want to say to her. Bo
DelaneyWe’re lying in bed, and we’re both naked. The room is silent except for the sound of our breathing. His hand is tracing slow, lazy circles along the length of my leg, his fingers skimming the skin with a softness that feels surreal. My head is propped on my hand, and I’m staring at his face, studying every line, every freckle, every curve of his lips. It’s like I’m trying to memorize him all over again. My skin is covered in a thin layer of sweat, and so is his. The space between my legs pulses from the orgasm he gave me a few moments ago.I didn’t know how much I’d missed this intimacy until now. There’s a part of me that still feels like I’m dreaming. That maybe I’ve lost my mind, and this isn’t real. How could it be? Alec, here, with me, in the quiet safety of this room—it feels impossible. Like the world hasn’t given me permission to have this, to have him. But his touch earlier, the way he held me, the way he kissed me—it all felt so real. Too real to deny. So I have t
AlecI wake up suddenly, in the middle of the night. It’s another one of those nightmares that make my fucking ankle burn like shit. I sit up, reaching for it in hopes that it’ll remember to stop hurting, and that’s when I realize that Delaney isn’t in bed beside me like she has been for the past seven years. “Delaney?” I say loudly. “Here,” I hear her say. She’s standing near the balcony, which I only realize now is open. The curtains are billowing in the wind, covering her from view. I get out of bed, and limp to where she’s standing. She turns to look at me, and fuck, my heart stops beating for a moment. She’s never not stolen my breath from me. Snatched it right out of my lungs. “What’s wrong, baby?” I ask her as I approach her. “Just thinking,” she says as she turns to face me. She places her hands on either side of me, and I inch closer to her and kiss her lips. “I didn’t mean to wake you,” she says. “No, it wasn’t you, it was my foot,” I explain briefly. I then pay clos
DelaneyAlec comes up behind me, his arms circling my waist. It startles me because I was so deep in my thoughts that I completely forgot that he was somewhere behind me. All I can think about is the election that will start in about twenty minutes. We’ll be late if we don’t leave the house now. “You okay?” he asks while placing a tender kiss along my jawline. I find it in me to smile at him. “Never been better.”“It’s finally happening,” he claims as he steps back. I turn around to face him, and he hops back on his one good foot to circle my waist with his arms again. “I hope that’s not sadness I see in your eyes.”“No, I’m just thinking,” I admit. The memories claw at the edges of my mind as Alec’s arms tighten around my waist. His warmth anchors me in the present, but it’s not enough to silence the ghosts of the past. Faces flash before my eyes—people we lost, friends who sacrificed everything, moments drenched in pain and blood.But here we are. The war is over. We won.It doe
Alec Delaney. No. Pain courses through me, thick and intent to kill. She shouldn’t be here. When I realized she wasn’t in the car that came speeding down the road, I was relieved. But now she’s here, with the few other rebels who came here to save me. I don’t know what is going on. “Ah,” the sick fuck next to me says. He has his eyes on Delaney. On my girl. And the gleam in his eyes is twisted. “Miss Renner. You’ve finally joined us. I thought you’d never come.”At the sound of the man’s voice, her face completely transforms. She appears fierce. Ready. A warrior. My heart swells with pride, then shrinks with fear in the same beat. “You’ll unhand him,” she says, stepping into the role of a rebel leader swiftly. Seamlessly. “Or, we’re going to rain bullets down on you. On all of you.”The man laughs, and the crowd gasps. I stare at her face, and pray to the goddess that she won’t die here, right before my eyes. That’ll kill me faster than the silver will. “How typical of rebe
Delaney I drive around in circles, and nothing springs to mind. I don't find Alec, nor do I figure out what to do. I even drive all the way to our pack, and nothing. I think it's ridiculous for me to assume that I'd find information on him so quickly. Who would tell me? How would I just know? I guess what made me run so fast was the need to get away from Pollux. The fact that he'd hated on me for so long simply because I hadn't recognized him as my mate means a lot. He was always toxic and problematic, but at least I didn't fall for his schemes. I have this distinct feeling that tonight, everything is about to change. Thinking about Alec makes me cry. If it weren't for Pollux, he would've been safe. He doesn't deserve whatever will happen to him. He's a good person and all he ever tried to do was help us. I feel so responsible. Now, I don't know where to find the others or why they even left the camp to begin with, and I have no clue where to find Alec.I've never felt so lost
Alec When I open my eyes, I realize that I’m in a very bright room. That’s the first thing. The second thing is that there’s someone standing right next to me. On my right, to be precise. I look up and see the man from earlier. He’s peering down at me with disdain written all over his face. When he sees that I’m awake, he smiles a little and asks me, “Ready for what’s to come?”I look down at my body and realize that I’m still in wolf form. Pain immediately shoots down my paw when I try to move, and a growl leaves my lips. I’m chained to a metal table, and I have to way of moving without feeling a crippling kind of pain. “Yes, I think you are,” he claims. Before I know it, the table starts to move and I’m being wheeled out. The sharp screech of metal grates in my ears as the table wheels over the polished floor. Because all my senses are sharper in this form, I see and hear a lot better, so these little sounds while I’m disoriented are too loud and obnoxious in my ear. But not
Delaney “How!?” I yell as I continue punching his chest. “How could you have done such a thing!? HOW!?”Pollux takes the punches and doesn’t say anything. I grow angrier with his sudden silence, and punch him even harder. After a while, my arms start to hurt and my throat grows hoarse from all the screaming. I step back, and let my arms drop to my sides. By the goddess. What the hell is happeningHow did things take such a terrible turn in a matter of hours?I realize that I’m screaming in the streets while people are driving and walking by, and that somehow, I lost my beanie. My hair is out, red and wild, but I could’ve give a shit less about that. Alec has been captured. Everything has gone to shit. Shit, shit, shit.A strangled sound leaves my throat as I try not to cry. I can’t cry now. I have to use this anger to focus on what the hell I’m going to do. I bite my knuckles and think deeply. Where could they have taken Alec? “Delaney,” Pollux has the audacity to say. “You’re not
Delaney Upon reaching the bar, I find it empty. The doors are barricaded and it looks like there hasn’t been anyone in here for a while. The windows are broken, and when I peer inside, everything is covered in dust. What’s worse is that I don’t even see footprints, so I know that nobody was in here. They aren’t here. I’ve wasted my time coming all the way here. Bile rises up my throat, and I have to throw up on the side of the road, right next to Cade’s car. I don’t feel better afterward. Instead, this has made me more nauseous. I don’t have much left inside of me, though, just breakfast from earlier. I get in the car, and shut the door. I run my fingers through my hair as wave after wave of despair crash into me. I pull my knees up to my chest and rest my forehead against the steering wheel as despair takes hold of me. This wasn’t supposed to happen. They were supposed to be here. I hoped they’d be. I’d imagined walking through those doors and finding them—safe, together, alive.
Alec It doesn’t take me long to find out that there will be a raid in a newly discovered rogue camp not too far from the city. They were hidden in the middle of nowhere, but someone leaked the information and now, everyone will be headed there when the sun sets. I have a feeling deep inside of me that Delaney is in that camp, and I now regret telling her not to tell me the address of where she was staying. That way, I’d be sure.Fuck. That doesn’t mean I can’t call her though. I tell myself that as soon as I can, I’ll give her a call and ask for her exact location. Right now, I’m just waiting for this meeting to end. I notice that the hall is uncommonly empty, which makes me wonder where the hell everyone else is. Where have they gone? I’m not in the state of mind to ask, though. Carla’s burial was meant to be today, but I’ve asked for them to cremate her instead. I’ll keep the ashes at home and…I don’t know. I don’t know what I’ll do with them. So much is going on. I don’t have
DelaneySaying goodbye to Alec is always a bittersweet moment. This time, it’s more bitter than it is sweet. He drops me off near the car, and after saying goodbye to each other for the hundredth time, I start making my way back to the rebel camp. At least now I know that we have Alec’s support. What happens next can’t be predicted by anyone, we’ll just have to wait and see. And keep fighting, of course. I hope I won’t find the group as demoralized as they were last night. I come bearing good news, I hope. I hope it’ll cheer them up. We’ll see.The drive back feels longer than it should. Maybe it’s the silence in the car. The rebels don’t exactly have state-of-the-art vehicles, and the rumbling engine is loud enough to drown out my thoughts if I let it. But my brain insists on working overtime, replaying Alec’s words over and over again.I clench the steering wheel tighter, his words curling like smoke in my mind. I’ve never felt this desperate, not even when I was in the prison.