Hey everyone let me know what you think of Gwen and Marcus. Should Mason join the mix, đđ¤?
Gwyneth I woke up the next morning in Marcus's arms, and I pulled away from resentment. The fact that he was yet to take the initiative to do the right thing hurt me. He didn't love me enough to let go of his past. Not wanting to dwell on the matter, I decided to carry out a plan I had planned on executing since the incident with the wolves we lost to the baron, whoever that might be. Making sure it was early enough, I woke Marcus. "Is everything okay Gwen?" he asked, a bit concerned. "We need to raid the packhouse now," I said, and he was alert, almost as if I had given him a jolt. "What! why?" He asked, and I looked at him. Marcus wasn't as smart as people thought. To think he hadn't thought of my idea made me believe I was the brain in our relationship, or whatever it is we had. I decided to explain 'why' to him. "If drugs have gotten into our territory then who do you think the targets might be?" I asked him, and as realisation dawned on him, his eyes widened. Maybe it was the
Gwyneth Searching through peoples rooms was not easy. I felt like a prison guard, which was not a dream job. Because I had no clue what the drug looked like, Marcus and I had to search the rooms together, one at a time. We started from Beta Michael's room. I felt pretty awful going through his things, but we had a strong need to clear the top-ranking warriors before we moved to others. "What does the substance look like?" I asked Marcus. "Neon green powdery substance. Sometimes they are put in capsules. The capsules have no specific colours though." He said, and I got a bit baffled because that meant it could be anything. "Are the wolves allowed to be on medication?" I asked. "Not really but some of them are on aspirin and other mild medication for gas and constipation. The usual off counter medication," he explained, and I nodded, going through Michael's vast collection of porn magazines which made me chuckle a bit. Who would have thought Beta had a wild side to him. Anyways I sh
Gwyneth Marcus and I stayed in bed the rest of the morning into the afternoon. Marcus kept trying to initiate lovemaking, but I held out on him. I just figured I would only let him when I wanted it, a small price for him to pay for not claiming me. I refused to be used like this. I meant it when I said I wasn't going to be so nice anymore. "Are you alright, Gwen," he finally asked me, sounding a bit frustrated. "Peachy," I replied, and then he turned me over to look at me. "I just need time. You wouldn't understand how hard it has been," he said to me, knowing my reasons, and I just smiled at him. There was the damned mark on his neck. "A bite isn't hard Marcus but you choose to make it difficult," I said to him, and he pulled away. Here we go again. "You wouldn't understand," he said, and I honestly did not want to have this argument with him. "I do perfectly well," I said to him getting up, " I am convenient," I said, and he looked hurt. It didn't get to me, especially with th
Gwyneth I couldn't believe what I had just heard. Did Marcus just tell me he loved me? I looked at him to be sure I heard him right. He pulled me close and kissed me passionately. "I love you, Gwen. I have for a while now but I haven't been able to bring myself to tell you, and I am not telling you this to avoid the problem. I just want you to know the state of my heart. I wished I rejected Kaylin. I always believed there was something better out there for me but I wasn't patient enough. My not claiming you is not because I don't love you, I am scared to break you if I die. The baron killed Kaylin in an attempt to end my life. I haven't caught him yet which means my life is still in danger. I don't want you to go through the same hurt I went through when Kaylin died, trust me Gwen, it is worse than heat. I don't want you to hurt or lose it. That is why I have been holding out. I did not intend to claim you partially, that was Ivan's fault. I just need to catch this bastard and end
Gwyneth Michael and I set off for the nameless diner the next day. Our plan was simple. We needed to complain about Marcus and fake having body pains. Hopefully, Charlotte would overhear us and hook us up. It was my idea, and I thought it was brilliant. I had never come across as a Marcus fan to anyone, so the plan would be believable. The Alpha's insurance policy hated him. Marcus professing his love and telling me the truth about his reasons touched my heart. The man was just afraid he might die, and I would end up broken as he was. I hoped he overcame his fear quickly because I had run out of patience. I dreaded heat, and I doubted his love bites were going to help when it came. Michael and I arrived at the diner as if we had gone through some heavy drilling in the early hours of the day, and needed to relax. We pretended to be deep in conversation, pretending to be in pain and hating our work routine. I put more effort into it, and I could swear Charlotte felt sorry for me. I th
Gwyneth Marcus left me to go and question the detainees. I was very nervous and uneasy about what he would find. The fact that there was monkshood involved meant my pack was involved because we were the only ones that grew that plant and knew how to manipulate it. The biggest reason for my fear was the fact that my father would be held responsible for the actions and inaction of our pack. I could now understand why my father wasn't enthusiastic about being Alpha. It came with a lot of responsibilities. Marcus didn't return that night, and I ended up sleeping alone. I was also sad that I wasn't invited to take part in the interrogation. After all, It was me and Michael that caught the suspects. I deserved to be there. I showered and came back to sit and stare idly. I was nervous and had no clue what to do. I was about to head out when Marcus finally came in. He was naked, so I knew he had gone on a run. "Marcus, are you okay?" I asked, and he just walked past me into the bathroom. H
Gwyneth The two weeks passed, and there was no new lead. I wasn't allowed to talk to my father except when Marcus was around. I wasn't bothered about it because my submission had stopped Marcus from acting on his plan. I hoped my father would be exonerated quickly because I was too close to the problem for comfort. We were yet to find Uldrich and his daughter, Charlotte was certain that her supplier had killed him. Word on the street was that they had gone missing, and no one knew why. I asked Michael to investigate my uncle's account dating from when they started having the drug problem to see people he had been paying. Marcus carried out his regular activities to not give away the situation. The full moon was fast approaching, and I dreaded it. Marcus and I had no peace because of the drug issue, so there was no hope that he would claim me. I thought long and hard about how to beat the heat, and Leah suggested we run through the woods. Maybe run to willows pack and back. The distan
Gwyneth Marcus did not bring up the incident, and I did not either. It was painful and heartbreaking for me. One thing I noticed was that the incident with Mason had put Marcus on edge. He had tried to claim me four times within the week, almost succeeding once. He did not need to hold out, and I wondered why he was doing it. Walking away from him would not be easy. My feelings were there, the issue with my father was there, and the partial claiming was there. It was a colossal mess, and we both knew it. I knew fighting him about the mark wouldn't yield anything. If I didn't know better, I would have believed what Mason had said about Marcus' reason to hold back on me. The idea that he was trying to punish me for what my uncle did might have been plausible. There was no work to bury my head in, and Marcus was keeping everything from me because he believed my father was involved. I was very unhappy. He took me out on dates and tried to be romantic, but the romance and lovemaking did no