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
Gwyneth. Marcus and I shifted, and we headed for the cottage. He led and I followed. Ivan was a huge wolf, and any wolf would find him intimidating, even an alpha. Marcus was truly an Alpha's alpha, and he was mine. We got to the cottage. It was a small well kept old cottage that was covered in beautiful vines and flowers. I wondered why I never saw the place while exploring the area. We shifted back to our human forms and entered the cottage. It was simple and beautiful. It was just one open space with a bed, a sitting area and a tiny kitchen area. It also had a fireplace. The place was clean and well kept. The moment we entered, Marcus drew me close to him and took in my scent again. I could feel his determination. "I am sorry for the heat, Gwen," he apologised, and he held me close. The cottage was very cold, but our body temperature was okay. We werewolves after all. But just for the sake of romance, I pretended to be cold. My fever was still there, and my body pain was there
Gwyneth Marcus and I spent the whole day in the cottage making love and affirming our feelings for each other. I couldn't believe that he had kept this side of him away from me. His eyes seemed lighter and happier. It was as if the weight of Kaylin had been lifted. He had finally moved on. Claiming each other had done more good for him. We decided to return to our room. "Sorry I trashed the place, Marcus, I was mad," I apologised, and he began to laugh. "I was wondering why you hadn't done that sooner," he said, and I looked at him amused. "You are a patient woman, Gwen. For an Alpha breed, I have to give it to you and Leah," he said, and I smiled at him. We returned to the packhouse. Instead of going to our room, we went to my old room, and Marcus instructed some omega's to fix the room I trashed. Entering the room brought back memories for me. How Marcus teased me and made me want him. Marcus instructed the Omegas to bring slacks for us to wear. "When did you know we were potent
Gwyneth A week passed since Marcus claimed me, and even though I thought he would be happy, he stayed up most nights thinking. The revelation about Kaylin must have broken his heart beyond what he was letting on. Marcus would often pretend to be fine, but I knew he wasn't. I finally decided to talk to him, but I wanted to do it when he was awake at night. I pretended to fall asleep as usual but tried to stay awake with my eyes shut. It was hard because usually closing the eyes invited sleep. The things we do for love. I let him stay up for thirty minutes before pretending to wake up. I went to get a bottle of water, then came back to bed and snuggled into his arms. "Marcus, you need to get over it," I said to him, and he was surprised at my words. "What is it, Gwen?" he asked gently, and I sat up in bed. "You have been gloomy all week since you found out about the money Kaylin was receiving from my uncle," I pointed out, and he sighed. "I don't know how to handle the news, Gwen,
Gwyneth I lifted the letter, and Marcus was fuming. "What does it say, Gwen," he asked me with his familiar jealous, angry voice. "Relax, Marcus, I will read it out loud," I told him. "Dear Gwen, I know this will come as a surprise to you, and Marcus would fume at the sight of this, but I had to do something since you have completely cut me off. The way we left things was bad, and I wouldn't like that to be the last memory we would have of each other. I was heartbroken when you said you loved him, but I could also understand why. You live with him, and you know him. Marcus is a great guy, any woman would easily fall for him. I have a crazy cousin here that is living proof of that. I don't know if he has claimed you yet or if he ever would, but I want you to know that my feeling for you are genuine. I have decided to respect your wish and leave you alone because my friendship with Marcus is important to me, likewise my friendship with you, but I will never stop loving you, Gwen. Whe