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TALIA It had now been about a week and a half since Alex arrived, and he showed no intention of leaving. I’d lock my door at night, waking up some mornings on the floor next to it. He was right. I was sleepwalking, trying to get to him. I tried to mostly stay up on the alpha floor, spending time watching TV in the private living room instead of downstairs where he would try to force me into conversations I had no interest in having. Sometimes he’d catch me during mealtime and invite me to go for a walk with him. One day, he left a bouquet of flowers on the kitchen table for me, with a note asking me to give him a chance. He was very persistent; I’d give him that. But I couldn’t get past his horrible eyes and that his father had killed my mother. The idea of being around anyone who was related to her murderer made my heart and lungs tear, constricting my air and blood flow. One morning, after breakfast, a knock sounded on my door. I opened it, coming face-to-face with Lucy, surprised
TALIA “I’m really sorry about your mom, Talia,” he said, hanging his head as he glanced up at me through his blond lashes. “Maybe once you’re back in your human form again you can tell me why my father did it. As bad as he was, I never knew him to be a straight-up murderer, and I especially can’t imagine him killing a beautiful woman like your mom. I saw her picture on your phone lock screen.” I whimpered at the mention of my mom, the wind suddenly chilly against my body and my chest heavy. My paws shook and I dug my claws into the dirt to steady them. I couldn’t be around him anymore. Without a second thought, I got up and turned my back to him. With my feet taking control, I sprinted back to the packhouse with an urgency to be alone. Every muscle in my body ached as I made my way back, and I wasn't sure if it was the grief or something else. Either way, I was thankful that I couldn't cry in my wolf form, giving me some semblance of control over the emotions wreaking havoc inside me
TALIA I managed to avoid him for the whole day after waking in his bed again. After my wolf had possessed me during my run the day prior, I didn’t want him to get the wrong idea. Although, there was a part of me that longed to be close with him like that again. I tried to shove it from my mind. After spending the day watching Libby so Lucy could go to work, I was exhausted. I ended the day watching TikTok videos on my phone and eventually drifted into sleep. The next morning, I awoke, again a feeling of bliss and arousal overtaking my body, the most intoxicating and sensual scent overwhelming my senses. Before I could stop myself, my hands instinctively moved to his body, feeling his abs flex under my fingertips, sparks moving through my hands and arms as I made skin-to-skin contact. I couldn’t bring myself to cease what I was doing as I rubbed my hands all over his ripped body, enthralled by the curves of the hard muscles lining his core and chest. He moaned, and I opened my eyes t
***TRIGGER WARNING: Up until now, this story has been fairly tame. From this point forward, Wolfblood takes a dark turn. For those who read the first book of the series, Wolfbane, this book is much darker and deals with more serious, real-world issues. If you prefer light-hearted romances without violence, I advise you not to continue. If, however, you enjoy thrilling werewolf romance novels, please continue with Wolfblood! I promise it's worth the ride.*** *** TALIA After the blissful few days we spent together, I woke up alone one morning, his side of the bed cold and his scent already faded. I’d gotten used to waking up wrapped in him and felt disappointed by the loss. I picked up my cell phone and saw that I had a notification from I*******m. I opened the app to see that a reply from Rocco had finally been received. Hugo got put in jail after you killed Alpha Sr. I stared at my phone reading and rereading the message that was returned to me, feeling immobile. While I’d been on
TALIA Finally, someone came to the door and peered in. I looked up to find a very pretty blonde woman with a pixie cut, looking to be in her early twenties, staring in at me. I realized she had a close resemblance to Alex with dirty-blonde hair and eyes like his. Hers were much more like his than Alex’s. Hers were evil, ominous. She looked at me with murder on her face. “Unfortunately, I promised Alex I’d leave you alive and in one piece for him,” she said. “But, fortunately for me, werewolves heal quite nicely. We can’t let my brother have all the fun, eh? He was my father too, after all.” She pulled out a blade. “Recognize this?” she asked me, an evil smile on her face. I gasped, realizing right away it was the same one I had shoved into his back. I had owned that blade for years, sleeping with it under my pillow just in case. And did she just call Alex her brother? A chill traveled up my spine. “John!” she called. “Chain up her legs too. We’re going to have some fun today.” A m
JASMINE On Monday, I arrived at training after going to temple service that morning. We were on a new rotation, and I’d be part of a different group with a new instructor. I was surprised to see that Lucy was joining our sparring session that morning. All pack members had to spar for two hours every other week, and they signed up anywhere there was space. Lucy had clearly chosen this one. She instantly spotted me and came over to say, “I love when I can get into a session with Charlie Kemp. All you have to do is flirt with him a little, and he’s like putty in your hands.” At the mention of his name, dread filled the pit of my stomach. I knew that Blake’s former friend, who had accosted me almost a year ago, was a warrior, but I didn’t know he was also a trainer. I hadn’t bothered to check which trainer I’d be working with when I got Luke’s email with the new schedules. It wasn’t like I could have changed who it was anyway. I mean, realistically, I probably could just ask Blake to sw
ALEXANDER It was early on a Monday morning when I heard my phone vibrate on the bedside table next to me. I ignored it at first, and ignored it again, assuming whoever it was would just reach out to my beta next. But then it kept vibrating, so I knew it had to be important. I carefully crawled out from the arms of my mate, letting her sleep, already missing her touch as soon as my body was apart from hers. I snuck into the hallway to take the call, descending the stairs. “Yes,” I said, as soon as my feet hit the first few steps. “Alex, you have to come home,” my sister said frantically. “Mom tried to kill herself.” I thought my heart had stopped. While my father’s death was upsetting, my mother’s death would be devastating. “Fuck,” I said, not knowing what else to say. “I’ll jump in my car right now. I’m just over four hours away.” I quickly ran into my room and threw my bag together. Before I left, I tore a piece of paper from my sketch pad, and wrote a quick note to my mate so s
ALEXANDER “What the fuck did you do to my mate?” I bellowed at Sara, anger overtaking me. I could feel that fur was sprouting up my arms and legs, my canines growing, my claws extending. “Your WHAT?” she shouted back at me. “You fucking bitch!” I yelled at her, using the claws in my half-shifted form to swipe across her face with so much impact she fell over onto the floor. My claws retracted as I gained more control over my shifting. She tried to get up and I balled my hand into a fist, ready to beat her to death for what she had done. “What the hell is wrong with you! That rogue killed our father!” she spit at me. “And I fucking told you not to touch her!” “She’s still alive and in one piece!” She rolled her eyes. “And if you don’t fucking finish my job, I will, because that rogue bitch deserves to die. Even if you don’t give a shit about Dad, you should at least care about Mom and what his death has done to her!” “Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. Here.” I gritted my teeth as I comman