The hours passed by quickly after that for the teenage girl and soon the sun gave way to its lunar counterpart. The moon rose in all her shimmering glory bringing peace to the world around her. Alexa had spent the past hours just staring out of the window as the last rays of daytime transformed into the first glittering rays of the night. She’d not said a word to the other occupant in the room as she mourned the last of her freedom. Aiden sat behind her watching her his stomach twisted in knots and her words rang in his ears. Could she really view his home, which had now become her home, as a prison in which she was caged? Jayden had not stayed for too long after that, her own guilt clear as day on her face. She soon left the two feuding mates alone in the room, but before she did she sent another pointed look at the man. Aiden had tried to sort through his mate’s emotions and found that his stomach continued its somersaults when he felt how unhappy she was, Jayden had been right,
She had to get out! She had to escape! Picturing her freedom was the only thought in her head as she ran. She was running from an enemy she could not see or hear. And even though her senses were both blind and deaf to her attacker her fear still pounded in her chest as real as if she were staring down the monster from which she ran. She could not hear him, nor see him for she was drowned in a sinister darkness that almost consumed her but still, she ran. She could feel his wicked intent as if it were a specter caressing her skin making it crawl and sending her stomach into knots. The darkness that surrounded her seemed to extend to the very corners of her subconsciousness and it consumed her. She couldn’t catch her breath as her heart clambered inside her ribcage. She could almost hear his voice taunting her, laughing at her pain though no sound ever reached her ears. She could almost imagine his cold eyes glaring at her in smugness as she lay broken on the bedroom floor where he ha
Alexa had never slept as comfortably as she had the rest of the night and when the first rays of the dawn tickled at her eyelids, she was reluctant to allow them to pull her from her slumber. That was until her blanket tightened around her waist. The hand she was comfortably leaning on slid from beneath her head and down her torso until it came into contact with pure muscle. ‘Snake’ was the first thought in her head and just as she was about to squeal the snake’s mouth opened and captured her hand in … another hand? That was definitely another hand, a much larger one at that. It dwarfed her fists in its grasp and intertwined her thin, fragile fingers between thick strong fingers. Now more confused than ever, and down a limb, the redhead allowed her eyes to slide open but saw no sign of her assailant. She wriggled beneath the weight of the arm flung across her waist until she found the wall of muscle the arm belonged to. Pressed tightly against her back. Her movement seemed to distu
For the third time in the past twenty-four hours, Alexa found herself being led through the halls of the large mansion, only this time they were lit by the morning bursts of sunlight. As they walked along wooden floors her gaze drank in the villa-like style that she had not noticed the night before. It looked as if the manor was frozen in time with all the original furnishings and décor still beautifully preserved and intact. The intricacy of the detail put into every piece of furniture pulled at her. Feeling her curiosity Aiden slowed his brisk pace to allow her the opportunity to see his home, which was once her father’s and would now hopefully be hers. Crystal blue eyes swept over the décor and filled with appreciation when allowing the beauty of the mansion to sink in. She could tell there was a rich history etched into the gorgeous ashen stone walls they passed, and she was almost eager to hear it. Her curiosity encroached upon her mental defenses forcing her to take an intere
Alexa stared at her with a blank expression, was that supposed to mean something to her? The woman had introduced herself as if she were a hot celebrity, but all the redhead saw was a stuck nose with big boobs. Vanessa had been waiting eagerly all morning for the first sign of the future Beta. Rumors had been spreading amongst the pack that their Luna had returned and with them her children. She’d listened to the gossip about how smitten her Aiden had become with their Luna’s daughter and speculations were made that the girl was his mate. Of course, Vanessa shut this rumor down swiftly. How could she become the next Beta’s mate when there’s gossip going about that he’d found his mate? Everyone already knew they weren’t mates; it had been the topic of gossip for weeks after her first shift. Even so, Vanessa was determined to mate with him despite not being his true mate. She’d even go as far as rejecting her own true mate should he ever have the nerve to show his face to her. There
Ignominy had a bitter sting when it was paired with a wounded pride, and it radiated within her. The pungent taste left behind had a distinct acidic quality that burned in her throat. And although the physical wound had quickly mended, Vanessa found herself still nursing her bruised ego. Humiliation and disbelief were her new companions. Both churlish in body and spirit the disesteemed woman soon found herself seeking vindication amongst her peers and the humans whom she so despised. Along with this newfound need to seek reclamation Vanessa was overwhelmed with a need to leave the Burrow. The bar she soon found herself in was far beneath someone of her caliber, but she was itching to justify what she deemed as mistreatment by the werewolf she desired. Simmering over the humiliation and masking its ever-present bitterness lay the boiling rage that she directed toward the pathetic humans of a nearby town. The Native American woman found an odd sense of comfort in having human males tr
Time is a funny thing, she always thought, everyone always wanted more. And the more one wants the less one seemed to get. Plagued by the concept of time people find themselves enslaved by the ticking hands of a clock. Time waited for no one and did not conform to the ideas of others. The faster one wanted time to tick the slower the hands seemed to jump from one second to the next. For Alexa, the gears in the clock that haunted her seemed to have sped up instead of slowed down. In what seemed to be a blink of an eye she soon went from being infuriated with Aiden to somehow finding herself trapped in between his tanned and muscular arms. The redhead was confounded by the day’s events and could not for the life of her, figure out how she had once again ended up with his arms wrapped around her. Wasn’t she still mad at him for his behavior earlier that day? But laying there with her back flush against his chest while his soft breath tickled the back of her neck, she felt nothing but
Although said in utter adoration the word held nothing but fear and darkness for the frazzled redhead. Instead of Aiden’s deep voice, she heard a different man altogether. Except this man did not say the word in reverence instead he said it sinisterly covetous manner. The word bounced around her head like a piece of shrapnel as her world imploded all around her all over again. Her heart stuttered and nearly stopped when her mind was sent reeling back to that harrowing night. The face of her tormentor flashed behind her closed eyelids and sent her into a near state of panic. The hysteria flashed from her and into Aiden through their bond and had him lurching from her body in his own panic as if he had been doused with a bucket of ice-cold water. In his haste to back away from her trembling form he all but topples off of the bed. And lost in her terror Alexa thrashed around on the bed to loosen her legs from the bed sheets. “What? What is it?” he questioned, seeking the great terribl