All Chapters of Loyal To The Pack: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Sarah It’s been four days since Nate left, and the snow-scented candles I ordered arrived today. Yeah, it shows precisely my current mental state. Let’s hope I’ll have a good night’s sleep for the first time since he left. We’ve been texting, and he called every evening. He has been sweet, but I can’t allow myself to imagine too much into it. I’m stronger than that. He is gone, and I need to move on with my life just as I always do. I immerse myself in the things I love. Work, training, friends. Work, training, friends. Abby’s bedtime story has three more pages, but she is fast asleep, so I tuck her duvet and join Len in their kitchen. I spent every free minute with them since Nate left. Less time to think about my heartbreak, right? She looks like she wants to talk as she holds a cup of tea for me. I wonder what it is about, but she asks about Nate, and I collapse into a chair. The truth is I’ve been holding back my tears for days, so she only needs to say his name, and they are r

Sarah The running belt rushes under me at a steady but fast pace, tainted with my sweat as I exhaust myself. Since Nate left, I have had more and more pent-up energy each day. I run longer and faster than ever, train, and hit harder. Maybe my anger towards myself for falling for Nate again pushes me to extremes. I’m not sure, but it is wild. Not to mention my sexual appetite. I wake up every day turned on by a dream I had about him. Every fucking morning. My vibrators are exhausted at this point, and I have never spent this much money on batteries. And throughout the day? It could be lunch with colleagues when a scent hits me, and I suddenly think of licking Nate’s chest and my panties getting soaked. I go to work with two spare underwear. Again: it is wild. Running and working out help a bit, but I’m still frustrated and excited at the same time. It seems like I can’t tire myself out. We talk almost every day. He is still the same loving idiot he was when we spent the weekend to

Sarah "I, Sarah Rubra, rej..." my words stutter as a growl emanates from the depths of my mind. "No. You will not reject our mate." My mouth gapes open as I shake my head and stand there speechless. Our mate? A female voice in my head? This can’t be happening. Now? "Your wolf?" Nate asks as he reaches for my hand to hold. I look up at him, determined to say no, but I hear it again. "My name is Lena." The voice says. "I'm your wolf, in case you were wondering." she laughs, but I’m far from joining in. My heart races with this overwhelming change. So unexpected, so sudden. I’ve been so adamant. But honestly, who could blame me? There were no signs of my werewolf being. Nate’s face brightens as a smile spreads across it. I can’t believe it. I’m a werewolf. He was right all along. More like Dante was right, but still. "Oh, look at that dopey smile. What a cutie we have here," Lena snickers. Nate leans down, pecking my shock away, and I finally nod. We stand there speechless. He is

Sarah Knowing I won’t be able to focus on work, I call the office to take the afternoon off. I may seem lazy, but if I’m giving in my resignation in a few days, does what they think matter anymore? I sigh at myself for being such a brat. Of course, it matters. Wherever we move, I’ll need a recommendation. "What we need is that dopey bearded face between our legs," Lena adds helpfully. "Aren’t you a newborn or something?" I ask with mock indignation, but it’s too late. Images of Nate touching and tasting me pop up in my brain, and I unzip my heavy jacket to let in some cooling air. “We have to go pick up a few things on the way,” Nate informs me. “Sure,” I nod as he directs me to the left. “So, who’s coming tonight?” “I’m not sure. I told Jenny and Len to invite everyone you’d want there,” he replies excitedly while my eyes widen, mouth hanging open. He stops seeing my face. “Is that wrong?” “No, nothing’s wrong. I hope Jenny keeps it casual,” I lie. There is no way she’d keep it

Nate The last two weeks have been an emotional rollercoaster. So now that I have Sarah in my arms, it all seems like a miracle. She has her wolf, feels the mate bond, and accepts me as her mate. Kind of. I’m pretty sure she doesn’t remember the marking part of the lessons, and I haven’t been able to bring myself to talk about that. She was already freaking out about everything. That is the last one of our problems right now. For the first time in two weeks, I slept like a baby. Waking up from that deep sleep was not easy this morning. The cold bed beside me still has Sarah’s scent all over, and I bury my face in her pillow. I still can’t identify her scent. I only know this is something I’ll love, but I’ll need the actual mate bond to feel that. The door’s creaking brings me to turn back and open my eyes. Sarah has a towel wrapped around her, coming into the room hastily. Her voice is hurried but tender as she looks at me. “Morning, Sleepy Head. I have to go to work.” She says, ru