All Chapters of Renegade Wolves: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

GABECrane only showed us the main part of his pack. The part with the nice houses that were home to his top warriors. Where they stored their food and fresh water supply.He didn’t take us to the outskirts of the pack where we had witnessed from afar the atrocities of what really took place in this pack.As we made our way back to the main house, a large structure caught my attention. One that was equally as large as his dwelling. “Who lives there?” I question, pointing to the grand structure.“My beta,” Crane replies without skipping a beat.“Beta Al?” I ask curiously. It wasn’t normal for a beta to have a house as large as the main one. In other packs the beta and gamma families lived in one big house, though, it wasn’t unusual for them to have their own home they were usually much smaller and not as decked out as that one.“He must be some beta,” Jamerson says in a joking manner when what he is truly doing, is fishing for information. Crane offers nothing in return except a dubiou

STIXThe renegades moved their motorcycles into the back of the mill, before retiring to the rooms Mary assigned them. At this point, if there were any nosey shits on our pack territory, we didn’t want them finding out the renegades were here.The only problem was they would have heard them. There was no mistaking the sound of their large and loud bikes. Anyone would be able to hazard a guess as to who rolled in in the late hours of the night.The next morning Beta Branston and Gamma Elijah met with Killian and Nate again. And once more, they allowed me to be part of the discussion.“Last time I was here, Alpha Crane had given you a deadline of two weeks.” Killian pauses, thinking, “Four days?” He questions Beta Branston, who nods in agreement. “Have you heard anything from him since then?”“No.” I supply the answer. My gaze lingers on Killian for longer than it should, though he was pleasing to the eye, and I knew Ruby would drop her soaked pants if given just an ounce of his attentio

STIXStomping my way through the house, I found myself outside trekking down the path to the greenhouses. I pulled the door open to the last large glass structure, the one Ruby and I would always meet in, and pumped my fist in the air as soon as I knew I was alone. “That man is insufferable!” I yell at no one, letting out my frustrations.After pacing back and forth trying to calm my inner anger, stomping my feet some more, and punching the air pretending it was that alpha asshole's face, I finally flopped down on a bench at the back of the greenhouse, hidden by the orange trees.The indoor grove was silent, save for the humongous fans that hung down, their blades causing a low murmur as they spun.Rubbing my forehead with my fingers I attempt to calm down before I head back to the pack house. I still had a class to conduct and my shift at the mill. Though those things seemed mundane and pointless as the day, until creepy Crane came to claim me, drew closer.Three days. Three days unt

STIX Exhilarating was the only way to describe the feeling of being on the back of Gabriel Greyson's motorbike. The stick heat was dulled by the breeze that swept through my hair as we ate up the road.My hands latched firmly around Gabriel's torso, his thin shirt allowing me to feel the hard plains of his muscles. His arms flexed when my fingers moved, grazing the skin hidden beneath the cotton fabric.Every few minutes I had to mentally reprimand myself as I felt the urge to let my hands drift upwards so I could feel the rest of him. Instead, I gulped in his scent, closing my eyes and letting the musky scent of pine and whisky fill me.Behind closed eyes I imagined him without a shirt, his tanned skin smooth and hard, my fingers gliding over his chest and down his stomach muscles. I wondered if he would like my touch.It was strange, whenever our skin would come in contact a sensation of arousal would pass through m

STIXMy heart broke for the renegades as I patched up another man who had been beaten. I was looking forward to seeing Gabriel’s home, but I wasn’t expecting this. It looked like a war zone; one I had only seen in old books or magazines from our library.The building we originally pulled up to had been reduced to a concrete pile—unrecognizable from its original structure. As the flames died down and people began to calm, Gabe, Killian, Jamerson, and others including his sister wandered down the road to an untouched part of town where a few small houses sat on the outskirts.Gabriel and the others were preoccupied with finding out what had happened, so I followed them, trailing behind until they stopped outside a small home that looked rough on the outside. I was dying to go to the bathroom but didn’t dare open my mouth. I could see everyone was distraught and angry.I could only think how I would feel if this was the Raven Knights pack—my home. I too would be devastated, just as they w