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Baylor POV The darkness didn’t last long and almost instantly there was a cacophony of sound. I heard Delania breathing next to me before the shouting began and the packhouse door slammed open. It took a few moments more before my eyes opened and I could see that I was in the medical room and I could hear every vile thing that Marissa, the fucking cunt, was screaming at my mate. By the time everything was completely focused, I heard Delania very calmly telling Marissa to leave and that she was unwelcome here. That bitch was less than unwelcome, she was already dead and didn’t know it yet. Pain screamed through my body as I sat up and tried to swing my legs off of the bed. I heard Marissa say, “I’m not going anywhere. Your mate killed mine and I am gonna kill him while you watch.” The anger that surged through me was greater than the pain and I instantly knew how I was going to kill Marissa. ‘Shammus?’ ‘Welcome back dummy.’ ‘Not the time, Shammus. I don’t think my human body is re
Baylor POV Once Delania and I had made it up to our room, I unceremoniously fell face first into bed. I may have been out for a day and a half, but I was completely exhausted and sleep claimed me quickly. When I woke up it was an entirely different story. I felt completely energized and ready to face my day. It might have had something to do with the woman riding my cock as I woke. “Well good morning to you too, beautiful,” I said, reaching up and pulling Delania down for her lips to press against mine. When our lips parted her eyes were full of mischief and she said, “I’m sorry. Did I wake you?” I squeezed her ass and replied, “Feel free to wake me like this anytime. Though that would remove the foreplay, I rather enjoy that part too.” She rose up and began riding at a quick pace and I grabbed her hips to meet her thrust for thrust. “Maybe next time then,” she said with a breathy moan. Watching her enjoy herself, lost in pleasure, stirred something inside me and I rolled to swi
Baylor POV It shook me to my core when I learned that most wolves don’t survive when they lose their mate. I had given up on the battlefield and if it hadn’t been for Uncle Mike and Phoebe, Delania would most likely have died as well. That would have been another person who had died for me senselessly. So I have increased my training so that hopefully I am never in that position again. As for Alpha Colin himself, he has moved to the city to live above The Howling Shamrock Dublin and will continue to manage my finances until I am of age to do so myself. He said that even with the bond severed it was difficult to face pack life. His son came once he received the message we had sent to him through Agatha. He asked that we wake him and give him the choice of surviving or following after Luna Freya in death. He chose to live and it took half of the Crone’s coven to completely sever the bond and remove Luna Freya’s mark. These were some of the most powerful witches in Ireland and it prov
Baylor POV six months later “Would you quit staring at her already? I am sure that even the Queen of the Weebles is gonna kick your ass, if you don’t quit staring at her Kenneth,” I teased trying to push Kenneth out the front door of the packhouse. “Kenneth is P.W.’ed bad,” Mitchum taunted. “P. W.” Marlon and Connie parroted from their play pen. “I'm sure I don’t want to know what that means. And I definitely don’t want the pups repeating it,” Siobhan growled as she came into the common room. “What? You didn’t yell at Baylor for saying A S S, but I say P.W.’ed and I’m in trouble,” Mitchum sulked. “They didn’t repeat after their Alpha. They repeated after their Uncle Mitchum,” Siobhan scolded as she gave the pups each a carrot stick. “I was just saying that Beta Kenneth is Phoebe Whipped. Geesh, accidentally teach the pups the F Bomb and I am in the dog house for life,” Mitchum whined. “Come on dude. We all know what the real meaning is and no, Siobhan doesn’t want to know
Baylor POV“Come on Baylor, those dishes aren’t going to do themselves” Kenneth shouted from the grill area. I can tell you, I fucking loathe doing dishes. But I digress, when you’re 15 and not technically of legal age to work, eleven dollars an hour doing dishes isn’t the worst I could be doing. “Listen big guy, I am going as fast as I can, it’s Mother’s Day and this dive is packed” I shouted back. Kenneth is my best friend and has been as far back as I can remember. We lived in Monroeville together and managed to escape from there two years ago and have never looked back. Monroeville is an orphanage in Boston that I had lived in since I was two when my parents died in a car crash. Apparently when they died and United States authorities tried to contact any relatives back in Ireland, there was no record of Connor or Sophie Dunne ever existing. Well, I exist so that means they did too. Anyway, once we escaped Monroeville, we set out across the U.S. and landed in Silverthorne, Colorad
Clive POV“Agatha, can we try that location spell? Alpha Heir Baylor is sixteen, if he is still alive and should be getting his wolf today,” I plead. I truly hope he is still alive, he is the only hope for the Skatom Mochain Pack. “Clive, do you really want to go through this disappointment again?” The crone, Agatha chided. I stopped pacing and turned to face the crone, “Agatha, I am telling you that Alpha Heir Baylor is out there somewhere. I felt it when Alpha Connor and Luna Sophie died, but I am nearly certain, I never felt Alpha Heir Baylor’s tether snap.” If we can locate Alpha Heir Baylor our pack will be able to come together again instead of living as a group of transients. We had no choice but to live practically in the shadows, thanks to Cillian Branagh and his rogues. He murdered every high ranked wolf when he caught wind of Alpha and Luna’s deaths. The pack was in such heavy mourning that we were caught unaware. “Very well Clive, I will do the spell. But you do realize
Baylor POVI wandered around town most of the morning, hoping that the commentary in my head would stop. No such luck though, this Shammus as the voice calls itself, talks too damn much. “Ok listen, I can’t believe I am trying to reason with the voice in my head, but can you please just shut up for a while?” I asked, getting frustrated. “Fine dummy! I am not just a voice in your head, I am your wolf. The sooner you realize this, the easier it will be for both of us.” I climbed the back stairs towards the apartment, I just needed to get a shower for work. I walked through the door and Kenneth said, “Where did you go this morning?” I just shrugged my shoulders and said, “I just went for a walk to clear my head. I don’t know, but I think that the weed from last night was off. Messed with my head big time.” Kenneth replied, “Sorry man, maybe it was different than you’re used to. Not like you smoke much anyway.” I just walked off to get in the shower. Right now my hallucination is quiet,
Baylor POVThe next morning when I woke, Kenneth was sitting on the couch and I could hear that Mitchum was showering. Kenneth looked deep in thought so I asked, “Hey man, are you ok?” He nodded in response. “Yeah dude, I was just trying to think of a logical explanation of why these guys wanted to talk to you.” His brow was furrowed and I could tell that he was definitely concerned. Then he spoke again, “You know if for some reason the authorities have caught on to who we are, they can force you back to Monroeville since you’re only 16. Mitchum will be 18 in three months so it would be pointless for them to drag him back, and I have been 18 since January so they can’t take me.” I slung an arm over his shoulder and said, “Fuck that man, I am going nowhere near that place ever again. Besides, if it was that, don't you think they would have just taken me right then and there?” His mood seemed to lighten a bit and he said, “I guess, I didn’t think of that.” I patted his shoulder and sai