Damian:Holden stood silently since his apology. I couldn't respond, hell, I wasn't sure how to reply to it. I was torn. I hated him, but at the same time, my mother always taught me to forgive, but how could I forgive the monster that practically ripped my soul in half?It was an awkward elevator ride that felt like an eternity. Holden stood beside me, and both of us were looking forward at the plain steel door, anxiously waiting for the elevator to arrive to the main floor.He fidgeted his hands anxiously as the numbers ticked down. "Leave the red headed bitch to me, get to Diana first," he muttered under his breath.I annoyingly rolled my eyes in his direction. "I think I know what I'm doing..."He smirked, "Is that how you talk to your pack?""You think this is a good time to be making jokes?!""As my father would say, 'a good joke goes along way before the slaughter'.""Wasn't it you, doing the slaughtering? Jokes come easy when you're the winning side."He scoffed and nodded his
Diana "Diana.""Diana.""DIANA!"His screams.It was the same screams from the night before. I couldn't get them out of my head.I gasped for air, but I couldn't breathe.My throat was so tight, and no amount of oxygen could get in no matter how hard I tried."Ah!" My hands were holding my chest steady as I whipped myself straight from my bed. I patted onto my chest frantically. I was breathing, I wasn't paralyzed... I was...I was...I was home..."Di! What's wrong?" Damian bolted up from the covers, blanketing me with his bare arms."Oh..." I looked over to him, his eyes were heavy, but his body was pulsating from the adrenaline, "I'm sorry...I didn't mean to wake you.""No, don't be sorry," He pulled me in tighter, "Why are you so cold? Are you sure your ok? Never be sorry for waking me up."I watched the covered window, "What time is it?" My feet almost reached to the floor, but Damian immediately pulled me back into bed."It's ok Di, they're sleeping. Besides, you need to rest."
Diana: My limps tingled from the adrenaline now coursing through my body. My heart raced, my eyes widened, my breathing turned rampant, and my body froze.He was kneeling down where his gravestone was. He looked like an entirely different person. A rough stubble covered his face, his hair was longer, and tied in a low bun. His clothes resembled a traveling vagrant; loose, with large tactical pockets, an army jacket and black biking boots.He looked rough but his heart was still beating strong.I was speechless.He stood up and watched me, eyes trailing me up and down. "Your looking good."His voice caused me to tremble more, almost like I was caught up in a snowstorm.He took a step towards me, his hands were holding steady in the air to show he wasn't a threat, but honestly, I didn't know what to think of him anymore."You died...I killed you." My throat was tightening up, and tears began to fill my eyes. I had no words for him, I couldn't believe it. I let him go, I forgave him, a
Diana :My heart skipped a beat when I caught sight of Damian standing at the doorway. I wasn't sure how long he was standing there, but his expression was dark, almost unrecognizable. His arms were crossed against his chest, and he was breathing heavily. I'm sure he was upset that I invited Holden in our home without telling him.He gently placed Troy back in his crib and whispered, "I love you, don't forget it."Damian was about to step in the room, but he could read my expression from where I was standing and held back.He trusted me to allow this.Holden sighed heavily as he looked to Troy one last time, "Thank you for giving me a reason to live..."I nodded my head to Holden, then to Damian who looked like he was ready to unleash his beast. He was in shock just as me, but he was more on edge then anything else. Ever since becoming a father he had grown into a paranoid mate and Alpha. No one could come close to the babies without him knowing about it, and for him to stand by the
When twenty-three-year-old Konya Evans arrived at the offices of Standard Management Services in Cross Roads, the first man she met was Denver Tracey. She knew at once that he had affected her in some way. “Hi, I’m Konya Evans,” she introduced herself to the tall man. She judged his height to be about six feet, and he was about twenty-eight years of age. She hoped that he wasn’t married. She had to catch herself, such thoughts. He was dark in complexion, but very handsome, she had to admit. He had a low haircut and was clean shaven. It was early, about eight o’clock in the morning and the building seemed empty.“I’m here as a senior accounting clerk and relief telephone operator.”“I’m Denver Tracey and you’re the new employee, Peter told me about.”She nodded. She had done the interview for this job from the middle of January and here she was just landing it in February. “I’m going to get some breakfast at the canteen, won’t you come along?” “I don’t think so, I hardly know anyth
"First one back home has to wash the dishes for a week!" My brother started running ahead of me as we were walking home on our way back from our hike."I'm too old for racing Adam, I mean you would probably beat me now, you're – huge." I glanced up at him. He was already 6'5, almost as tall as our father. With Alpha blood running through our veins we were built stronger and bigger. However, I looked more like my mother. Petite, but witty. I would rather use my brain then brute strength anyways."Come on sis, you're going to be mated soon, you might as well enjoy our time together before you have to play games with – what's his name again?" Adam jokingly replied.I gave a hard tap to his big arm while we continued walking. This was our favourite way back home, through the trails along the river. It was so quiet and scenic. It also gave Adam a lot of opportunities to get the inside scoop on all the single she-wolves from me."Screw off, I don't even want a mate." I sighed as he mentione
"ROUGUES!" Aaron yelled as he was looking at the ragged red wolf appear from the clearing. Two smaller grey wolves appeared with him. They looked sick and hungry, maybe they wondered a little too far into our territory looking for food. Unusual to see rogues here though, they haven't been sighted for years. Deep down I felt bad for them, they were only trying to survive but they were still extremely dangerous and unpredictable."Diana, get out of here NOW!" Adam yelled to me signaling me to leave, but I wasn't going to leave them alone to fight them. I knew I could help in other ways then fighting."No!" I said, but my words were unheard as Adam and Aaron were already bolting towards them as they shifted quickly into their wolves. I know killing them would be no issue as they were trained as warriors. They knew how to handle themselves in these situations, but something seemed off by the large red wolf, and I didn't want to leave them. No one could sense the smell but I could and it w
"Another round plea-ease" Aaron finished the last bit of his rum and slammed the empty glass on the bar. His eyes were glazed over in drunkenness, and it was quite comical to watch. Adam and I snickered as he began slurring his words to the point where we could hardly understand him."So you're tell-lling mee, that err- Diana – right- has –what's it called?" he was pointing his finger directly at me. I think we explained the situation five times already."Here you go guys," the blonde waitress placed three shot glasses full with a gold substance. Adam and I looked at her confused."On the house, it's not every day we get the Alpha's son in here... well no offence." She said to me knowing that my presence wasn't important to her at all. She glanced at Adam and smiled. Adam gave her a wink in response and her face turned red."No offence taken," I sarcastically replied. As she walked away I hit Adam's arm with my fist catching him off guard. "You asshole, so much for sticking up for me.