Waking up, the entire Packhouse was buzzing with excitement as I walked down the steps to the second floor. Chatter and laughter filled the usual silence as they got ready for the day. Stopping at Katya's door, I knock and listen for movement before opening the door and popping my head in, only to find the room empty. I sigh in relief, happy that she wasn't hiding in her room anymore. Walking down the steps, I see Angie and a group of kids all huddled together, laughing, watching something on her phone.
"What's going on?" I ask, amused at their excitement over whatever it is they were watching. Angie quickly tries doing something on her phone, shielding it from me as I approach the other teens suddenly take off.
Walking into the foyer, I see everyone scatter and Angie was still fumbling with her phone frantically when I saw the TV. My stomach drops when I see Katya on the TV
Katya POV Getting to my room, my mother digs through my bag, grabbing me some clothes and passing them to me. I slip them on and she looks around the room. "It's a nice room," she comments, and I nod, pulling my pants on. She goes to say something but stops herself. "What's wrong?" I ask her. She looks conflicted before I see her usual face slip-on. Gone was my protective mother and, in her place, my biggest critic. I regretted asking instantly. "Why didn't you fight back?" "I was naked!" I tell her, what did she expect me to do? "You made yourself look weak. They won't accept you if you look weak, you need to stand up for yourself" "And last time I did, I got in trouble," I tell her and she sighs, running her hand through her hair. "You won't get in trouble, do what you have to, you n
Katya POV I remained in the room, not wanting to risk running into everyone. I knew they were outside. I could hear the pack members excitedly chatting about the pack run from the bedroom window. When the sunset, dread filled me. I slipped on some loose-fitting clothes, which most pack members wore when they were going to shift. At least I kind of looked the part. When it was nearly five, I was about to head downstairs when I heard a knock on the door. Opening the bedroom door, my father was standing there in just a tank top and shorts. "Hey, Pumpkin," He says and I roll my eyes at the nickname he refuses to give up. I threw my arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. Relief floods through me at seeing him. Knowing he would be by my side, I could relax a little now. He has never let me down. "Your mother said you had an issue here today?" He says, and I nod against his chest. He kisses my hair w
"Why did you block me out? And why are you out here by yourself?" He asks, coming over to me. "I didn't want to be around them," I answer and he nods his head. His wolf sniffs me, pressing his face into my neck before licking it. I pushed him away, his fur soft beneath my palms, but he refused to move. "Sorry, my wolf is a little excited," He says. "What's his name?" I ask, brushing his fur, when he suddenly ducks his head, sniffing between my legs. I pull his head back by grabbing his ears. "Hey, that's rude," I tell his wolf, who suddenly purrs at me and I raise an eyebrow at him. "I am terribly sorry, his name is Maddox, will you stop that" I hear him tell his wolf as his wolf suddenly drops on top of me. I could hear his embarrassment in his voice, but he didn't seem to have perfect control of him right now. "Is he alright?" I ask out loud whe
I could see the Packhouse coming into view, see the lights coming through the trees, and was very aware of his paws on the earth as his wolf chased me down. Quickly sidestepping and darting between two trees, I knew his wolf wouldn't squeeze between, and I heard him snarl as he tried to stop before hearing him slide into the trees, slamming into them with a thud. I laughed and picked up my pace, forcing my legs faster, when suddenly the ground was gone beneath my feet as I hit the air. A shriek left my lips as the ground suddenly opened up and swallowed me. I hit the ground with a soft thud. "Argh, that hurt," I groaned, rubbing my hip and ass where I landed on it. I look up to hear laughing and stare up out the hole I landed in. I could see Maddox pacing the hole and hear Ezra laughing in my head. "Is the little mouse trapped?" He asked, and I could hear the amusement in his voice. "No!" I start looking for a way
Mateo leaves, walking out and down the hall, leaving me with the Alpha. "Wait, come back," I called out to Mateo, but he laughed. "You're on your own, Kat," he sings out, not even glancing back. "Are you trying to escape me, little one?" The Alpha all but purrs below my ear. A shiver runs up my spine at his words, and his breath on my neck makes tingles rush along my skin. He runs his nose along my neck, inhaling my scent. My heart pounds against my chest when I feel him press himself closer, the heat from his chest seeping into my back. A little fear and nervousness at being stuck alone with him in a room seep in; it differed from being out in the open. I could escape there, here not so much. "Why are you scared, Kat? I would never hurt you," he whispers, turning me around to face him. He grips my chin, making me look up at him, his dazzling cara
We watched the Conjuring. Mateo had the blanket pressed under his nose the entire time so he could cover his eyes on the so-called scary parts. I have never met anyone so scared of a movie. Mateo was worse than a little girl, jumping every second. The Alpha passed out about twenty minutes into the movie, saying it was boring. Mateo had his eyes glued to the TV, too scared to look away, and kept asking when the scary parts were over and pressing against me like I could protect him from the TV. Grabbing our empty plates, I put them in the bin downstairs before coming back up to find Mateo practically sitting on Alpha Ezra. His eyes glowing in the darkness nearly made me jump out of my skin. "I shouldn't have drunk so much beer," he tells me as I climbed on the bed beside him. "Why?" I ask, snuggling under the duvet. "I need to pee," he says as I flick off the TV that was
He seemed shocked for a second before moving closer, gripping my thigh that was hooked around his waist and pressing his weight against me. "Careful little one, my self-control isn't that good," he says next to my ear, making me shiver. He grinds himself against me, and I gasp when I feel his erection press against me. He laughs before kissing the side of my mouth, moving down to my jaw, and he nips at my skin. I moan softly before heat floods my face at my reaction to him. He either doesn't mind or notice because he doesn't stop nipping and sucking his way down my neck. He runs his tongue over my neck before sucking on it, his teeth grazing my skin and my back arches, tingles rushing over my body straight to my clit and my legs tighten around his waist. A purr rumbles from his chest, vibrating against mine, and I feel his hard length twitch against me through his shorts. His lips devoured my
Going back to my room, I got changed into my own clothes before heading downstairs. I really wanted to go home and grab a few things, like my sketchbook and a book I was reading. Chucking my shoes on, I walk over to the dresser, grabbing a hair tie from the drawer and pulling my hair into a ponytail before realizing I had a huge red mark on my neck. I stare at my reflection, and the red and purple blotch on my neck stands out against my skin, making me blush. The Alpha left a hickey on me in plain view where the entire world could see it. I pull my hair back down, brushing it over my shoulder, trying to cover the dreadful mark. Great, now I need concealer for Monday, I thought to myself. The idea of going to school and facing everyone after what Angie did made me want to puke. Maybe the Alpha will let me have a day off or drop out. I don't need a diploma. I can work at a cafe or something shitty like that, but even I knew how lame that s