Sorry, my lovelies! I got a bit sick but I made this an extra long chapter in hopes to make up for it! Would love to have your comments and your thoughts on the book as this is my first one! So excited for this story to progress? What do you think Ellie's powers will be? Who or what will be the 8th person of their team?
Ellie POV“You…” Bronx growled. While my stomach voiced its complaints again loudly, I internally told that little bitch to shut up. Time with my mates had been limited and I was yearning for their touch. Their desire was evident and their scent had my mouth watering…for them, and them alone. Being this close and not being able to fully be with them was slowly driving me insane. Maybe it was a good thing I was in a coma??“Yes, Sir,” I said mockingly as I watched them stalk me on the bed as if I were literal food. Bronx was at my feet, while Benji and Baylor were on each side.“You look good enough to eat, my love,” Benji said seductively as he took one of my fingers in his mouth, sucking and nipping at it making my core clench from their touch. Bronx started to massage my feet and I let out a moan. I guess being asleep that long really does a number on a body because everything seemed to hurt.“Are you feeling okay enough for us to do this, little mate?” Bronx asked concerned at my re
Bronx POVHer screams jolted me up from my seat. None of us had fallen asleep yet; too wired, all of the Guardian Knights stood watch in the next room over with Pearl. For hours now, I had to watch as Vince and Cailee cuddled and I swallowed down my jealousy that I wasn’t with my mate also. We didn’t want to take the chance of something happening so close to her shift. Hearing her screams, Bullet, Blaze and Banshee were on immediate high alert, hating the sound of our mate in pain. Baylor and Benji met my eyes in a panic, subtly looking for my directions despite having gone over the plan already almost fifty times.“The time has come,” Pearl whispered with a pained voice. While all first shifts are painful, the sound coming out of Ellie’s room was something out of a horror film. I knew Grams hadn’t told us everything, probably trying to protect us since there wouldn’t be much we could do to help our mate as she made her transition.“You know what to do,” I growled to all of the Guardia
Meanwhile…Back at Red Moon PackAlpha Mason POV“Alpha Mason, still no sign of the girl,” the lead warrior sneered. I knew they all thought I was crazy. Maybe I was, considering I had two voices in my head but only I knew that. I couldn’t tell when it started to happen. At first, it was just a feeling, a compulsion to do something, not knowing what was driving me to do it. Then the voice appeared. I thought it was my wolf because then this would all make sense but then I started to get what felt like communication break throughs with another voice that made me start to question everything. The second voice was different from the first. The first held power and authority; I felt compelled to listen to it, even when I didn’t want to.Flashbacks of what I did to Ellie, not only on the training grounds but in my office, made me feel sick to my stomach. The second voice pleaded with me in the background to stop what I was doing to her but it was drowned out by the first one. To tell the tru
“Ellie, my child, the world will need your strength to save it from a great evil but do not be afraid. You will be sent great warriors to protect you during your journey. Remember to trust yourself, trust your mates and to follow your heart. You have been chosen by the Moon Goddess; do not despair for she will always be with you.” It is the same dream I’ve had for years. The same ridiculous statement made by a woman I have never met but for some reason feels familiar and comforting despite the majority of her face being blurry in my dream. With her long, shiny silver hair and piercing blue eyes similar to mine, I used to pretend that she was a long lost relative to fill the void of what I’ve lost. But those were the thoughts and dream of a child desperate to belong. My parents were murdered by rogues when I was only a baby. I was told I was the last of my family’s line with no living relatives. I don’t even have an official last name. I don’t know much about them and my adoptive pare
“Ellie, you ready to go to training?” Bradley yelled from the hallway at me. Shaking myself from my own thoughts, I replied “Ready whenever you are, Beta B! Let me just go grab my bag. Meet you outside?” Without waiting for a reply, I ran back to the room while powering up my new phone. I grabbed my bag quickly, checking to make sure I didn’t have my shirt on backwards from this morning’s sleepy wake up (yes, I was known for that). I went to the messages on my phone and sent a quick text to Cailee. Me: Yo chickadee…guess who got her phone back?! Bestie: YAS girl, YAS! Bestie: Have you been going through withdrawals? Me: You can say that again! Me: Got to run to training but maybe catch up with you later? Bestie: Sounds good! Just shoot me a text when you’re done! Me: Oh crap, it will have to be after Alpha Mason talks to me. I don’t know what he wants. Any ideas? (Cailee seemed to know EVERYTHING that happens in the pack and gave me the ‘tea’ often). Bestie: Ummm
“Ellie darling, wake up! Breakfast has been ready for over 20 minutes now!” my adopted mother, Bella, yelled through my door. Stretching my 5’5” frame out on the bed with a groan, I rolled myself off, standing on wobbly legs from lack of sleep and the intense training sessions I have every day. The dreams have not stopped and every night I wake up completely drenched in sweat, wishing I had someone to talk to. I wanted to talk to the triplets but it was forbidden for anyone to talk to them during their training so that was a no go. When I tried to talk to my adopted dad, Bradley, about it the only thing he would say is it was just a dream and not to worry about it too much. I attempted to shake away my tiredness, running my fingers across my sweaty brow to pull my unique, long silver hair back into a pony tail. I quickly moved to get dressed so Bella wouldn’t have to come back up the stairs to get my ass into gear. With all of the training I have been doing, I am constantly hungry an
“Ellie, I should tell you that Bronx and the boys called. They will be home soon,” Bradley whispered to me while Alpha Mason was getting ready to come into the ring. While that thought made me want to jump for joy, I couldn’t focus on it and went to channel all of my energy on what was about to happen. “Ellie, did you hear me?” probed Bradley, “You’re scaring me a bit here, short fry.” Now that got my attention. I hated it when he called me short fry. I knew I was short, the entire world could see this. Why was he…oh, wait, he was stopping me from getting too worked up over the challenge I was about to step into…duh, get your head right, Ellie. As I watched Alpha Mason joking with his friends, he looked over at me and started to peel off his shirt. When he saw I was looking, he managed one of his more creepier smiles (if that was possible) at me and paired it with a wink for good measure which made my blood start to boil. I guess he was expecting his little str
I opened my phone with shaky hands in anticipation of finally getting to talk to the triplets. I don’t know why I was so nervous yet excited at the same time but it had been so long since I last spoke with them. My eyes immediately zeroed in on the “unread” message notification on my phone and I quickly opened our group chat.Bronx: Take care of yourself, baby girl. We will be home soon. Me: I can’t tell you how much I’ve missed all of you! Why are you coming home? I watched with anticipation as my message was marked as “read,” and my heart suddenly jumped into double time, anxiously waiting for those three little magical dots to appear indicating they were responding. Staring at my screen, I tempered down my irrational emotions at not receiving an immediate response, while also trying to calm my raging hormones cursing through my body. Just seeing Bronx call me “baby girl” had me throbbing in pleasure, causing me to subconsciously clench my thighs together to