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51. Genevieve
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Every time I think I have a handle on her she takes my breath away. Those boots, shit she was in trouble the instant she ripped her dress to get more comfortable on the bike. Black leather clinging to her calves, I only wished they went higher. Talon growled appreciatively, /She wants us to make her ours, let us give our mate exactly what she wants./ “I don’t think we’ll be needing this,” I whisper as I slowly unhook her black lace bra. The material is so soft asI make sure not to graze her skin. I want her desperate for my touch. Begging for those already solid nipples to be sucked and teased. For fireworks to dance upon her. Her green eyes widened as I tied the material of her dress around one wrist, then I lifted her arm up, flicking the material over a tree branch before lifting her other arm. Pausing, looking into her eyes, already switched to being pink as candyfloss, chewing at her lip with longing I had to ask. “Happy?” “Very, but hurry up,” she snapped back with a flirty g
A Damaged Alpha 53. Genevieve
The vision swirled around me, the same as every time. Ascending wooden stairs, a door opening to reveal a bedroom with brass horseshoes above the bed. There she was. Waiting with a maniacal grin and wild brown hair. Feral, unpredictable eyes peering out from the brown hair, wearing her sackcloth, peasant style dress.She raised her arms, her smile widening even further as she whispered, “you,” before her and Nikolai moved towards each other, as if preparing to embrace.So far, so familiar. A black void swallowed me, waking up with my wrists pinned by Nikolai. Restraining me as I flailed, crying “No! no! Why can’t I see more!” my frustration boiling over.“Vee, I’m here, I’m here,” he whispered, looming over me, allowing his spiced scent to calm me. He let go of my wrists and helped pull me back up to sitting where I held my head in my hands.“I need to see more! Every night I try to get a clue, a hint of anything we can use but I’ve never managed. Your mother could pause it, even take
A Damaged Alpha 54. Nikolai
Vee’s dropped to the floor and blabbering like she’s speaking in tongues. Helplessly I cradled her in my arms, taking slaps and scratches as her arms flailed wildly. “What’s happening?” Leona hissed, aware of the few remaining townsfolk watching this scene. “She’s having a vision!” “Genevieve has the gift?” Leona exclaimed with her eyes wide. “What can we do to help!?” “I don’t have a fucking clue,” suddenly wishing I hadn’t been so closed off to my mother. Had Genevieve felt she could tell me about his side of her life sooner, maybe I wouldn’t be so bloody clueless now. My heart ached as she thrashed, coughing like a drowning woman. I pressed her to me and thought of how much she meant to me. She has calmed my wolf down with the same gesture. I didn’t think of sex, her body, and those sumptuous moans of pleasure that I had become addicted to. The first thing that came to my mind was the look in her eyes when we danced at the Ceremony. Holding her to me as we were meant to be. H
A Damaged Alpha 55. Genevieve
I’ve never killed anyone before. I’ve run through hundreds of sparring routines, every offensive and defensive position you could imagine has been run through, in theory. To take a blade across a mans throat is different. I thought it would be tougher, yet the sharpness of the bladed arrows and their silver made it like slicing through butter. Knowing that person wanted to harm Nikolai, Priya practically guided it for me, keeping my hand steady and nerves in check as the blow struck. Laden with bows and arrows the archers were not prepared for close combat at all. The garbled, bloody noises the bastards made as they fell were harder to absorb. The briefest resistance from the windpipe as the blade followed its path. Kharkov, Jackson, and my father taught us all well. We knew to keep pushing the weapon as far as we could. To slash was not enough. The shove of the blade must be deep enough to put the man to the ground. At the same time we were taught to use our free hand to rip out an
A Damaged Alpha 56. Nikolai
The last coherent thought tumbling through my mind when I saw that syringe plunge into my neck was that I never told her I loved her before we parted. I pushed her away to take her chances with the Kharkov girls without a kiss or promise. I should have held her to me, told her she was my world. I don’t think she realises how much she has changed everything about me. I am a better man in just a few short months of finding her as my mate. Imagine what I could have been had we been given the chance to enjoy years together. I have even been fit enough to rule one day. I did not expect to wake up and find the brown eyed Leona staring closely at me, shining a bright torch in my eye. “He’s awake!” she announced drily. I tried to move but realised I was heavily strapped. My head felt like it was in a vice, the pressure from bandages making me wince as I struggled to see around Leona’s red locks. “Where…is she…” I croaked out, my throat basically a bag of jangling razor blades. I didn’t hav
A Damaged Alpha 1. Matilda
I've loved him forever. Like, literally forever. I’ll curl up into an armadillo ball and roll away to a brand new life before I ever tell him though. He’s my best friend, the future Alpha. He’s perfect. I’m…me. Laying in bed at night I am easily able to conjure up his features. Our house is only a few doors away from the packhouse. It is a good thing I cannot see his bedroom window from here else I would have spent the past weeks as an insomniac. I already lose myself enough times during the day, imagining that one day he would realise I am right there, waiting, ready. Except he has a fated mate out there. Someone born to be a Luna. I kid myself that it could be me but why would it? I’m just one of hundreds of Beta daughters in the Shadowlands alone. No rank or distinction has landed on my head. I have no visions, healing ability, or special wisdom to offer our people. Even in my own family I'm just one of five daughters who all kind of look the same. /You will always be special t
A Damaged Alpha 2. Cillian
I wake up on a cold wood-planked floor. Except this isn’t Cragstone. This floor stinks of piss, sawdust, and beer. I try to groan except my throat is agony. I reach my hand up, brushing crusts of dried blood. My white shirt is grimy and stained. Squinting into the bright sun forcing itself through a small square window it appears I am in a dank cupboard or pantry. What the hell happened to me last night? I can’t even guess how long I’ve been asleep. Since finding my parents dead in their room it’s been chaos. Torturous fragments of the evening run through my mind as I stay down on the ground. Like the worst case of flu I barely have the energy to blink let alone hoist myself from the floor and continue the hunt. The fragments of memory always circle around to Gen’s scream. The howl of agony erupting from her broke me, replaying itself endlessly. The White Forest Guards had found a syringe and nothing else. Not even a fucking footprint. Fuelled by rage I had tried to follow a scen
A Damaged Alpha 3. Cillian
I didn’t react to her. It’s the Alpha thing. You have a wolf as old and powerful and Vez and shifters are drawn to you. Zeke and Franz have to use their well-honed flirting skills with their Beta wolves. Still great guys, but I have women flirt and hit on me whether I like it or not. That ball at White Forest for example. It was a fucking jungle of wandering hands but it got them nowhere. Now my mind turns over the idea that all those low cut dresses and winning smiles were a purposeful distraction. It certainly allowed Nikolai to slip out with Gen whilst I was stuck dodging one fiesty brunette. Frank and Zeke laugh at my lack of action. I blame Matilda. Something changed when we got our wolves. Pre-teen everything was just school, games and teasing. If anything I avoided hanging out with the Kharkov girls, leaving Gen to explore the world around Cragstone with Frank and Zeke. Of course, puberty hits and suddenly it’s a lot more fun to hang out around girls. The shallow river,
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