In case it isn't clear. this chapter takes place a few days after Argo's chapter. There is a lot coming up, so I could't take too long to write these six weeks. Since in about five/six months they'll have their birthdays. the tournament for Mila, the big party that was in one of the last chapters of the Stolen Alpha will come up and they'll find out who their mates are as well. So hope you don't feel I'm rushing, I'm just exited to write the rest as well. I'll try to write for the luna prophecy soon too. But I have been so busy with my boys home from school and coming back from holiday that two stories was too much
Airk’s pov My heart was breaking, and I felt like I was going to have a nervous breakdown, but I pushed it all down and focused on my sister. Elora needed me right now, and even if I wanted to tell any of them what happened, I couldn’t. If my parents or sisters found out that I had been seeing Brax and especially how it ended, they’d probably try to kill him. Mom especially. Despite what Brax had done, I loved him, and I still thought he loved me. Something makes him think we don’t belong together, but I wish he would just tell me what it is instead of just telling me I’m not his mate. How could he be so sure? Did he already meet his mate? Where was he or she then? Why wasn't Brax with his mate? Or was this all just a lie because Brax truly didn't love me? No. I need to stop thinking about this. Tears started to come to my eyes, and my throat felt dry. If I kept thinking about this, someone would notice. "It’s special, isn’t it?" Dad said, slapping me on the back. "Yeah," I said
Mila’s pov Having a baby in the packhouse is a great distraction. I mean, for Darian and Elora, it’s probably not a distraction but a wonderful blessing that poops, cries, eats, and sleeps all day, but to me and Brax, it is. Brax is trying not to show he’s hurt, or, well, maybe more than hurt. It felt like whiplash trying to compare how Brax was before Airk got here, while he was here, and now that Airk’s gone. Brax was in a bad place before Airk got here, having casual sex all the time but never looking happy. He wasn’t the same brother I grew up with; there was just something about him that felt off. But when Airk came here, he was happy. Truly happy. And now? Now he’s worse than he was. Brax is miserable. He’s barking orders at everyone; he’s either boxing nonstop or burying himself in work. It’s like what Darian was doing when his mother died, but grumpier. The only time I've seen Brax smile is when he’s holding Tristan. Not even grumpy Brax can withstand a baby. Tristan is rea
Argo’s pov Airk’s been home for a few weeks now, and he’s even more fucking miserable than I am. And that’s saying a lot! We have just started school again. Well, he has. I’ve been skipping most of my classes to train with Gamma Rayan. I’ve been telling him that I’ve asked permission, but that’s bullshit. Even if I am dyslexic, it doesn’t change the fucking fact that school is hard for me and I already have too much shit going on. Despite the help I had gotten from Hazel, I still felt fucking dumb whenever I was sitting in one of my classes and the teachers asked us to write or read something. I just wanted to get the hell out of there. I’ve been seeing a therapist, mostly because my family is fucking forcing me. But while I have talked to her about my parents, I haven’t told her all the ways I've fucked up lately. It’s easier to talk about the past than the present, I guess. Isaac is back home too, and we’re being civil. We’re not back to where we were—not even fucking close to b
Mila’s pov "Are you ready?" Eli asked, getting into a fighting stance. Eli was a lot stronger than me; he already had his wolf, but while he might have strength, he lacked skill. Luna Kyra had thanked me for helping Eli train more; training with me had finally motivated him to do what she had asked for years: Eli finally started to train daily. Eli started training after I almost beat him one time, but I haven’t beaten him since. Today was the day, though, and I could feel it. I had moved back home after the summer break was over, but Eli still took time out of his schedule to visit me each weekend to spar with me. Our packs were a little over an hour away, and I really appreciated the time he took to help me. I nodded, letting Eli know I was ready, and he started trying to hit me. He was always the first one to move—never defensive, always offensive. But I had studied his moves over the last few months, and there was always a window; I just needed to hold out long enough. I move
Argo’s pov Mom walked over to me, clearly emotional, and hugged me, "Argo, I’m so fucking proud of you. Not just about graduating, but about the man you’ve become. You know what a fucking honor it is to be your mom?" There’s nothing like everyone congratulating you and telling you how proud they are to make me feel like they didn’t actually think I could do it. They’re not saying it, but their fucking faces are saying a whole lot. I didn’t even think I could do it. But here I am at our big ass birthday party after graduating. It’s not like I got A’s, except for gym, but still, there were some B’s amongst the C's, and fuck it. I graduated, and that’s all that fucking matters. Now I don’t ever have to read another book again. I don’t get the people who actually love to read. Isn’t it fucking boring to stare at words and imagine the story in your head when you have a fucking TV to imagine it for you? "Thanks, mom." I replied. "And thanks for the big ass party. But I thought it would
Airk’s pov Kael, my wolf. He is here. ‘You’ll never be alone again,’ my wolf said kindly in his heavy voice. ‘I’m okay. I have my family and friends. I’ll be okay.’ I replied, not wanting to depress my wolf so soon after meeting me. ‘You don’t have to lie to me, my human.’ I sighed, ‘then do you have any ideas how I will get out of this? How do I stop feeling this way?’ Kael purred in my head, ‘our mate.’ I scoffed, ‘so Brax hurt us, and we’ll find another person to make it better. Shouldn’t it come from within? Replacing the love I felt for one person with another doesn't sound healthy.’ Kael laughed loudly, startling me. ‘Yes, working on yourself is important, but meeting your mate will have a calming effect. It will make you feel complete.’ I honestly didn’t know if I would ever feel complete again. It truly felt like Brax had taken a part of my heart the day he couldn’t answer my question honestly. While I didn’t doubt the Moon Goddess was real, in the last few months I h
Argo’s povFuck, I was nervous. I wasn’t even this fucking nervous before taking that stupid history test, which I got a C+ for. For some, that might be a bad score, but I was fucking celebrating when I saw that C. Fuck being the best; just being good enough is fine by me.Well, in school, that is. When I’m fighting, I have to be the best. Losing once and again is normal, but it’s only acceptable if you learn from it. Then next time, you beat them like a fucking boss.'Distracting yourself with stupid monologues won’t help,’ Stark said.Where the fuck was my supportive wolf?'Your supportive wolf is still here, but he doesn’t like hearing you talk inside your head for the whole flight. You could talk to me, you know.’ Stark growled, annoyed.'Sorry. I’m just not used to you yet. But are you just as fucking nervous as I am?’I could feel Stark shrug his shoulders in my mind. Do wolves actually do that?‘I’m not the one that will be doing the talking. This is all you.’'Maybe you should
Mila’s pov Before the match, I was stupid, dumb, or maybe sentimental. I don’t fucking know. But getting ready for this tournament made me think of Argo and the things he had taught me. If things were different, would he come today and watch me? Would he cheer me on from the sidelines and tell me I did a good job? I sighed. What was wrong with me? Even now, I still wanted Argo’s approval. Or maybe it was that Elora told me Airk and Argo’s birthdays were today. He would get his wolf today, and then he would meet his mate soon. What would she be like? Someone who would argue with him? A fighter like him? Or would he need someone who calmed him down, someone like Hazel? Yeah. Stupid me had checked out Hazel’s social media a few times, and I must say it made me hate her less. For a while, at least. All her pictures were of animals, books she read, and food. Hardly any selfies, and all in all, pretty boring. But still, I hated her a bit. Because despite being pretty boring on social m