My first kiss was with a pack boy named Tom. He was a scrawny little boy, even for our age. I didn't talk much and neither did he, so we gravitated towards each other in silence. My parents hadn't yet passed away, so I wasn't the pack's omega orphan just yet. I thought that was the scariest moment of my life. The way my heart thudded against my chest, threatening to break through the flesh.But, nothing could compare to the nail-biting energy I felt coursing through my veins after I pulled away from Benji. His lips were warm against my own, frozen in the moment. His body stilled, no longer intent on trying to turn away from me, but still unsure of what to do next. Benji clearly didn't expect the kiss, and honestly neither did I."Um...I'm sorry." I mumbled under my breath after silence filled the room, nipping at my nerves.It took him a moment to react, blinking away the shock from his face. "Don't," he quickly growled out, pouncing forward to close the gap between us again. His
The rest of the day passed by in a blur of colors and tuned out noises. My time with Gwen was short-lived when Benji came to collect me. He was happy to see I was in good spirits, but behind my tight-lipped smile, my head was alive with new worries and concerns. "It's only a rumor," Gwen had assured me before we left, sending me a comforting smile. "A lot of people say things down there. Hell, we used to say we would killer that bugger the second we had a chance, and look where we both are now? I wouldn't sweat it, really. If there was an issue, he'd tell you." I replayed the words in my head, letting my gaze slid over to the man beside me. Would he really tell me if there was an issue? It doesn't seem like Benji welcomes any cracks in his perfectly placed mask of being a fearless leader."What did you do today?" I asked, using the back of my fork to push around some vegetables on my plate. It was just the two of us, like usual, eating dinner in his dimly lit kitchen. He swallo
I woke up to screaming. I couldn't place who it was, there were too many voices yelling at once to tell them apart. The haze of my post-sleep confusion was short lived as someone pounded on the door of my pack room. "ATTACK!" They shouted, slamming their fists against the walls as a warning cry. "WE'RE UNDER ATTACK." I gave myself a fleeting moment to register the words before I sprung into action, tripping over my tangled sheets. In the rush to escape, I didn't even bother with shoes, tearing the door open to see complete and utter chaos. The pack house was a mess, members running about in both their human and wolf forms, fleeing. They warned us. They told us we would be next. I tried my best to ignore the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, but it was too difficult. I was easy prey now. An orphaned Omega who can't even shift. My legs trembled as I ran down the hallway, trying to find any familiar face to help me. I was on my own. A threatening snarl echoed throug
I had almost forgotten about my unease until it hit me like a crashing wave. Relentless and without warning, in the place I least expected it. "I'm not much for gossiping, but I've heard an interesting rumor." I tore my gaze away from the kids playing in the open field, blissfully unaware to the fall winds that nipped at their skin. Ever since I came back to the daycare center, Elise has picked up on my change of moods. I tried my best to conceal it with a timid smile but I couldn't completely erase the worry from my expression. I thought looking after the pups would help distract me from my thoughts. Benji was increasingly busier by the day with pack business, and Gwen had become consumed with the difficulties of adjusting to a new life outside of the cells. Her feelings were at a delay, coming and going at odd times. Sometimes Gwen was herself - snarky and full of life with a witty comment to fire Jeremiah's way whenever he even attempted to approach her. But, other times, she
The door clicked open with an echoing thud at half past 1 in the morning. Benji's dinner had turned cold hours ago, waiting in front of his seat for him to arrive. The noise from the door startled me, tearing my gaze away from his empty seat. I hadn't realized I had zoned out again, silently waiting at the kitchen table for him to arrive for the last couple of hours. He didn't notice me at first, still caught in a haze of wherever he just arrived from. Benji grumbled underneath his breath, kicking off his boots and silently moving around the foyer in the dark of the living room. It took him a moment to register the glow of the kitchen light, snapping his head up to face me. A gasp tore through my lips. "Oh my god!" I scrambled to my feet, tripping over my own clumsy strides as I closed the distance between us. "Your face, oh my god," I had to press onto my tippy-toes to make a grab at his blood-splattered face. "You're hurt...your face...the blood -" He cut me off, grabbing
The room was painfully silent as my question festered in the air. For a moment, all I could hear was Benji's labored breathing as he tried, and failed, to control his reaction. A snarl ripped through his chest, breaking the noise. "That's enough." He snapped, standing up from his seat so suddenly it screeched against the floor. "We're leaving." I hesitated, frozen in my seat. I had expected him to get mad, sure, but I didn't expect this level. When I didn't get up right away, he pulled on the back of my chair, startling me. "I said, we're leaving." He repeated through clenched teeth.Dotty got up before I did, thrusting herself between us. "Aria may be too nice, but I won't hesitate to rip your throat out if you keep this attitude with her." "Attitude?" He scoffed, clenching and unclenching his fists at his side. "Go back to playing dress-up or whatever you do with your free time. I don't need you to lecture me on how to talk to my mate.""Are you in heat or something? Your
♛ THIRD PERSON P.O.V ♛ The night before... The mildew scent clings to the cell walls, making the air thick and hard to swallow. There are so many different scents lingering underground: unfamiliar wolves, sweat, piss, and blood. So much blood. The iron aroma is so potent - so raw - that it makes the pack guards choke on their own saliva. They can taste it when they gulp, as if it's their own blood their smelling. But it's not their blood. It's Devin Berkshire's. A twenty-four year old wolf from the Sapphire pack. He's a prisoner who's always had a smart mouth on him, but never tested his luck. A sharp gaze that tracked your every move as he lurked in the back of his cell. He never went out of his way to make the new people feel welcomed. If anything, he was the first person to shove them to the front of the crowd when it came down to selecting for Cleaning Day. His philosophy was survival of the fittest. He wasn't down here to make friends. He had plenty of friends on the outside
══════════════════ The morning air was sharp against my cheeks as I pushed open the back door. Like I expected, Dotty sat perched in the backyard, sitting criss-cross on the grass floor. She perked up as I got closer, turning to smile at me, waving enthusiastically. "Aria! Nine a.m sharp, wow. I would say I'm impressed by how prompt you are, but that seems pretty fitting for you." Her gaze flickered to the now shut back door before bouncing back to my approaching figure. "Is Alpha Dumbass coming out to say hello?" I cringed at her comment, knowing fully-well that she was still in ear shoot of Benji who had only left a few minutes before me. "I thought you said you weren't mad at him anymore." I shook my head slightly, offering her hand to help her up. A few days had passed since the breakfast incident, yet Dotty's anger still lingered. She promised me she would let it go, but it didn't seem that likely with her constant need to jab at him for it any chance she got. It was situati