Derrick’s POVIt has been the longest week of my life as I waited impatiently for Salara to wake up from the coma that she has been under. Hunter perks up and prances around inside of my mind once Miguel’s excited words reach our ears. “She squeezed my hand, Dad!”A sigh of relief leaves my lips, my body slumping from the stress of this past week finally leaving my aching muscles. Nothing has scared me more than losing my mate in this horrendous way. When Henry reached the clinic located on the far side of the packhouse, I felt my heart drop from my chest and disintegrate into the earth. The sight of Salara’s bruised, battered, and bleeding body in Henry’s arms sent Hunter over the edge and it took four of my best guards to hold him at bay when he lunged for Henry’s throat, claws out and jaw snapping. Henry claims that he found her that way when he came home from his first training session with his personal trainer, but Hunter was not seeing reason at that time. I have banned him fr
Henry’s POVComing back to the house to find Salara passed out in the bedroom that Savannah provided for her was one of the scariest moments of my life. Her faint heartbeat sent my blood pumping as I rushed around to get her to the pack clinic quickly. Her bruised and battered body that was covered in a layer of her blood sent my blood boiling. Savannah claimed that she has no idea what happened to her, but I find it hard to believe that she didn’t have something to do with it. She has been pissed off about Salara since the moment that she found us while touring the pack grounds a week and a half ago. A part of me blames myself for what has happened to Salara in the short time that we have been at the Evergreen Pack, but I know that placing blame will get us nowhere. Alpha Derrick immediately pointed fingers in my direction when he saw me carrying Salara’s fragile body through the pack house doors, not giving me a single moment to defend myself before he pounced on me. It took mult
Salara’s POVThe weight of something heavy laying on my thigh sends a sharp, shooting pain throughout my right leg as I come to from my dream state. Wincing inwardly, I go to pull my leg out from underneath whatever weight is resting on my thigh. When I am unable to move the weight off of me, I lift up my hand and reach towards the object laying against me.My fingertips come into contact with flesh, startling me as fear rushes through my body. The fear soon settles when the familiar sparks erupt on my fingertips, indicating that the object laying on my thigh is none other than Alpha Derrick.My eyes snap to his stress filled face, my brows furrowing at the sight of him sleeping restlessly against me. What could Derrick be doing here with me instead of sleeping peacefully in his bed? The position that he is in does not look comfortable even a little bit. A chair has been up against the right side of my bed and he is slumped forward in it with his head resting against my thigh. His ne
Salara’s POVAfter seeing Derrick try so hard to hide his frustration from me over the mention of Henry, I decide to avoid mentioning anything about him while I finish relaying what I remember. Not that that will be easy considering I was with him all morning. At least I think I was. Closing my eyes, I allow my thoughts to drift back to Monday, starting with after we finished with breakfast and got in the car. “It was a quiet car ride to the Evergreen pack.” My brows draw together as I attempt to piece together the broken pieces of my memory. Derrick continues to sit in his seat quietly, giving me the time I need to bring the memories to the surface and relay what I remember. What the hell could have happened to me that would cause me to lose my memories like this?I must have said that thought out loud without realizing it because Derrick’s voice breaks through my thoughts for the first time since I have started talking. “You were found beaten pretty badly Salara.” His solemn voice
Salara’s POVI wake up feeling drained. The feel of someone’s body heat lying beside me makes me snap from the last dredges of my sleep. My eyes snap up to look at who is lying beside me as my heart begins to start thumping loudly in my chest out of fear. My body settles back into the warmth of the mattress when my eyes land on the concerned green orbs that belong to Derrick. My body stiffens as that realization settles in. I am laying on a bed, wrapped up in the Alpha’s arms. This is highly inappropriate, even if I am his mate. He is the Alpha of this pack and I am still a married woman. But despite the inappropriateness of the situation, I find myself snuggling in closer to the warmth that radiates off of his body. His arms move slowly, as if hesitant about wrapping around me. The situation was almost laughable as the big bad Alpha shows how nervous he is to be around me. “How are you feeling?” His voice comes out in a husky whisper, indicating that he fell asleep as well. The ti
Derrick’s POVA look of confusion appears on Salara’s face as she holds up one of her hands to halt my words. I sit back in my seat silently, waiting for her to fill me in on where her wayward thoughts have drifted off too. A knock at the door draws my attention away from her. Seeing her face still sporting a faraway look, I rise from my seat to see who is at the door. When I open the door a fraction I come face to face with an extremely angry Henry. He barely glances at my face before his gaze is moving past me and locking onto Salara on the bed behind me. I move to the side to block Salara’s form from his view, my brow raising in question. His eyes snap in my direction and I watch as he tries to cool down the rising anger that is battling inside of him. These bursts of anger should have been the first thing that Henry worked on upon being marked and I have kicked myself a lot over the past week for allowing him to take Salara away with him without warning them. Henry denies that
Salara’s POVHaving Henry fawn over me when Derrick is standing just off to the side is the most awkward experience of my life so far. Henry is currently telling me about how he finished cleaning out the spare room at Savannah’s house and that he can’t wait for Hayden and I to return to him. I go to tell him that I will not be returning to the house with him, but something holds me back from speaking the words. Whether it is the kind treatment that he is currenlty bestowing on me, or something else, I do not know, but something is preventing me from speaking the words. I can feel Derrick’s eyes burning a hole into my left side, but I can’t bring myself to face him when I am unable to commit to staying in the packhouse. Confusing emotions swirl around inside of me and I really wish that the both of them would leave so I could work through them without their domineering presence hovering over me. A slight headache begins to pound at the back of my skull as I attempt to listen to the
Derrick’s POVAfter leaving Salara, I spent the rest of my afternoon preparing for the full moon. Thanks to the interruption that was her husband, I didn’t have a chance to talk to Salara about Henry’s behaviour after he left the Evergreen Pack two weeks ago, though I am pretty sure that the aggression that comes from being a wolf hit him while he was away. Hunter has given me the silent treatment since leaving Salara’s room in the clinic, blaming me for the state that our mate is in. Not that I can really blame him because I have been beating myself up since the moment I learned about Salara’s attack a week ago. How could I be so foolish to allow him to take her back home with him? I should have insisted that she stay behind, or at least ordered that he move into the pack right away and handle his affairs from here. By the time I came to my senses, it was too late and she was already gone. Henry spent the next week avoiding my phone calls and making excuses over text on why he cou