Zayne is running late so I helped myself to a large portion of soup and bread, I was starving Okay? Emma packs away the rest of the food and stores it in the fridge. We get to making some sandwiches since it’s still early, just early evening. I’ll probably get hungry again before it's time for bed. Afterward, I help Emma do the dishes and clean the kitchen, I wash and she dries putting them away in their appropriate places. The door opens and closes, low footfalls sound and, I bite my lips to hide my smile, a moment later Zayne steps into the kitchen. “Emma,” he says as a way of greeting “I know, I know,” she waves her hands in the air, “let me put this away and I’ll get out of your hair” she puts away the deadly sharp knives and dashed to the sink washing her hands then throws her shawl over her shoulders. “Well, have a good night to you. Have fun” she shoots me a wink over her shoulder before pressing a kiss to Zayne’s cheek before disappearing through the door. I smile at her a
I don’t know if it’s because I have death on my mind when I close my eyes, but for the first time, I wake up with the scent of blood in my nose, the metallic taste on my tongue. And death behind my eyes. I fly out of the bed and rush to the bathroom and retch acid runs up my throat, and nose, a shudder runs through me.“Fucking hell” I breathe, on my knees, eyes closed, I lean my head against the toilet, sucking in air through my mouth into my lungs. When the earth stops moving I open my eyes, get up, and hit flush. I stumble to the sink and run the water. Patting my damp cheeks, needing to get rid of the bile on my tongue.I suck in water, and gurgle it in my mouth before spitting it out, doing it several times until the bitter taste is gone from my tongue, then I squirt a large portion of paste and get to work on cleaning my mouth.I wash my face and pat it dry with a towel, I close my eyes and snap them back open at the sight of blood and death.“Goddess” revulsion in my belly, I r
The feeling of wrongness chases me from my nightmares. Except I wasn’t dreaming of the slaughter this time, at least I don’t think so, closing my eyes, I see fog, the grass is wet, the breeze is still, quiet. I try to peer through the fog, trying to see what? A face maybe? A strange feeling settles in my belly, making me want to get out of my skin, not the erotic way Zayne does but familiar. My stomach churns, and bitter taste on my tongue. I hate being so damned sensitive. A shudder at the thought, pressing my palms to my eyes and releasing an exasperated breath. I wake up late, probably because I slept late, chatting on my phone and then surfing the internet after discovering YouTube until Zayne told me to put that thing away and go to sleep. He sounded like he was losing his patience and I didn’t want to test him. Earlier today, a message was waiting in my inbox from Sky telling me that I’m off patrol duty until I get my shit sorted. Which means more mental exercise for me so I
That night he was fierce with me, fucking me into the bed. Edging me and not letting me reach climax for what felt like hours, deep strokes and changing the rhythm the closer I got. ”Did I tell you,” I whisper “You look so badass and powerful in your office when you are on one of your calls or meetings I get so wet I want you to fuck me while you’re going on about territories and treaties?” my words end in a gasp as he growls in my ear from behind, his fingers playing between my legs, rubbing my clit, my knees tremble. “Is that what you think about when you see me?” He rocks his hips at a steady pace until pleasure washes through me. He turns me over unto my back spread my thighs and thrust his tongue into my mouth, his cock finding its way back inside me “We’re going to make that a reality one day, hmm?” When he finally let me reach completion it had been earth shattering. I lay back blinking to get my eyes to stop seeing stars when he whispered “Do you want him?” I almost hadn't
***While we wait on Mars to deliver on the report, Zayne and I on a standstill on our argument for the next two days, I however I’m not ready to let it go, I will convince him to see things my way when the time is right, for the time being, I spend most of my time in the woods or go on walks around the pack to test myself on my endurance, honing my abilities like a sharpened sword, waiting to when I can sink it into the throat of the guilty ones when I get my hands on them. All the while doing my own little investigations, asking anyone who is able to talk about it what they remembered on the last days before the attack, did we have any enemies, anything that seemed odd, anything at all. The guys at the lodge are witnesses after all, never heard of any investigation that didn’t include questioning of witnesses. There hasn’t been any breath through but I’m not giving up.I’ll never give up.Heat wakes me, it spreads from my belly, down my thighs to my toes curled in the sheets, the
My knees are a little shaky when I rise from the couch. “What is it?” I wave at him when he goes to stand up “I’m alright, just feeling a little cooped up, I think I’ll go for a walk” I wrap my arms around my middle, suddenly feeling very drained. He is at my side a moment later. “You’re upset” he noted. “A lot about this doesn’t make sense, no matter how many times I think about it, I just can’t make sense of it” Zayne takes my hand, “If there’s one thing I’ve learned, you cannot make sense of evil, it’s just it” I nod because he is right. And evil like that deserves to be eradicated from the face of the earth. “If you want some air, I’ll walk with you” “I don’t want to distract you” I try, knowing he has got to be bombarded with work for taking a few days off to take care of me. “I want to,” he says firmly, turning me around to the door. It is early evening already Zayne had paused by the room to help me into a sweater before we stepped out. We pass by a few people who pa
I spend the next few hours on my phone, while Zayne works quietly. “Would you like to see the report?” My eyes snap to him. “Y-you have it?” I stammered, and my heart jumps into my throat. “Sitting in my inbox as we speak” My heart skips a beat in my chest I begin to get up slowly. Zayne must see the tremor in me because he suggests. “Or we can go to bed now, look at it with fresh eyes in the morning.” I’m already shaking my head, “I don’t think I would be able to sleep now, not now that I know it’s here” I come around his table to stand beside his chair. “You might not be able to sleep after you see it.” It must be very graphic then. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before” “I can take a look instead, tell you what I find” he offers. I shake my head negatively, unable to say anything. I stand beside him, my heart in my throat but I force my legs to stand strong, my knees to stop to stand strong, and my spine to straighten. The cursor blinks on the message icon, with Mars’s n
I need to speak with Zayne about what I overheard last night, even after the others left he didn’t come up, he must have stayed up till morning. I couldn’t sleep either. I don’t think it was meant for my ears but I’m glad I heard it, the enforcers are beginning to get concerned. That worries me more than anything. I wonder how long they’ve been having meetings like that. I need to do something about it, what though? I have no ideas but something has to be done, hence why I need to talk to Zayne. I feel like kicking myself. I can’t believe how selfish I’ve been, so focused on getting the justice I’m owed, I didn’t think about how it might affect Dark Woods as a whole until Jida pointed it out. Zayne supports my bid for justice. As my mate and an Alpha, he felt the same need to avenge his father and his pack as I do right now. In the past year, it was all I thought about, it was what I wanted the most, I trained for it, and through blood and sweat, I got strong, and acquired the sk