“You will be safe here,” Dane tells me as he sets my bags down before the large wooden cottage in the woods.
I had gathered the little things I had together last night and went to class this morning. After my last class ended, Dane picked me up, and we flew back to Beverly Hill to his private cottage in the woods, where he believed I’d be safer and away from the reach of the rebels in his pack.
I did not want to leave the university. My future was at stake, but better my future than my life, and as much as I wanted to grumble, I did as I was told.
There was a Kia motor waiting on our arrival at the airport and Dane gets in after the attendant loaded the car with my bags and for the next two hours we drive to our destination.
The cottage, despite being in the woods, has a massive security system that cannot easily get bypassed. With a voice recognition lock and facial identification system. The house provided security and comfort
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Three more minutes and it will be six p.m., making it three hours later than when Dane usually returned home since we’ve been at the cottage in the last few days. He had been on the search of the rebels in his pack. He told me we would be out before the end of the week this morning and that’s two days away. The full moon was tonight, and he needed to be with me, and nowhere else. He promised to come straight over when he was done with work and his search, but I haven’t seen him. I lower my phone from my ear after the twentieth ring and Dane doesn’t answer. What if something bad had happened to him? What if he never returns? To say I’m worried is an understatement. I’m someone who’d stop calling after the second ring, but with everything happening, I have no control. I’m being crushed with worries and my nerves are raging and my heart pounding in my chest so loud can be heard from a mile away. A forceful knock comes to
“Ace!” we call out at the same time and after everything Ken just told me, I am not surprised that he knows who Ace is. “He can’t enter. Dane told me he warded the house against any and everything supernatural and so unless I invite him, he can’t enter.” I assure Ken, who looked anything but convinced. Ace chuckles and to my surprise, he, step into the house without my invitation. “Well, as you can see, Dane lied!” Ken says, panic in his voice. He had every right to panic. If everything Dane had told me about Ace was true, then none of them stood a chance against him. “Hey, Ken, we finally meet.” Ken drags my hand to his back with his hand and he stands in front of me in defence with his left hand held out as if to cast a spell. Ace smirk, giving Ken a ridiculous look. “You can’t fight me. I’m three times stronger than you.” “But n
Hello everyone and welcome to the part 2 of Betrayed by the Alpha. Thank you for sticking around. This book won't be as long as the first, but it will be filled with twist and turns. I hope I can continue to surprise you till the end. Thank you for the votes and comments and reviews. You keep me going. Happy reading. ❤️❤️ Third POV Six months ago, Dane Vixon laid in bed with his grey eyes fixed to the ceiling, listening to the sounds of the moving car on the road and the heavy footstep of Olly Martin’s, his neighbour who lived across the street and was making his way towards his garage. He had a habit of closing late and it was his way of avoiding any confrontation from his mate and wife, Blair. They argued always and their voices get so loud Dane can hear even without focusing. Dane didn’t focus his attention only on Olly and his w
Jaclyn’s lashes slowly lift and she sees Ken towering over her, speaking to someone, standing behind him because as her eyes scan around, she sees no one beside him. His eyes gradually move from her body where they have fixated on in the last minute and they move to settle on her dimmed ones. “She’s awake,” he announces, turning to the one behind him. “Stay still, I’m almost done,” he informs her, his eyes as bright as ever. Jaclyn does as she’s told and lays still, ignoring the cold gripping her skin into numbness and the pain still lingering in her heart and wrist. Her eyes fixate on the trees standing around and the birds flying and singing sweetly in her ears. She silently wondered why this environment felt so familiar and why, at the slightest glimpse of the missing connection dots in her memory, her heart ached even more? Whatever it was, didn’t feel good. “Don’t think too hard. I placed a blocking spell on your mi
“Will she make it through? You said she wasn’t strong enough for any major change and this is a MAJOR change.” Quinton’s panic is at the highest point, and Ken can’t stop him.Uncertainty flickered in his eyes, and his heart broke while he watched Jaclyn writhe in pain. “I don’t know, Quinton, she might not make it through. She’s still going through the pain of the truth about the man she once loved. I pray she makes it through, but I fear if this brings her premier shift, it might break her for the worse.”Quinton answer, his attention fixed on Jaclyn transforming on the floor while standing his ground beside her.Her hand cracked and one of them adjusted painfully, making her scream out and roll onto both hands and legs.The emotional pain had fuelled her shift, but it has soon been subdued by the physical torture of the shift.“Make it stop!” she cried out,
Ken drops a big bowl of red meat before Jaclyn as she and Quinton sat at the dining table while he served dinner. Her stomach growled loudly on seeing the delicious-looking stake, and her cheeks heat of embarrassment. After they got in, she had taken a shower and changed into another set of clothes, which was just as big as the grey shirt earlier, leaving her to believe they were Ken’s. He wasn’t huge, but he was bigger than her, for sure. She was grateful for the clothes but hoped they’d get new ones soon, perhaps after eating. “I am starving. I feel like I haven’t eaten all day.” Ken laughs. “You’re a werewolf now. You need food, meat, lots of it, so don’t waste any time before you eat.” The bowl is empty within three minutes and Jaclyn takes the jug of water to her mouth, not stopping until she gulps the entire liquid down her throat. Ken watches in amusement but says nothing. He’s happy to have her back... Or at least a fraction
Jaclyn left Ken in the kitchen and she wanders through the rooms of the cottage, getting acquainted with her surroundings. She wanders over to one of the inner rooms and, from the scent alone; she knows it’s Ken’s. The warm scent welcomes her further, and she widens the door and steps into the room. The neatness of his room is one thing she notices as she enters, which had always been Ken’s signature. He had even cleaned up after her a few times, which forced her to double her game of being alert and not dropping anything whenever she was around him. A neat white sheet covered his bed, which stayed on the opposite side of the door, close to the window. A few books stayed on the nightstand next to it, and one of those books was a spell book. Jaclyn knew it because she’d seen him with it more times than she could count when they were younger. His wardrobe stands at the right side and the room with a dressing mirror glued onto its front. The left side looked l
Two weeks later Ken stepped out of the cottage to get a few provisions from the next town store, and Jaclyn stayed inside and kept the door locked, just as Ken instructed. Two days after she regained consciousness, Jaclyn had woken up to a tug in her heart. The painful tug made her scream so loud she woke Ken and Quinton up, and they raced into her room to her aid. After the ache reduced, she explained what had triggered the outburst and Ken told her that her mark and bleeding heart were still healing, hence her pain. He added that her shift and transformation into a werewolf would have speeded up the healing process, but because her bleeding heart resulted from a ritual, its healing took longer than usual. Ken believed it would take a few months after her awakening for her healing to be completed and so she needed to stay at the cottage. Quinton received news of his father’s demise in a brutal attack last week and he left for the North immediatel