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DARIUS POV “I want more…” She said in a breathy moan. Her body is coated in a glossy layer of sweat. Her thighs are glistening with her juices that I’m still tasting on my lips and tongue. She tastes amazing and I am more than happy to give her more. “Yes, madam,” I respond, as I begin to lean forward, my tongue sliding out of my mouth; ready to taste her again. She grips my hair, tugging me up so I’m looking into her lust-filled eyes. Her light brown orbs are alight with the golden hue of her wolf. “No. I want more of you, Darius. All of you.” She says, still trying to catch her breath, and her gaze shifts down to my hardened and throbbing shaft. I dip my gaze down and then look back into her eyes. I don’t see any hesitation or uncertainty on her face. My girl always knows what she wants. But I still want to make sure. “Are you sure?” She nods, pushing up so she is sitting completely upright. “I need words, Troublemaker.” I remind her as I kiss her knee. “Yes, Darius.
JUSTIN POV Sweat is dripping down the back of my neck, trickling down my back. I run my hands through my hair, which has grown out from my normally buzzed cut. I’m wearing a path in the ground from the pacing I’m doing between these two giant trees. This is our usual meeting spot. He’s running late. I get anxious when he’s late. The updates I have for him should make him pleased, dare I say happy? He took me under his wing years ago. He was my mentor. The closest thing to a father since I lost mine to the fucking plague. My father died when I was 13 years old. My mother got the plague first- that seemed to be how it happened to everyone. All the women got sick first. Their mates and children had to watch them slowly die, and then the men died. There were a few exceptions where the male mates got sick first, but it was almost always the women who died first. My father loved my mother. He didn’t have to die. He was selfish. I guess the pain of living without my mother was too pai
DAYA POV The last 12 hours have been indescribable. I lie. I can describe it all, but I will only make myself blush by replaying it in my head. I have never felt so connected to another person. I don’t regret spending the night…and parts of the morning, with Darius. I still get small shocks of tingles and sparks up my body when I think about him. The full moon is the day after tomorrow and I still don’t know what I want to do. I know I want Darius, but the fear of the plague has me hesitant to accept the actual mate bond. Darius and I spoke about it between our bouts in his bedroom and letting our wolves run together. ***The previous evening*** “What’s running through that beautiful head of yours, Troublemaker?” His nickname no longer frustrates me, the exact opposite. It excites me. I clench my thighs together at the sound of his deep voice, which rumbles from his chest. “Mmm, nothing that can’t wait,” I reply in a breathy whisper. I don’t want to kill the mood by bringing u
DARIUS POV Last night was amazing. Daya and I connected in ways I never imagined. We didn’t just have sex. We promised ourselves to each other. We spoke about our future. I haven’t thought about my future since Calvin died. Since losing him, I’ve lived day to day, checking boxes, completing tasks, and trying to hold myself together for the good of my pack. Now, with Daya, I feel like I have a purpose again. Not that my pack wasn’t a purpose to live, but over time, I resented my role as Alpha because I had to do it, it was never a choice for me to make, or a choice I had time to process. One minute, I was the carefree younger brother of Alpha Calvin Barnett, the next, my brother was dead, and I was the new Alpha. How can I love a role that was never mine to have, not in this way at least? But Daya, fuck. She sees me. I think as an alpha female and older sister, she understands the pressure I experience. She also doesn’t stroke my ego like other she-wolves. Daya calls me out on my
DAYA POV I saw red. More specifically, I saw pink. A hot pink sports bra, with giant boobs spilling out, forcing everyone’s eyes to them like beacons. I don’t remember shifting, my wolf took control as jealousy and rage, fueled her. The need to show this bitch that Darius is mine is my only thought. I was mid-air, my claws out, ready to rip into her perfect skin and delicate body. I feel myself being jolted back by some unknown force. I hit the ground behind me and realize that Darius had grabbed me by the scruff and yanked me back before I could do anything. Why would he stop me? Did he still have feelings for Mara? My wolf whimpered at the thought. I didn’t want to show weakness in front of all these wolves. I thrashed, trying to shake him off me, but he continued to pin my wolf down. I didn’t realize how strong Darius was until this moment. “Shift!” He growls out to me, pushing his Alpha aura out. I smirk, knowing his command will not work on me, since I am an Alpha female.
DARIUS POV I don’t know what to believe, or who to believe, anymore. Justin was one of my closest friends. We grew up together. We helped each other through some of the shittiest times of our lives. He became one of the best warriors in the pack and earned his spot as lead trainer. I have no idea when he lost his way and resented me so much. Mara. I thought she was obsessed with becoming Luna and having power. Maybe she still is, and somehow Justin convinced her to join him. And Daya? Is she even really my mate? Has this all been a lie? She has always kept me at a distance and hesitant to be with me. Justin was the one who found her and brought her here. She disrespected me on her first night here. She lived next door to Justin this entire time. Are they chosen mates? Everything is too much of a coincidence for me to trust any of it. I am overwhelmed. Overwhelmed by anger, betrayal, loss, pain. You name it, I’m feeling it. And Daya is right there, still trying to convince me I c
MARA POV “Bring her to the cells.” It was music to my ears to hear Darius speak those words. I hid behind the tree line and kept my scent masked. I just needed to make sure that fight wasn’t an act on his part. I need to ensure he truly hated her. I hate her. This is exactly how it was supposed to go. He was always supposed to be mine. I have been in love with Darius since I can remember; before he was even Alpha. I was on my own for so long and Darius was always so nice to me. ***Flashback 13 years ago*** “Marianna, make sure you’re wearing your black dress. We have to leave soon sweetie.” My Aunt Stella called out to me from downstairs. I was in my room, hiding under the covers. My mom is her sister…was her sister. My mom got that bad sickness that so many other wolves were dying from. I didn’t think she would get it because Daddy hasn’t lived with us in a while, but Mommy said he would come back one day. I thought mommies and daddies had to live together to get sick. I was
DAYA POV “Hey! Let us out! We haven’t done anything wrong! Fucking assholes!” “Amy, stop yelling. Nobody is listening to us. Save your energy.” “Sorry, I’m not willing to just roll over and be held captive like you, Emmy. Maybe you’re into bondage, but not me.” “Chill out Amy! We are in this together. We all told Daya we would be here with her no matter what. This is the no matter what.” “Saph is right. Can we just calm down and wait for Daya to wake up? I wish they would take those chains off her. Is she going to be okay, Saph?” “Yea, Pearl. She’s going to be fine. I’ll try and wake her again.” “No need. I’m awake. Hard not to sleep with you four squawking at each other.” I roll over, facing my sisters in the opposite cell. I flinch as the silver chains shift around my wrists and ankles, burning untouched parts of my skin. At least they had the kindness to give me a long shirt, so I didn’t have to stay naked after my fight with Darius. I hate him for putting my sist