Chase’s POV“Chase what the hell happened yesterday?” Ron demanded as he stormed into my office the next morning. I glanced up at him from working on my laptop and whatever he saw in my eyes gave him a pause.He frowned. “Are you okay?”At his question, a burst of laughter escaped me. It was dry, empty and almost manic— everything a laugh should not have been.“Do I look okay to you?”“Okay, stupid question. My bad.” The frown carved between his brows didn’t alleviate as he lowered himself into the chair across from me. If anything, it deepened as he studied me. “You look horrible. Like, really horrible.”“Gee, thanks.” I drawled and sent off an email.Given, that I had not slept a wink last night, it was expected.“Jokes aside. What happened, Chase?”“I wasn’t aware that we were joking.” My reply remained as superficial and this riled up Ron.“We aren’t, dude. One minute we were together fighting off rogues then the second we’re done you sprint off to who knows where without a word o
Chase’s POVI left for the Franchez’s home with dread curled tightly in my gut. Death of a loved one was hardly ever expected and the tragedy of it was always difficult to come to terms with. Sadly, I spoke from experience.Being the bearer of this bad news was just as horrible. It wasn’t my first time though. When you had power and people under you who followed your commands, you were bound to lose a few.The few times when unrest grew to battles, I lost warriors on the frontline, though thanks to smart strategizing which brought the battles to a quick end, they were few and far apart.I always offered my condolences to their family personally and compensated them in the best way I could. I wasn’t a complete monster.Regardless, breaking the news was difficult each time and this case was worse because Theo hadn’t died fighting. No. She had been murdered in cold blood.As I ran, my mind wandered and I didn’t realize that I had changed course until I slowed down. Around me, trees loome
“Look at me when I talk to you, girl!” Freya screamed and I flinched as the knife in her hand came closer to my face. My stepmother, Freya, had never used a knife on me but she was just cruel enough to try and I was not about to take any chances.“Let her look at the ground, Mom” Selena scoffed, “Mateless bitches like Maya here shouldn't look us in the face.”Risking a strike from Freya, I shot Selena a menacing glare as my anger rose with my current helpless situation. She was the reason why I was in this mess.Freya raged on. “How long have you been stealing in this house?”“I didn’t steal any–“The resounding slap that landed on my cheek was expected but like every other one, it still hurt like a bitch.From the kitchen island, my stepsister cackled. That evil she-wolf was the one who had stolen the pearl necklace Freya was so fervently searching for. However, I could not dare tell Freya that her precious daughter was a lowlife who pawned off her pricey jewellery to buy drugs, she
Kylan’s lips crashed into mine and I let out a sigh of pleasure. I was going to regret this later but I did not care.His hands traced up my body and heat coursed through me as he fisted my hair to deepen our kiss. A small moan escaped my lips causing a smile to form on his.“You taste so good, Aya.” He whispered when he pressed firmly into me. Desire spiked in me and I tugged roughly on his hair. I needed more.“Kyl—”“YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!” I ripped my hands away from Kylan as though he burned.The blonde from earlier in the club stood seething before us. He was my mate, I could not bring myself to regret my actions but I felt somewhat dirty as Kylan had technically just cheated on her with me. The sight of her doused the desire that Kylan's touch had lit.“Lily, honey, let me explain.” Kylan sounded so soothing like he was trying to calm a wild animal. His tone sounded eerily similar to all the times he had tried to explain himself after I had caught him cheating.A sad sm
“Engagement?” I directed the question at no one in particular.“Yes, engagement.” Lilly answered with glee.An incredulous laugh escaped my lips. “Engagement.”Kylan spoke up finally. “Look Maya—”I cut him off. “You asked for a day to sort things out and instead you got engaged? In twenty-four hours?”I felt sick. How did I always have the worst possible luck?“Maya this is what is best for the pack. As the Alpha, it is my responsibility to make our pack stronger.”My emotions were dangerously mixed and bubbling at the surface. Anger, disappointment, embarrassment and sadness all roared in my head and my voice shook as I desperately tried to understand what I was hearing.“We are werewolves.” I stated, “We have our fated mates for a reason. You can’t just pick any random bimbo and claim to be engaged like the humans do!” My voice rose with each word.“Who the fuck are you calling a bimbo, Maya?”I pressed on, ignoring the sly wolf that was trying to steal my mate. “’ What is best for
The tense silence was abruptly broken by a harsh curse from Chase as he drove a fist into the wall. I flinched at the large hole his punch left, once again reminded of the power that flowed in the veins of this formidable Alpha.“Wh-what’s wrong?” I stuttered, torn between drawing nearer and hiding away from his gaze. The amber eyes that had just stared at me so passionately now help frigid rage.Alpha Chase ran a hand through his messy brown hair, frown lines marred his handsome face and I felt an urge to smoothen them away with a caress.“Just my horrible fucking luck.” He spat out. Dismay drips into blood at his venomous words.Wary of his reaction, I mumbled. “You’re my mate.” I didn’t know if I was reminding him or myself.Chase swivelled and stalked my way. I stepped back in fear when I met his cold gaze but came to a halt as my back hit the wall.His face was a hairbreadth from mine as he spoke.“Mate?” he scoffed. “I do not need a mate. What you were meant to be, darling, was
It had been three days since I had been kidnapped, three days since I had been made to stay in the Drakor pack house and three days since I had seen Chase. I wondered if I was the reason he had avoided the pack house since Monday. A small part of me hoped I was the reason but the larger more rational part knew there had to be a better reason.Nevertheless, I had been stuck in this same room I had woken up to on day one with its now familiar hole in the wall. I had come back here and not left it since the moment Ron threatened to kill me. The shock of that moment had worn off hours after his threat and was replaced with hurt and slight fear.Ron and Henry brought up meals for me to make sure I didn’t starve to death and each time they came, I found their sober expression insufferable. Henry no longer smiled and Ron would not meet my eyes. Clothes and a stack of novels were given to me but I wasn’t touched by their thoughtfulness and the noir thrillers were agonizingly dull.I tried to
“Chase?” I stared in stupor at the Alpha who had kissed then refused me in one breath. No longer was he the put-together, stoic Lycan that emanated power, instead, he looked adorably rumbled and reeked strongly of alcohol.The bottle of liquor in Chase’s hand fell to the ground and shattered as he looked up suddenly and saw me.“What are you doing here?” He groaned miserably, his eyes darted from me to the shards of glass at his feet.I was too stunned by the sight of him to reply or be offended by his question.He slumped against the refrigerator and began the slide to the ground, that was when I snapped back and rushed to his side to stop him from sitting on the broken glass.“How much did you drink to end up in such a pitiful state?” I grunted, no longer intimated by the staggering Alpha as I hefted him up and away from the mess he had made.“You shouldn’t be here.” Chase slurred. “Why are you still here?”“Alpha Chase, are you whining right now?” Amused, I manoeuvred us up the st