SYDNEY
"You're not going after him," Quade snarled, stepping in front of me and placing his hands against the backrest on either side of my head, "I'm serious, Sydney, you're not going to run after him and comfort him as he's some sort of lost fucking pup."
"Quade, I'm only going to ask you this once," I asked lowly, challenging him because who the hell did he think he was talking to, "did you say something to set him off?"
I watched his jaw muscle tick and his eyes swirl with steely silver, "I may have said some stuff."
My lips automatically curved into a malicious snarl. Placing my palms flat against his chest, I shoved him away. He stumbled back and I used that as my opportunity to stand to my feet, "Why the fuck would you do that? Why can't you just let him be? You said it yourself, ignoring him is easy."
"Yeah, it's not so fucking easy when you let him touch you
SYDNEYFor the first time since I had taken over being Alpha of the Green Forest pack, I didn't know what to do. I had not a clue of where I should turn or who I should go to. My father would have been able to answer all my questions but it was pride keeping me from asking him about Victor. Pride and the fact I wanted to hear about whatever was going on from the source itself.Victor did deserve his privacy. Every member of my pack had their right to their privacy. But not every member had secrets the way Victor had. If he truly did have the strength of an Alpha then he should have brought it to my attention. As the Alpha, it was his duty to inform me and my right to know how the hell it was even possible for him to possess something like that. How could I trust him if he was going to keep important things like this from me? He gave me a good reason to trust him all those years and now he was giving me a good reason to doubt
SYDNEY"Do you want me to come with you?" Quade murmured, snaking his arms around me from behind. He ducked his head into the crook of my neck and inhaled my scent before releasing a sigh."And make things worse? I don't think so," I answered, grinning at our reflection in the full-length mirror. We looked so different — him with his tattoos and piercings and me with my untouched skin.He groaned, darting his tongue out and licking up my neck, "Do you have to go now? You taste too good for me to let you leave.""Behave," I chastised, swatting his arm before turning in his hold. Swinging my arms over his shoulders, I said, "if you're there it will just aggravate the situation. He'll get mad and he won't want to talk."This morning I woke up and decided it was time Victor finally told me whatever he had been trying to hide. I couldn't keep defending him and justifying his actions. It had been a week since he and Quade got into that brawl and h
SYDNEY"I haven't accepted the title yet," Victor clarified through the link, "I don't think I want to.""You've got no choice. You're clearly an Alpha that's meant to lead them. Maybe you can help them, make them better," I suggested, edging my way toward him. Placing my hand on his extremely sculptured bicep, I said, "Maybe this will be good for you."This time it was him pulling away, hands balling at his side's until they turned a pale white, "I don't want to be an Alpha," his voice came through the link in a snarl and his eyes began flashing black. He was having trouble controlling his anger which continuously set his wolf off."Well, you don't exactly have a choice right now so let me help you the only way I know how," I challenged, standing my ground. He couldn't refuse his title just because he wanted to. That wasn't how it worked and I wouldn't allow it."There is a way you can help me," his voice dropped to a whisper which made no
SYDNEY"Give that back," Quade growled furiously, leaping onto the bed so he could grab ahold of me. I was faster than him, leaping off in time and sprinting to the other end of the room, "I'm not kidding, Sydney. Hand it over!""No!" I grimaced, pouting my lips and hugging the leather-bound book that I found under the bed to my chest, "Why can't I read it. What do you have to hide?" I brought the book forward enough to see his pack crest on the cover, "does it hold your pack secrets or something?"Running a tattooed hand through his damp locks, he sighed, "No, it doesn't hold pack secrets but it's personal and I don't want you to fucking read it." He stepped down from the bed and began fumbling with the hem of the t-shirt he wore, "that's my poetry book."His confession had his heart racing in his ribcage and a thin layer of sweat forming on his forehead. There was absolutely nothing for him
SYDNEYWe had never found the body that the blood belonged to and all of the workers that were working that day checked out clean after we did thorough background searches on them. Majority of the workers were werewolves and belonged to the pack but a handful was human. The perplexed look on their faces haunted me. It was difficult explaining to them what the writing meant. I simply stuck to it being a prank pulled by a group of deranged teenagers. That was far from the truth though, and every day that past felt like the danger that lurked around every corner only grew.I feared bringing my pup into our world, more so now that everyone seemed against us. I'd give my life up for my pup and I knew Quade or Victor, or anyone of my pack members would do the same but I didn't want that to happen. I didn't want it to get to reach that point. My pup needed a safe environment to grow up in, one where I could watch him or her grow and flourish. Maybe
SYDNEYStorming out of the front door, I began walking to the back, edging my way into the dark woods that offered me some sort of reprieve. With Quade persistently following me, I knew that peace wouldn't last long. My arousal drifted around me like the sweetest perfume. Being in the woods probably wasn't the most smartest thing to do with the amount of unmated wolves running laps through there. The sweet scent would be like a beacon to them, putting them on autopilot, switching their primal instincts on. They wouldn't care if I was their alpha or not, all they would smell was the potent aroma of my arousal and all they would care about is mating with me, whether I was mated or not."Sydney, wait a fucking minute would you," Quade growled, clutching my arm and whirling me around to face him just as we entered the forest. The second he got a whiff of my scent his eyes flashed a steely silver, "fuck!" His grip on my arm tight
QUADE"That's good, but keep your hands up at all times to protect yourself. If they attack you can always use your arms to protect yourself and spread your feet more so you have some center of balance at least," I instructed the pup sparring with me. He was newly shifted and — because he lacked the decent control — no one wanted to risk sparring with him.I knew if Sydney wasn't about to pop she would have happily trained the pup. She prided herself on her combat skills, completely certain that she could kick my arse if she really wanted to. She probably had the skill too, I definitely didn't put it past her considering her history with arsehole Alphas that unestimated her."I'm tired, can we take a breather?" The pup grumbled, wiping beads of sweat off his forehead. It still surprised me, even after three months in this pack, that everyone respected me as their own. The pup was actually quite fucking thrill
SYDNEYI stood with my hands laced over my belly, my back against Quade's chest, and his hands over mine. Monica and Lana had just arrived and we all wanted to give them the homely welcome they always received. Because this was their home, they were always welcome here. Monica spent more time here than she spent in her own pack. Mom thought it had a lot to do with the fact that she lost her wolf all those years ago."Gracey baby," Monica gushed with enthusiasm, throwing her arms around mom's shoulders and wrapping her legs around her waist, "I missed you."Mom caught her with ease, laughing at the antics of her best friend, "Yeah, Yeah. I missed you too, Mono," she replied between bubbles of laughter.Monica slipped both feet on to the ground, finally letting go of mom and giving my dad a once over, "Daddy Silas," she taunted, shooting him a wink that had my father awkwardly shifting from one