*Tilly POV* It feels like a dream, a very vivid, cold and painful dream. Onyx is here, clinging to me like a lovesick mate, and my mom is cradling me. Her usually cold eyes hold so much pain and regret as she sobs. Her touches are tender, gently smoothing my hair or cupping my cheeks. It’s not until she kisses my forehead that I realize I’m dead. No way in any world would my mother, the woman whose cold shoulder being turned brought me more pain than any of the things Ian did to my body, would cling to me like this. This woman had access to my heart, my innocent soul, and she never even tried to nurture them. So this woman, the one holding me and crying over my broken body…there is no way she is the same Greta I know. It’s just not possible. “Tilly…” I hear his voice as my eyes close, waiting for the next step in the dying process. Does the Goddess come to me or do I go to her for my judgment? A large hand strokes my cheek, tracing down the curve of my jaw, tilting my chin up and
Onyx gives my hand a gentle squeeze as he pinches his brow, squinting his eyes, trying to blink the exhaustion away. This is all far from over. In fact, shit is more complicated even with Ian in our hands. Onyx swears he can sense eyes on us watching as we set up camp just outside the border so that I can heal away from all the corpses of the pack that is supposed to be mine. “You could accept the pack, as the Alpha…” He offers and I frown at him. “I don’t want to.” I admit. “The old ways here are so complex and random and barbaric…what if there is no way for me to get out of being the Alpha after I accept? Where would that leave us?”My heart pinches, knowing what his answer will be. I know he would leave his pack for in an instant. Onyx has the luxury of having two good and capable step-ins if needed. And with no real ‘law’ to prohibit Tic from becoming Alpha, it wouldn’t be a terribly difficult transition. But…it is his birthright, his pack, his family name…all given up and away
“Gone?” I screech. My wrists protest as I fling myself upright. “What do you mean, he is gone? How? Where!”Panic rumbles through, clinging to every fiber of my tattered sanity as my chest burns and sweat dots my brow. My vision tunnels out and all I can see is the blood under my feet, as if I am hanging again. We won. I thought it was over, that we had him and we would dispose of him. It doesn’t make any sense. My eyes search for Anna, seeking confirmation that I’m here. I’m safe. But All I find is her and the startling truth that I have to be strong for her right now. She looks just as lost and scared as I feel. “I don’t know!” She grits out, putting her hands on her head like she is trying to catch her breath. She snaps her gaze to meet mine and her face falls, watching me heave my chest up and down, trying to calm myself. “I won’t let him get near you, okay?” She rushes over to me, but I know the shit he did to her, the reality of it still ever present on her bruised face. Anna
I move as fast as my pain allows me, trying to close the distance between us. Beckham’s eyes remain on me, trying to calm himself as he goes through routine breathing exercises. He just killed someone, and for someone so young, so genuinely kind…it’s not something to take lightly. We are werewolves, yes, sometimes feral, often borderline barbaric, but that doesn’t make taking a life any easier. Especially for someone who has not yet shifted. Someone innocent, someone like Beckham. “Are you okay?” I ask him, reaching out to place my hand on his shoulder before taking a seat beside him. Beckham shrugs. Then shakes his head no, and then he covers his face and sobs some more. “I don’t know.” His voice is hoarse, like he has been screaming and yet he sounds so small. I still see in him the little guy who I would have tickle wars with, whose face I would wipe clean after sneaking chocolate ice cream in the middle of the night. “You will be,” I assure him.“He deserved it.” He mutters as
*Onyx POV*We are all on edge, as we should be, considering where we are, but if what Tilly and Anna have told me is true, I think they are trustworthy. Not to mention Tilly is now this pack’s only hope of survival. To attack her or anyone she wishes to protect is death to the pack with no redemption. And it’s their own dumb rules that tied their hands like this.The boy leading us to our room stops for a minute and then turns toward Tilly. She clings to me, her pain seeping through the mate bond, notifying me she has once again done too much too soon. She should have just let me carry her the entire way. “If you need anything, just stick your head out and holler. I’ve already put clean towels and linens out. Audra, the she-wolf attending to you will be by with some clothing that fits.” He then gives a curt bow and walks off. “Well, that was interesting…” Tilly says, then her tired gray eyes look up at me. “Do we have servants like this in our pack?”My heart swells at her words. Ou
I stand, and in one singular motion, I lift her and spin so she is on my lap. She rises on her knees, hovering just above me as I look up at her. The light shines from behind her, illuminating her hair and outlining the curves of her body as water splashes off her skin.The look in her eyes, that shy hunger, has my heart stuttering in my chest. I reach up, gingerly stroking her cheek before wrapping my hand around the nape of her neck and yank her lips to mine in a needy kiss. Her body presses to mine and the shock of how strong the sparks are makes us both gasp. She giggles into my mouth and it sends a thrill through me and down to the place where I need our bodies to meet.There is nothing I need more than to feel her in every way. But we are on her time right now. Meeting or not, nothing will make me rush this, rush her. Why the hell would I want to? I want to lap up every damn second like the thirsty wolf I am. I nibble on her bottom lip, then press my tongue along her lips, sea
*Tilly POV*“I hate meetings,” I whisper to Anna, who elbows me in my side. I stick my tongue out at her and she rolls her eyes before biting back a smile. Onyx reaches out and takes my hand, entwining our fingers as he pulls me back to the conversation that’s about to start.“Behave,” he whispers in my ear, but I hear the smile there. He prefers it when I misbehave and we both know it. It was my lack of decorum that drew him to me in the first place, right? My grandmother sits to the right of my grandfather and to his left another middle-aged man with a peppering of gray in his black hair. I tilt my head, trying to figure out who he is when my grandfather clears his throat, calling everyone’s attention. Only respective alphas and their mates are here. Anna being the exception to the rule since she will take the role once she gets home since she has found her mate.“I would like to first start by apologizing profusely.” My grandpa mutters, his eyes much clearer than they had been whe
Onyx eats the last of the pesto chicken and stands from the bed, taking our plates and setting them on the desk near the door. When he spins around, he has a glint in his eyes and I blush as his emotions flood my mind. It seems he is hungry again. Instead of coming to me, he moves to the bathroom to clean himself up and I chuckle to myself as my body is ravaged by the barrage of emotions he still has hammering into me. When he walks back out, he is clean shaven, his perfectly angled jawline on full display and it does to me exactly what the v shape at his waist does. Which is going to be great when we are in public. Nothing wrong with being hot and bothered ALL the time, right? His smile morphs into a sheepish grin as he stalks over to me, his eyes dark and his hands dropping to the waistband of his shorts. Before he shimmies them off and leaps onto the bed. I howl in laughter, giggling as he reaches out and takes hold of my ankles, yanking me down onto my back. Onyx then crawls u