-BLAYNE’S POV- “What are you doing?” The early morning sun was already up when I came home from patrolling the borders to find Cleo packing her suitcases in the closet. All three were open as she went back and forth with clothes from the hanger and drawers. She was freshly showered in a blue and white striped camisole top and blue jeans shorts. Smelling heavenly, her hair was in a messy bun on top. I could gawk at her forever in amazement. It’s fucking insane how everything she does makes me want to compliment her. “I am moving out.” She moved around in the closet gathering her clothes from the hangers. “Why?” Stunned, I grasped her arms to hold her still. My heart was breaking and my wolf howled inside of me. The mate bond snagged at me with a burning gash. She rolled up the yellow yoga pants in her hands and dropped it into the suitcase. “It’s not fair for me to continue the living arrangements when my people are lacking on many levels. It’s causing a rift between us. I should b
-BLAYNE'S POV- Cleo was angry with me. She was frustrated with the interval in the integration process. More of her people came down from the mountains today. Those were the injured ones who had partially recovered and could make the journey. It’s been three days since I returned with Jasmine from Crimson Hyde Pack. She was Curtis’ mate who connected Chloe to the witch of the Starfall Enchanted Sisters coven. Had Vance been there, she would have died instantly. Alpha Virgil pleaded on behalf of his Beta Astrol for leniency to spare her life. He hoped that the brotherly bond would have awarded some benevolence. Since the witch queen, Ophelia, felt obligated to defend her species, Vance mostly maintains Jasmine's life in order that she might testify in support of the murder accusations against the witch. Chloe’s actions were unforgivable. I looked forward to being an uncle and of course, training him under Vance’s watch. Now that the baby was gone and the funeral held, an ominous cl
-CLEO’S POV- Blayne was being impossible! The housebound was abolished, howbeit he wanted me to stay in the apartment like a blasted house rat. He was probably in a bad mood due to the argument we had this morning. I was the same. We argued and made up, and then argued again. The confinement of the dwelling made it insufferable to stay there. Blayne should hurry up with options that I could use to make my people feel contented. They were still homeless, alienated, and restless. The date tonight had better be worth it or else I will move out. Today, as usual, I went to the camping site. Even though Sheldon was usually helpful to everyone, his snobbery persisted. He had a genuine love for our people. The thing that disturbed them the most was what I was doing away from them. Was I having fun with my mate or badgering the Alpha King about our plight? The arrest remained untold. Again, I gave them a lengthy speech and reassured them that we were working on habitats while we set up add
-CLEO’S POV- Undiluted lust possessed us, driving me wild. In the fervid silence, our eyes appreciated each other’s bodies. His sexiness exuded from the black shirt with a white bike printed on the front that he wore with his taut muscles bulging underneath. My mouth salivates. The incendiary pleasure that his stare granted was different from what I felt this morning. My wolf was virtually humping the ground in my head, rolling around to sniff his scent while I had my eyes half closed from the electrical signals he transmitted through my body. My teeth began to hurt, and I felt the impulse to claim him. My tongue pleaded for just a taste since I wasn't used to this feverish pitch-black glare in his eyes. Fixed on mine, they drew me in, along with his lush lips. “All mine,” he whispered like he was daring me to defy him. He wipes his tongue across his upper lips, showing fangs. He quickly put his hands around my waist, pulling my body into his while I blinked in shock. My head was f
-BLAYNE’S POV – “Thank you, Blayne.” Sianna took the Regant file from me and the cyan face towel fell from her hand. The folder contained the list of the thirty-one children who were to be placed into our education system. “I’ll complete these later.” The swearing-in ceremony for the Regant Rogues was conducted four days ago and now Cleo has some peace. My protective arms encircled Cleo as she nestled up against my chest. I removed her tangled hair from her face. She moaned and tossed her right leg over mine, rousing my cock. She habitually did that which customarily led to intense early-morning sex. I kept my gaze fixed on her for almost an hour, savoring her warmth and her seductive aroma. I've been doing it every day before I pry myself away from bed. I left her sleeping this morning. She was a tired mess. Unfortunately, the children were behind in their education and would require a special program to get them on par with the kids in our pack. Sianna did not attend the ceremon
-CLEO’S POV- How could I be so stupid? I walked right into a fucking trap. When I called Aunt Sora on the number that she gave me, she pretended to be extremely thrilled and specially requested to see her long-lost niece in Albus City in Washington. I was aware that Blayne would prohibit me from leaving the territory by myself. I didn't want him to be overbearing and smothering which led me to venture alone. Blayne had missions coming up and since we were meeting in a city that was neutral territory, I took the risk under the mistaken impression that these were people who cared about me. Forest Gladiators Pack owned forty percent of Washington and Venomane Krymes possessed thirty percent. Located in the center of the state, Albus City was unclaimed and so anyone could enter. Therefore, I thought that I would meet and greet them and then be back in Dark Wolverson before Blayne returned from his missions. “I warned you, but you never listen to me,” My wolf scowled. “Stop making me
-CLEO’S POV- Run! Cleo, run! Fangrymes Survivor had begun. The gates closed. I sprinted down the dark passageway of the tunnel. Staying ahead of my rivals was vital since I was the number one target. There was a tangible black veil of gloom. A reminder of our date with death. The horrifying sound of ripping flesh resounded through the underground corridor. One, two, three, four different utter shrills and pained howls announced their departure from the land of the living. Speed, strategy, and perseverance. Footsteps were a mere mile away. Their thirst and tenacity for blood clung to the air that surrounded us, coupled with the chilling wails of despair. Musty air, grey brick walls, and dusty rock flooring sharply cut my bare feet. I tried to shift but could not. Wolfsbane mist must have been pumped into the PVC pipes in order for it to percolate into the tunnel from the utilidor to affect us. Luckily, I had a disadvantage over the Omegas. After being marked by the Royal Gamma
-CLEO’S POV- As the tunnel ground quivered from the explosion, hysterical screams filled the air. The omegas panicked and hugged each other. My body swayed like a surfer trying to keep from tumbling over. A gas line had obviously cracked and permeated the tunnel. Dirt particles rained down on us, creating clouds of dust. Only a few grey bricks fell out of place. Were they going to fry us like chicken tenders? The gas odor was so strong that the slightest spark could bake the entire underground channels. Cough! The shaking ceased. Every head turned to look at me. "Check the person next to you and ensure that they are okay. Let me know if anyone is hurt." I ordered. We had to leave the tunnels and at the same time plan for battle. I helped the young blonde to stand on her feet. The bleeding on her forehead halted, slowly healing. I scanned the open space. "We need to move out. There's a gas leak and we don't know what they're planning." My wolf sat on her rear, wagging her ta