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Quinn For a long time, no one spoke. Glover came and went with the refreshments, which in this case was a variety of drinks, both hot and cold, and enough food to feed all the Lycans and have leftovers for the werewolves hiding out in the forest. My grandmother helped herself to tea and sandwiches, while my grandfather just kept staring at me as he sipped on a coffee. The atmosphere was thick and uncomfortable. After a while, even Raf started to squirm. When Jolene finally put her cup and plate down, I mustered the courage to ask, “Why did I never meet you? And who were those people I thought were my grandparents?” “Claude wouldn’t allow us anywhere near you. He feared that we’d draw too much attention to you. The two people you knew as your grandparents were my uncle and aunt. They are also wolfless. They practically raised Claude. He saw them as his parents and called them mother and father,” Jolene explained. “You…abandoned your son?” “No,” Dexter answered. “No. I knew when he
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Sebastian The depression that overtook me came out of nowhere. I woke up one day without a desire to get out of bed. It happened a week after the Lycans showed up, and nearly three weeks later it had only gotten worse. I was in a pit so dark and deep that I didn't think I'd ever be able to escape it again. Norhing made sense anymore. Life, itself, held no appeal. More than once, I considered eating a silver bullet so I could shuffle off this mortal coil to join Mario on the star planes. Troy moved me from my regular room on the second floor to one of the three guestrooms on the third floor. Glover and Missus Lowry were in the other two rooms. Troy ordered our guards out of the stables that he had converted into the warrior barracks, and into the mansion. Sixteen warriors now occupied the four bedrooms on the second floor, and if need be, they could be by our side and ready to fight in seconds. I was angry at everyone and everything, but mostly at my father and his hateful Lycan no
Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 77
Troy The moment we crossed the bridge into the city, a man jumped out in front of the car, waving his arms around like a windmill. "Stop! For God's sake!" he screamed. I recognised him right away. It was the face of a man I had seen in countless articles. It was the same face as that of the twin Maree boys. The same boys that I hid in an elite human boarding school in a small human town called Suffering. I had known the inhabitants of Suffering for a long time. I built a strong alliance with them over the years. Living as they did, far removed from the modern world and all the modern scepticism, they were well aware of the existence of the supernatural. Werewolves weren’t usually allowed in their town, and they cast a powerful anti-werewolf charm around their village, but they let me in and they let the boys in. It was the only place where I felt they’d be completely safe, and it put Quinn’s mind at ease. Suffering lay mostly hidden in a valley in the shadow of a beautiful snow-ca
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Troy “Our mate,” Vortigen said in my head, his voice filled with anguish. “He’s hurting our mate. Kill him.” “No. We can’t kill everyone who hurts Quinn’s feelings.” “Why not?” Vortigen asked. “That is our job. We must protect our mate.” That was the problem with my wolf. Sometimes, he was all about the emotion, and when it came to Quinn he was downright irrational. He'd burn the world to the ground to see her safe and happy. I couldn't say that I fully disagreed with his stance on the matter. Sensing that I did not want to kill Claude, Vortigen tried to force his way to the surface so he could do it instead. “No,” I said sternly and pushed him aside. “Can you not feel it? She loves him. She is angry and hurt, but she still loves him. If we kill him, she’ll never forgive us.” Very slowly, Quinn started to reanimate. She was terrified, confused, angry, but most of all, she was so, so happy to see her father alive and relatively unharmed. She tucked at her hair while she stared at
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Troy My heart plummeted into my stomach when I saw Quinn sitting in the window. It was her favourite spot, and usually it didn’t bother me, but the window was open and she leaned far out, only holding onto the frame by her fingertips. For a moment, the memory of my mother running past me and jumping out of the highest tower’s window flashed before my eyes and I froze, my limbs heavy, unable to move my body forward. Quinn leaned over a little further, her fingertips sliding across the window frame as she started to lose her grip. I shook myself out of the memory and rushed to my mate. I wrapped my arms around her middle, and pulled her into the room, holding her firmly against me as I folded her arms across her chest, pinning her to me. “What are you doing?” “It’s just a game I like to play.” “You’re tempting The Fates.” “I don’t believe in them.” She squirmed against me, pushing against my forearms as she tried to get out of my grip. I let her go and just to be safe, closed the
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Quinn As long as I could remember, I’ve heard people wishing for the return of a dead loved one. They always said they wanted to see them just one last time, have just one more conversation with them. I was no exceptions. At night, I’d often lie awake and wish I could hear my dad’s voice just one last time. That I could see him and talk to him again, if only for an hour. The reality of that wish coming true was something completely different. It wasn't the joyous moment it should have been. The shock of seeing my father alive, followed by the crushing realisation that he had been alive all this time, and chose to stay away from me, filled me with rage. My father killed my mother to keep my brothers safe, but me he put on a train. He made sure my brothers had a loving home to go to, while I had to sleep on the streets and fight for survival. No. Knowing that my father was alive and well wasn't the happy moment it should have been, and if I stayed here with him, I would kill him. I
Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 81
QuinnWe arrived at the packed camping grounds just as the sun started to set. The four packed SUVs driving into the park attracted attention, and when the impressive men got out and began to unpack, the cars every eye was on us.I squirmed under everyone’s gaze, and stood closer to the other she-wolves, unconsciously seeking refuge in the safety of my pack.Troy glanced at me and smiled, then start to whistle softly while he helped his warriors to unpack. “Princess,” one of the she-wolves whispered. “My name is Olivia, I’m Casper’s mate.”“You’re not supposed to call me that when we’re…with humans,” I whispered back.My mate looked up from his work, smiled, winked and started to pull one of the tents out of a canvas bag.“You should just call me Quinn while we’re here,” I said.Olivia’s face lit up and she beamed at me as if I gave her a bar of gold or something.“Handsome group of men yah got,” someone said to us.I looked up and straight into a human woman’s face. She was older, ma
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Quinn Troy looked up from his phone when I entered the tent. He smiled at me and put his phone aside. He smelled fresh and clean after his shower, and looked delicious in just his shorts. I was lucky. The woman, the human that made my skin crawl so much, made me realise just how lucky I was. I could have ended up as Nathanial Hawthorne’s wife, and if everything everyone told me were true, I would have been that man’s killing machine, not his breeder. Troy opened his legs and patted the air mattress in front of him. “How was your shower?” he asked. “Freezing cold and miserable,” I said. I didn’t need to tell him that I felt like running away the whole time. The other women in the ablution, some of them wolves, kept trying to talk to me. I didn’t mind the wolves so much, but the humans made me deeply uncomfortable. I kept waiting for one of them to throw an insult my way or to trip me as I walked across the slippery bathroom floor. I kicked my wet flip-flops off, and crawled up the
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