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XANDER POV The unnamed Gamma observes me closely, upon my confession that the man who killed his Alpha is my brother. Honestly, with the strong family resemblance, it’d be impossible to deny. Andrew’s anger is palpable, his mouth practically foaming and steam pouring from his head. His face vermillion, and eyes wild. If the hot headz people saw him, they’d ask him to star in their next commercial. “Nora says to trust you…” The Gamma says slowly, his eyes shifting with the inner conflict, until finally deciding. “With the situation we are in right now, I need all the allies I can get.” His hand jutting out into the space between us for a handshake. “Alpha Xander,” I state, nodding to Fletcher, still in wolf form, “my Beta Fletcher.” Turning to Andrew, I introduce him as well. “Beta Andrew of New Moon.” Nodding at the others, the man introduces himself, “Gamma Derek, and some of Northern Lakes’ warriors.” Nodding in appreciation, I pull out the tactical gear from my bag. Andrew remai
NORA POVViola hasn’t stopped growling since the door to the helicopter shut behind my captor. My skin burning hot from his touch, as his hand resting on my knee, his thumb drawing circles.His voice is in the headphones we were all required to wear. He hasn’t stopped chattering. His obnoxious voice coming out in sweet dulcet tones, but underneath lies something dangerous and menacing. “You’ll love Willowa, Dove.”His special little nickname for me is akin to feeling nails running down a chalkboard. “It has beautiful scenery for you to paint. You like painting, yes?”His question throwing me for a loop. How does he know I like to paint? And exactly how long has he been stalking me to know this? My refusal to answer him has his anger lashing out like a whip as he pinches my chin in between his fingers. Forcing me to look at him, he growls low, getting closer to my face.I try not to let him see me cringe, or smell the fear rippling around my aura. “You will answer me when I am asking yo
XANDER POV Nora’s mark is burning in a searing intensity, the distance between us so great that Ares and I can barely focus. The only solace I have is that the pain only exists in the mark, and not my entire body. I had witnessed the pain my mother endured at the hands of my father’s infidelities. She used to hide it from me, but it eventually got to where she no longer could. The torment she endured at the hands of a man who was supposed to cherish her it still makes me cringe. Watching my mother whither away into nothing made me realize the fragileness of the mate bond. It was in that moment that I promised myself I would never be like him. Turning the SUV onto the lane leading to New Moon’s gate, we nod to the warriors standing in the box. This is the last place I want to be. The airport is where I should be. Although, the possibility of Cain taking Nora to a public airport is slim. He was trained by our father, meaning he probably flew from a private hangar. Exhaustion clings t
ANDREW POV “I’m sorry.” That’s all Xander has to say to me. His useless apology does nothing but provoke the fireball of rage to burn hotter than before. Demitri’s paws bounding through the soft dirt, trying to work through this anger before we do something stupid. Beginning to rue the day that we ever invited Xander and Nora into our lives. I told the Alpha couple it was a mistake, but does anyone listen to me? No. I KNEW that Nora’s presence in Silver Run would lead nowhere good…and now the love of my life is at risk. Memories of Theo and I’s relationship playing in my mind like a movie. The many mistakes perpetrated by hand. All the time I spent refusing my attraction to him, pressuring myself into a mold that I believed a Beta should act….Why? I don’t even know. Looking back through the years, I realized that my parents never mentioned the gender of my future mate. Not once did they specify that my mate needed to be a female, and yet I clung to the misconception in a death grip
THEO POVDarkness surrounds me, the soft muslin fabric pulsing against my lips whenever I take a breath. My arms hanging above me in the silver chains. Thank the goddess for Silver Run, silver immunity, allowing me to keep my strength.I don’t know where I am, but I remain calm, trying to use my senses and deduce my surroundings. The second Nora disappeared into the helicopter, with the door closing behind her, then there was nothing but blackness.They barely drag me ten feet before placing me in the trunk. I try kicking out the back lights, but the bastards are smart enough to board it up. Making it impossible, especially with the limited amount of room.We are not in this vehicle long, probably not far off the Northern Lakes territory based on the number of turns and the speed. We stop to change vehicles, which I was hoping they wouldn’t do, but that’s wishful thinking. My limited knowledge of Willowa is that they’re well trained, and this probably won’t be the only car change in t
NORA POVFourteen suns have come and gone, and along with it, my birthday. Only a small cupcake to celebrate the occasion. Cain’s actions becoming more confusing by the day. If he really wanted me as his Luna, wouldn’t he have tried to mark me by now?The longer he waits, the less I trust him, but I still haven’t taken the injections in my shoe. Following through with Theo’s strict instructions. No need to provoke him sooner than necessary. The shoes stay on my feet, always. Viola has been taciturn lately, pacing and constantly sleeping. Barely mumbling a word, but always aware.I still haven’t been able to leave this room. Books, movies, food, and anything else I request are brought to me, but asking to leave the room results in the guards shutting the door immediately. With the lock sliding firmly in place with an angry glare.The days becoming so similar they’re blurring together in a monotonous daze. My morning begins at 6am am when an Omega brings in my breakfast, her eyes always
KAILAH POVTHE MORNING MARCUS DIESMy feet aimlessly carry me through the aisle of the baby store, eyes scanning over the cute little clothes. My fingers putting the bright pink tutu between my hands, the rough fabric gliding along my fingertips.Marcus and I decided not to know the sex, but every time we shop, my body wanders to the little girl section. The pink and the frills calling to me, begging me to take a gander. Unable to resist the ‘oooh’ and ‘awww’ as I look at the adorable clothes and accessories.Glancing at my wrist, I check the time, eager for my mate to walk through the door. We only have a few more things to buy before the nursery is finally complete. Hakeem, Derek, and Marcus had painted the nursery a few weeks ago, and I have been slowly filling it with all the things our precious babe needs.Growing bored, I find myself in a lane filled with life size scrabble letters. Filtering through, I pull out the letters needed for both of the names we have chosen. Octavius fo
KAILAH POVBlinking rapidly, my chest and stomach clench in terrible discomfort. Whimpers filling my ears and head. “Marcus,” I call out into the fuzzy room.Foot steps heard racing towards the room, as two blurry figures step into view. “Ma’am,” a rich female voice says aloud. Her figure and the room, focusing until I can make out the features of his face.A middle-aged woman, in her mid forties, with salt and pepper hair and warm brown eyes. “Marcus. I want Marcus!” I wail as more searing pain rips through my abdomen. The muscles tightening, the pressure unbearable, as my back arches off the bed.“Haley,” Another female voice says from the bottom of the bed. The concern in her aura, washing over me. “Her water broke.”“Shit,” Haley replies, “before bending down in front of me. “Can you tell me your name, ma’am?”“Serenity,” I mumble, using the fake name Marcus made me say aloud until I was blue in the face. “Serenity Turner.”“Serenity, my name is Haley,” she attempts to rub my back,