Hey Rebels, It's official, I have lost all control of these characters.....They're doing what they want and we are all along for the ride. Thanks for the gems, votes, and reviews! XOXO Emma Taylor
NORA POVMy feet carry me upstairs, still in a foggy sex filled haze. A soreness sitting between my thighs that I don’t being there. Every cell rejuvenated with a fire and passion. A mystical change I can’t quite put my finger on, but whatever it is, I am embracing it, and the confidence it fuels me with.Entering our bedroom, my phone ringing loudly with Marcus’ ringtone. Rolling my eyes, I walk over, staring at the name sitting on the screen, contemplating if answering it is worth the risk. With the roll of my eyes, I pick it up, removing the charger.Relief flooding through me when the call goes to voicemail. On the verge of replacing it, the screen lights up as his ringtone blasts through the speakers, making me wince.Sliding the button, I raise the phone, making my annoyance known. “Yes, Marcus? To what do I owe the pleasure of hearing your voice at 7 am?’“Nora?” he asks, panic breaking through the grudge I am holding. “Oh thank the Goddess, I have been calling for hours.”“Sorr
NORA POVThe only sound being made is the roar of the engine. The radio turned off, Frankie and Clara silently cuddled in the backseat. Xander’s hand has barely left mine since we have climbed into the vehicle. His thumb gently stroking the inside of my palm, giving both of us comfort.His mind is a hundred million miles away, the wheels churning as he runs through the possibilities of today. The different ways Dillon can succeed, but a sole man versus three Alphas, two sadistic Gammas, a Beta and two warriors? Dillon is a decent warrior, but nothing to write home about.Remaining calm because I have full faith in the friends I have made, and the man I love. Glancing at Xander, a subtle grin sits there, a happy thought finally racing through that beautiful brain of his.Lifting my hand to his lips, he brushes his lips against my knuckles, my heart thumping with the simple movement. The sparks intensifying leaving me slightly breathless. My thoughts returning to the beauty of last night
NORA POVMy feet take me across the grass, the picnic table within view. My heart is in my lungs, my hands gripping each other in a twisted vise grip. Not a single sound can be heard, even the birds are silent. The park is devoid of the creatures that give it life, like they can sense the danger about to invade their space.Even Viola remains hidden deep within my mind, unusually quiet. I thought she would be more present at a time like this. Where the hell is she?Taking a large breath, I climb on top of the picnic table, sitting on the top like Xander instructed. Easier to escape if I need to. Goddess, what the hell was I thinking? Agreeing to this mess. I don’t trust Dillon, especially with a feral wolf behind the wheel.Breaking twigs and the rustle of leaves pulls my attention to the right, a figure in walking through the field. Seeing him again makes my palms sweating uncontrollably and the hair on my arms stick straight up. The way he prowls towards me, like a predator trapping
DAMON POV Matt and Fletcher are busy getting a black bag on his head. Clara bringing the car onto the grass, hoping to get him into the trunk before any humans wander onto the scene. The crew of us working in unison. Frankie helping them lift him into it, while Elle and Charity descend from the treetops. Xander and Nora sitting on the picnic table, lost in their bubble, sparks singing along my skin as mine finds me. Her lips kissing along my shoulder, my hand closing around her fingers, my mind already thinking about the bath I am going to force her into later. She needs to relax, and I know exactly how to get her to. ‘Yes, you do, Alpha,’ she purrs, her velvety voice in mind. Elle is about to say more when the buzz of my phone distracts us both. Andrew knows what we are doing. He wouldn’t call unless absolutely necessary. Pulling the iphone from my pocket, I slide the button to the side, putting the microphone to my ear. “This better be a goddamn emergency,” I mutter in a growl. B
XANDER POVFletcher and Frankie drop Dillon’s limp body to the ground. Like it’s second nature, my Beta puts on the thick rubber gloves. Leaning against the wall, I place a cigarette between my lips and light it. Watching as the pair chain him to the wall. Enjoying the way he flinches when the silver cuffs touch his bare skin.“Alpha,” Frankie says, turning his neck to me, exiting to join Clara waiting outside. The two of them recently learning about the spot. Considering it exists on Fletcher’s parents’ property, very few people know the location. He is more secretive about his family than I am.Clara refuses to come inside after the first time, the smell of vomit, piss, sweat, and blood too much for her to bear. Not to mention the overbearing odor that accompanies death. No, she’d rather wait outside, or helping with Fletcher’s younger siblings.Leaving his arms hanging, my Beta joins me, pulling a cigarette out of his pocket. Handing him my lighter, he sparks the end, taking a long
MARCUS POV My eyes scan the document in my hand, but my mind is too busy thinking about Nora, and all the ways I have failed her as a brother and Alpha. I wonder if my parents are turning over in their graves with disappointment? How badly does my father want to scold me for not protecting her better from Dillon? For not warning her that Dillon and Hazel had more than a friendship. I didn’t know they were sleeping together until after the fact, but I still should have prepared her for the possibility. Goddess, I have failed Nora in a multitude of ways. Now she is in Silver Run, mixed in with stuff she has no business being involved in. If only Alpha Dugray from Red Saw hadn’t seen her with Beta Theo, I could have saved her from this dangerous situation. The original plan of using her alcoholism and partying to send her some place safer falling through. Why couldn’t she do as I told her? Why did I have to let my fear and paranoia of Silver Run get me to go along with this asinine pl
TW: Chapter contains intense torture about 1/3 down. The torture scene will be inbetween the ****XANDER POV Fletcher and I are sitting in the lawn chairs we keep outside the building, on the furthest edge of his parents’ property. They live on the outskirts of a small human town, no wolves or rogues wander through. Making it the perfect space to hide from those searching for them. The entire area is a dead zone. No internet, cell phones, or security. Completely off grid and the perfect place to hide. Watching the fireflies buzz over the grassy hills, the flick of a lighter disturbing the silence, which is needed after the screaming. Nudging my shoulder, Fletcher hands over the joint, waiting until the smoke fills my lungs to ask his question. “So, Nora marked you?” He asks, but I can hear the giddiness. Exhaling, I glance over, seeing the smile on his face. “She did,” I reply, not hiding the happiness or pride raging underneath my skin. Ares fawning like a lovesick pup over our ma
THEO POV Cerberus’ paws push into the soft damp earth, my heartbeat racing, my ears perked as I listen for a sound of movement in the trees and shrubbery. The rustle of leaves alerting me to his presence. Pushing through the branches, I launch myself at the large black wolf, sparks making my hair stand on end. Tumbling to the ground, I nip where Demitri’s neck and shoulder meet, causing a delicious purr to rumble through his chest. Landing on top of him before, my tongue tingling as it drags against his face before dashing away. A hearty chuckle leaving my chest at Drew’s bark of defiance before chasing after me. Whipping through the trees, the pound of his paws getting closer has a thrill seeping through my cells. The excitement he causes making me slow my pace, loving when his teeth dig into the back of my neck, forcing me to the ground. Demitri’s weird chuckle mingling with mine as we crash to the ground. The black fur is the only thing in my line of sight, burying his nose in