Ava Five Years Ago‘Say it again!’ It’s Zac that snaps at me as I drop onto my knees before him. I scramble upright, Josh is beside me, trying to help but I push him away. I don’t want to be touched. I don’t want to be touched by him. When did he last fuck my Sister? My twin? My married Sister. I look at my boyfriend with red-ringed eyes and back away, scrambling towards the door. I turn to face them, fighting for composure and some strength.‘Ava!’ My father’s voice thunders through the room, his Alpha energy radiating through the space and it’s all I can do to stay standing. The whole pack house must be able to hear. My cheeks are burning, ears ringing. It feels like they’re bleeding they’re so hot and sore. I grip my hands into fists, pressing so hard that the nails cut into my skin. Trying to centre myself.‘I’m pregnant,’ I gasp and look between the three men. What had I hoped for? Some sliver of compassion? Some understanding? I’m only twenty one. I’ve made a mistake. I was dr
Ava Five Years Ago I don’t remember leaving the pack house behind. I don’t remember driving away from the village of Silver Stream. I just remember the pain. I made it back to my dorm room on campus and buried myself under the blankets. I cried, clutching my chest as the pain of their rejection was felt, over and over. Finally, I felt numb. As though they couldn’t hurt me anymore. There was no one left to reject me under the Moon Goddess. I was alone. A Rogue. Seren was in agony and we comforted each other. We survived. A week later there were my final exams and I changed medical school. I’d intended to stay close to home, to Silver Stream for my family, my Pack and my boyfriend. But I knew it was better to get away. To leave my life behind and move on. I switched out to a Medical School in a small city on the Western side of the country, there was a lot of dense forest and high mountains that reminded me of home. No one would find me here. No one could track me so far away. I
Ava - Winter‘Will you stop fussing over me?’ The sharp tone’s of an elderly woman broke through the busy emergency room.I’m lent over the nurses station, coffee in one hand, pen in the other as she worked through the forms of my last patient, Mr Foster. I’m frowning at the form, tired after a nightshift, but just a few more months and my residency will be finished. Lou’s sat down beside me, fingers clicking with speed across her computer. Every now and then she peeks up over the edge of the station at the busy room, swears beneath her breath and gets back to work. It’s not often that we’re scheduled to work together, but whenever we are, it’s always busy. I’m quickly ticking boxes and scribbling notes, so that later when I need to complete the full paperwork, I can remember what happened, my diagnosis and the recommended treatment. I smother a yawn behind my hand and Lou jabs me in the side with a sharp finger.‘Your shift just ended, go home,’ she mutters and a few of the closest
I’m stretched out on the bed as Kylar moves over me. Every point in my body focused on the way he pushes between my thighs. I feel like I’m floating on clouds, with only the intensity of his touch to ground me. I turn my face into my captured arm, closing my eyes. Until he reaches up, forcing me to look at him as he moves.Goddess he’s like every fantasy I’ve been dreaming for the last five years. Only it’s so much better because I can touch him. I can taste his kiss upon my mouth. Feel the heat and weight of his body over mind in a way that a toy just can’t compare. Seren is in ecstasy, wrapped around his wolf. I never knew it could be like this.It’s fast sex, frantic and urgent as he leaves me breathless. Unable to make a single thought as he plays me like a fiddle. I’m fighting against release, slightly scared of the punishment that might follow. I’m swearing, cursing beneath my breath as I struggle before begging. I’ve never begged a man in my life, but I’m begging Kylar, plead
I follow Kylar down through the tree’s away from the medical centre. I know I need to keep an eye on the time, so that we don’t miss the delivery of medical equipment that needs installing, ready for the opening tomorrow. I follow the scent of fresh pancakes from the Pack House, my coffee in hand. But it’s the scent of Kylar that overwhelms me. I want to wrap myself in it. Want to indulge in my time with him. Last night was more than good, it was amazing. All the little day dreams and half-memories I’ve had about the time we had together, didn’t even come close to reality.There is an intensity that I feel with Kylar, even working alongside him for the last few days has seen my skin prickle with awareness. I’m quiet, unsure what to say, nervous about the man who spent the night in my bed. The Father of my children.He leads me down towards the lake where the apple blossoms are slowly spinning away on the clear water. The Pack is situated in the curve of a mountain, they look as th
He turns around so fast I think he’s falling over. Instead he reaches out and pulls me close, my coffee cup falls out of my hands, rolling down towards the water. But his hands are around me and I’m bending back. His lips press against mine, light and teasing before turning quickly rough.His hand is in my hand, the other smoothing down the curve of my spine as I’m pulled against his body. I’m breathless when he lets me go again and smirks down at me. ‘I’m glad you said that,’ he smiles and I shoot him a mock glare, before chasing after my coffee cup before it can reach the lake. He’s laughing as I scoot down the slope and snatch it up before it goes in. I shake off the damp grass before patting down my behind. Making my way back up to where he’s waiting. ‘So tonight?’ He lifts a brow, ‘you’ll go on a date with me?’ I nod slowly, hesitant. My boys were supposed to be home but I’ve already had a message from Lou begging for a final night to round out the week. I want my babies
I drive across town, feeling the flip of my insides again. I’m nervous and that’s crazy. Because in a lot of ways Kylar and I have moved beyond dating. We’ve had sex. We’ve had a lot of sex. I also feel that I have a good sense of who he is, day to day. We’ve been working together for the last week. He’s methodical, determined, driven. I wish that I wasn’t late, but Kayce woke up from a nightmare. I wanted to be there for him, to comfort him and settle him back down to sleep. I hate being late, and it adds to my nerves as I pull up at a strip mall a little way down from Sorrentino’s. I climb out of the car, picking up the little clutch purse that Lou has thrown at me. I was just going to bring my usual bag. A large, leather satchel that’s filled with everything I might need during the day with my twin boys. Instead, I have a little gold clutch and I’m fiddling with the chain strap that loops over my body. I can see Kylar standing outside the restaurant, and I’m glad that I let Lou
It’s hardly a fresh start, when I’m keeping the biggest secret in the world from the man. He’s a father. He has twin boys. Every heartbeat that passes between us, and the secret feels bigger and bigger. As though it’s a balloon, inflating over my head. Waiting to burst. Yet every time I start to feel the weight of overwhelm, Kylar’s there with a smile, or a teasing comment. Something that brings me straight back to the present and unable to look away from the man before me. We’ve both finished our drinks, and finished eating. I had an incredible salmon linguine that I refused to let Kylar steal. Even though his baked chicken dish smelt just as good. There’s a sense of ease between us, a relaxed atmosphere. His smiles and light hearted banter have pushed away my sense of doom. I’m comfortable with him. Too comfortable. I’m smiling across at him, taking in his beautiful green eyes as I set my empty wine glass down for the final time. ‘It hasn’t been so bad, has it?’ He props his c