Alpha Jaxon. I just stare at Emma as I repeat the words over in my head. Maggie is dead. The woman who took care of Emma and me after our parents were murdered in cold blood. The woman who nursed Emma back to health after she was attacked. The woman who kept my temper in check. Among so many other things. Maggie was the most loved woman in our city. The kindest, most selfless, slightly erotic, warm hearted, foul tongued, and just like that, she is gone. Without saying a word, I turn and exit my room leaving Emma and Layla alone. Layla, her name rolls around in my head like waves in an ocean. She looked so damn perfect cleaned up and fresh. Seeing her in my bedroom had brought so many ideas to my head about all the things I would love to do her body. I don't know what made me bring her to my room in the first place, it was probably Ash's idea, after I had caught her after she blacked out in the middle of the road. I had been alerted by one of my pack warriors about Emma helpin
Layla.I am trying to focus on what Emma is saying but I can't get passed this feeling I am having in my body. My skin is itching and feels like there is a fire burning just beneath my skin. I keep scratching my arms to try and ease the discomfort. For some reason the burning sensation doesn't actually hurt it's just uncomfortable. My head feels like a hammer is banging around in it briefly making tears swell, I refuse to let them fall. My feet feel like they have been asleep for hours with the pins and needles sensations and my toes feel like they are being stretched to the max. "Hey are you ok?" Emma asked with true concern in her voice which is the nicest she has been sense we left the jail. I don't know what I did to upset her, but if this is how life is going to be I think I'd rather stay in jail. This is why I hate people and never get close to anyone. Everyone is a liar or only use you for their own selfish needs. Or they show you one face and the next moment, a new mask takes
Jaxon.A loud snarl leaves my lips as I see Layla, my mate, laying naked and out in the open. "LOOK AWAY! DO NOT TOUCH HER OR I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!" I snarl uncontrollably at my pack members as they all look away and try to find something to cover her. I can't stand the thought of everyone looking at what belongs to me and only me. "Calm down Alpha. We are only trying to help her. Let's get her to the infirmary," Gamma Grey comes over with his personal shirt that he had on before the run began. I shove it away, not liking the idea of another mans scent on her. It's repulsive. "Don't be such a dick! Take the damn shirt so our Luna can have some dignity left!" Grey shouts at me. He has never raised his voice to me before but his instincts must be kicking in already wanting to protect his Luna from everything, even embarrassment. Even though she has nothing to be embarrassed by, she is perfect in every way. "Fine," I snap back giving him the look saying we will have a discussion a
"What does that even mean? How did the old lady know she was or was not pregnant?" My face twists into one of confusion as Trev stands and starts pacing as his hand goes up to rub his chin as he is deep in thought. "It means that old woman had saw her every day for almost 6 years and not once did she see any sort of pregnancy belly. Never saw them bring anything baby related into the house. They never had any visitors either so she highly doubts it was an adoption sort of thing." "Fuck. Every time things start seeming normal they just turn so fucking weird with no real answers!" I slam my fists into the concrete of the steps hard enough to bring blood and crack the steps a little. I flex my fingers as my hand starts to heal itself. "That's what has been bugging me. And the way Maggie died, shits real messed up man." "You know what happened to Maggie?" I question as I stare at Trev with mass confusion. "Emma didn't tell you before the run? She said she was going to deliver the ne
Layla. I am awoken from my deep sleep by this annoying beeping sound that seems to be in rhythm with my heart. There is also a soft dripping sound along with it. As I start to open my eyes I have to squint to adjust to the harsh lights cascading down into my eyes. The room smells sterile, it's quiet save for the beeps and drips, and the lights are blinding. I must be in a hospital. But how did I get here? And why am I here? My eyes flutter open and once they have fully adjusted to the lights I look around. Stainless steal walls, light blue gown, medical equipment, and a handcuff on my left arm. This is the strangest hospital, I have never been inside one with walls like these. Handcuff? I do a double take and attempt to pull on the cuff only for it to pierce my skin. The metal jingles against the bar of the bed but doesn't give way to my attempts. Why am I handcuffed? What happened? As I sit here and ponder on so many questions I can hear the distinct sound of arguing out in the h
Jaxon. I lay on top of my mate watching as she sleeps peacefully. I am still in my wolf form and plan to stay this way as I continue to use the calming on her. Feeling her chest rise and fall in slow even breathes, her eye lids fluttering as she appears to be in a dream of some sorts. Her hair is splayed out around her like a halo and she couldn't look anymore beautiful than she does right now in all her naked glory. Layla's waist is slim, her breasts firm and perky and just the right size for my big hands. Rose colored nipples the size of dimes are just calling out for me to lick them. I don't, for fear of waking whatever beast slumbers inside her. I hear footsteps approach her door causing me to glance over my shoulder and begin a slow snarl, waiting for the intruder. The door handle turns slowly and in walks a female nurse holding a new gown. "Oh, Alpha, my apologies, I thought you left. Would you prefer me to dress the patient or would you like to do the honors?" She whispers a
Layla.I'm awoken to the sound of someone in my hospital room. Cautiously, I open my eyes and see a nurse placing a tray of food on a metal side table next to me. Everyting appears to be metal in this room which I am coming to understand is because of the fire I keep unintentionally creating."Good morning, miss. I have brought you some breakfast. We were unsure of what you preferred so we got you a little of everything, including some juice and extra water. You must be extremely thirsty," She states shyly as if she is unsure how to approach me. I can't say that I blame her, I'm not even sure how to approach myself either."Thank you, it all smells wonderful. Can I ask you something?" I question as I look at my lap and pick at the itchy hospital gown."Of course. I can't guarantee I have the answers for you but the Doc will be in shortly incase I can't answer properly.""Do werewolves exist? Or was I just having the craziest most realistic dream of my life?" I ask and can feel my chee
It has been 15 days that I have been locked in this hospital room. Jaxon comes to visit often to run the tests to see what is causing my fires. It is still so new to me that I possess powers and that the supernatural world that I have gravitated to my whole life, is real. Witches, werewolves, whatever I am, all exist. When I was younger and didn't have any friends or family, I would live in the books depicting the lives of such fantasies. And now, I am apart of it. I have this strange connection with Jaxon that is indescribable. I want him around me all the time and sometimes I force myself to get worked up just so my fire explodes and he holds me to put it out. I feel selfish doing that, because it causes him harm, but he doesn't seem to mind. He has started being almost caring. Some days are better than others with him though. Just yesterday he came in with his nostrils flaring and his face red with anger. It had frightened me and I began to cry. He looked at me with comtempt befor