***Rowen***I woke up early the day after Chastity’s graduation. I know the reason was because I was beyond excited. Chastity was coming home, permanently. Today was the last time we would leave here together. She was coming home. She had gotten her degree, and was one step closer to living her dream. I was so proud of her. Thinking back to the day I found out she was my mate, to today, my sweet girl has come so far.There were times when I wish I could forget that day. Just erase it all from my memory. To erase the fact that I rejected her, and she almost died from my memory, and our past. I sometimes wished that had never been her life. That she never experienced the things she did, that she had never had to struggle as she did, but at the same time…She wouldn’t be where she is right now. She may not be the person she is if those things hadn’t happened. If I had accepted her immediately instead of being an idiot, the abuse she suffered may not have stopped. It may have
20 years later ***Rowen*** Some times it’s hard to believe it’s been 20 years since I almost lost my mate, my sweet girl, my Chastity. First because of my own stupidity. Second because of a horrible, manipulative female. I can’t even imagine what life would have been like if things had gone differently in any way that day, or any day after that. Sometimes I still kick myself for my own foolishness, and then I am thankful that I got the chance to make it right in every way. Life since then has been as close to perfect as one can get. Dad, Dimitri, and Uncle Peter retired when Jax, Ross, and I stepped into our roles. To say they loved it would be an understatement. They stepped into the grandparent role like no body’s business. Dad, and Dimitri never did look for second chance mates. Dad didn’t want to feel like he was replacing mom. Dimitri never completely trusted his own judgement again so they filled their lives with their grand pups, babysitting all of them everyday, and there ar
Thank you all of my fans, and readers. Thank you for you time, patience, and support as I worked to write, as well as publish my first book. I really do appreciate your patience when I struggled to move the story forward. I also appreciate your continued support. Thank you for walking this journey with Chastity, Rowen, and me. I don't know if I'll ever write another story, but I did enjoy this one. Again, thank you. I can't tell you how much it means to me that you stuck by me through this, and that even though I wasn't sure anyone would like my story, you all did.
***Chastity*** **Beep Beep Beep** I lifted my head, looked at the ratty old alarm clock on the table by my bed, and groaned. It’s 5 am already. With another groan I rolled off my bed, stood, and pulled on a pair of old jeans, a black t-shirt, and a grey sweatshirt. Without even looking at the broken mirror in my room, I pulled my hair into a ponytail. After I slipped on my worn out sneakers, I grabbed my toiletry bag, and snuck down to the wash room on the first floor to wash my face, and brush my teeth quickly. After returning my bag to my little area in the attic I went to the pack house kitchen to start breakfast for everyone, thankful I had done prep the night before, even though it left me exhausted this morning. After the prep work I had spent the majority of the night finishing up a project for my science class. It would be my last for high school. Graduation was in 2 weeks, and I wanted to make sure I maintain my high grades. Finals started next week then I was done. I was e
***Chastity*** As I had said earlier I am in the kitchen beginning to make breakfast for the residents of the pack house. I pulled out the cartons of eggs, the premade pancake mix, cut up fruit, sliced bacon, and the dough for the croissants. After putting the croissants in the oven to bake, I start the pancakes, and bacon. I’ll use the bacon grease to cook the eggs. I made sure to start the premeasured coffee right on time too. As I am going thru the motions of preparing the meal, I am also thinking about the project I finished the night before. I want to run thru it mentally to make sure I didn’t forget or miss anything. I am pretty confident in what I have done. I can only hope I am right. This project is pretty important to me, not only for the grade, but also as an idea I would like to one day suggest to doctors, once I finish nursing school. Something to consider for another time though. With a sigh I get back to work on breakfast, and pull out what is needed to prep lunches f
***Chastity*** ***Beep Beep Beep*** With a groan, and a sharp inhale of breath I rolled off my bed, and started my routine all over again. Thankfully no one entered the kitchen this morning as I prepared breakfast. The quiet was a relief from the previous day. As soon as I heard people descending the stairs, I loaded the food on my cart, and moved into the dining room. This morning I left my hair down, and wore long sleeves to cover the bruises, and split lip from view. I learned long ago that if I didn’t the punishment for allowing any of the ranked members see the damage would be fierce. I had just set the last dish on the table when I heard someone growl. “What the hell is this?” I heard Braxton growl as he threw a plate of food across the room. The plate shattered on impact, and food splattered all over the wall and floor. I jumped, and trembled, as I backed away from the table. “I asked you what the hell this crap is you disgusting piece of shit!” Braxton screamed. “Biscuit
***Chastity*** Even though it was graduation day, my day started out just as it always did. Making breakfast for the pack house, serving, and prepping lunch. It wasn’t a regular school day, but with graduation not being until 2 pm, I knew I wouldn’t be home to make lunch for everyone. Thankfully I had no run ins with anyone during my time downstairs. As soon as I was finished I went to my room to put the finishing touches on the skirt, and shirt set I made myself for graduation. I made it out of fabrics I gathered from thrown out clothes by others in the house. It wasn’t perfect, but it would do. Besides it would be under my graduation gown. No one would see it. I just knew I couldn’t get my diploma wearing my tattered jeans, and a t-shirt. Even though no one would be there to cheer me on, I wanted to look decent. The only thing I didn’t have were nice shoes, so I was walking across the stage in my old, worn out sneakers. Once I had finished, I grabbed my toiletry bag, and went down
***Dimitri*** As soon as the office door closed behind that girl, my daughter, I slumped back in my chair, and sighed. That was the first time she has looked me in the eyes in years. I can’t remember the last time I saw her face, and her eyes. I forgot how much she looks like her mother, my fated mate. The woman I loved more than anything in the world. She had been my everything for the short time we had together. After Brinna died I couldn’t bare being around our daughter for long. She was like her mother in everyway. It killed me. Her being an Omega was only an excuse to get her away from me. The older she got the more she reminded me of Brinna, and I just couldn’t take it. Her not being in the same living quarters as myself helped me a lot. It removed the main reminder of the mate I had loved, and lost all too soon. It was easier for me, and I didn’t even think about how it might have effected her. It didn’t matter to me. Aurora didn’t help matters either. She hated my daughter b