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~Gemma~ We had a goddamn rat in the Midnight Sky Pack. I glowered at the rat in question. He shrank from my hostility. “Gemma! Are you fucking paying attention?” Alpha Devlin griped at me. I put my hands on my hips. “I’m not and you fucking know it!” We crammed in the conference room. It was late and we never got our French toast thanks to said rat. He witnessed the altercation at Fame and alerted Alpha Devlin. The meddling alpha intercepted us in the parking lot. “Gemma, for goddess’ sake, take a damn seat.” My grumpy alpha commanded. I sighed. Damon sat at one end of the conference table, the alpha at the other. I was pissed at Damon still, but headed in his direction. A low, trickling growl came from Dev. Fuck it! I took a chair in the middle. Damon smirked. He sat in his chair as composed as a regal king. His hands rested on this crossed legs, ever the gentleman. Alpha Devlin wore ripped jeans, no shirt of course, and his feet were bare. His body draped over his chair wit
~Alpha Devlin~ Fuck me! This situation was fucking wrong. Here I sat with my former lover and her current lover. I hung out on the sidelines witnessing their longing stares and flirtatious interactions. I wiped a hand down my face as I waited for the fucking leech to answer my questions. My wolf paced restlessly, crying out for release. We needed a run, a good meal, and possibly a fuck too. I would get none of that. Shit! For a moment I faced my worst nightmare, Gemma pregnant by someone other than me. I mean, it could have been mine. But the timing was off. Vampires couldn’t procreate in the traditional sense so this smirking asshole couldn’t have gotten her knocked up anyway. A fleeting image of her rounded with my child seduced my mind. Fuck! Thankfully, no nightmare pregnancy for us. I glanced at Irina. She did seem off her game. Not as feisty as usual. I frowned, worrying about her situation now. As if I didn’t have enough bullshit on my plate. The vampire’s red eyes bored i
~Gemma~ Tyson made coffee while we three ladies sat at the kitchen island. I had to admit, the Chase boys were real handy in the kitchen. Damon sent me a text, wishing me and Irina a pleasant visit and promising to contact me soon. I sent him a heart eyes and a kissy-face emoji. Irina took my phone and set it on the counter. “Gemma, he did wrong tonight. Let that hot-headed vamp sweat it out for at least a day.” “You’re right.” I pouted. “But I don’t have to like it.” Alpha Devlin strolled in wearing black jeans and a white tee. His hair had been combed. He caught me ogling him and he smirked. Dammit. “Now who the fuck is hungry?” He asked. We all raised our hands, including Tyson. “Hey Ty!” I grabbed the corner of his shirt as he poured me coffee. “One lump or two?” He asked cheekily as he grabbed the container of my stevia sweetener. I ran a finger down his arm. “I prefer two. But then you know that, right?” I winked at him. “Christ, Gemma.” He swallowed, his Adam’
~Gemma~ Shit! He looked pissed. Like really pissed. “Dev.” His rage-filled roar reverberated in the office. “Do not call me that!” I risked it. My hand rested on his chest. “Why did you ask if you didn’t want to hear the truth?” “I knew the goddamn truth. I saw the way you two stared at each other, the way you touched. I had to hear you say it. I had to know what he said was the truth and not fucking bragging.” He pulled at his hair. “How did this happen?” It felt like a rhetorical question. I attempted anyway. “It just happened organically. No magic, no fucking predestined bullshit. It happened along the way, amidst all our interactions, sharing, caring, and plenty of fighting. One day I just knew.” He stared at me, eyes roaming over my face. The crushing weight of his pain crept over me. I thought he would punish me by letting me wallow in his hurt. Instead, he wiped away my tears with his thumbs before pulling me into his embrace. I hated my tears. I hated the way he held
~Gemma~ So much for my big, bad ladyballs. I hid at home for the next week, licking my wounds and coming up with a game plan for the rest of my life. ‘Gemma?’ Yes, I had the willpower to disobey the alpha. His voice held no special pull over me. I gave him a whole lot of silence. ‘Very mature.’ ‘Don't box in my personality with your expectations of me! It's my damn day off! What do you want?’ ‘Day off? It's Wednesday.’ I sighed. ‘For cripe's sake! We moved to a 9/80 work schedule. Today is my day. Try again tomorrow. Thank you.’ I shut our link down. No emergency that I could detect. He would have said right away. Wouldn’t he? Today was my day to dedicate to Fat Kitty. I promised him some quality. We ate snacks and decided to binge watched all the Hobbit movies. I just started the second movie when a loud thump came from my balcony. Shit! Fat Kitty skittered away to his safe room. I unlocked the sliding door. “Alpha Devlin? What are you doing here?” He breezed into my home li
~Gemma~ Our Gamma was a fucking badass bitch. We did our pre-game dance, which included an embarassing amount of twerking and hand movement. We ignored the snickers and laughs directed our way. I didn’t hug her or get mushy. Instead, I encouraged her. “You go out there and kick some wannabe ass! Show us all why you are the mothereffing Gamma! Go get this done so we can get drunk later tonight!” I swatted her ass. “Claws out. Balls out, baby!” “You got it, shorty!” Sammie cracked her knuckles and then her neck. She wore a black sports bra and some fitted, knee length shorts. Earlier, I braided her hair and helped her with makeup, mainly lipstick and mascara. Let’s be honest. The girl needed no adornments. We gathered outside in a cleared area in the woods. The snake pit, we called it. Sammie made her way to the ring where Tim already waited. Fucker. I fidgeted, pulled at the skirt of my dress. It upset me that Sammie had to go through this more often than I liked. It was hard to
~Gemma~ Like a chickenshit coward, Blake thrust me away from him. I would have fallen if Alpha Devlin had not caught me. With a blur of movement, he was just there, uprighting me on my feet. Adrenaline still coursed through my body. Alpha Devlin looked me over quickly, a finger trailing along my collarbone. I stared at the ground, unwilling to share more of my feelings than necessary. “Alpha Devlin, she came onto me. I was just about to refuse her…” Blake suddenly shut up, probably from the expression on the alpha’s face. Tyson punched him square in the nose. Blood spurted, spewing out in impressive arcs. Sometimes the movies get the gory scenes right. “Try again, fucker! Shall I remind you we are able to sense Gemma’s emotions? What she felt was not consensual.” Blake covered his face, tried to talk but it sounded garbled and confused. “Don’t bother to talk, lying bastard. We saw the entire interaction.” Tyson got close enough to Blake to shoulder him hard. Damn these wolf ga
~Gemma~ We sat on his bed. It was that or the floor. I wrinkled my nose. It smelled like guy in here. “Sorry. I wasn’t expecting company.” He apologized. “Whatever. So this is simple. We will share truths until the debt is satisfied.” I squared my shoulders. “Ask your question.” He shrugged. “ Are you and Alpha Devlin dating?” “No.” I answered, frowning. “My turn. Why do you want to be Gamma?” He rubbed his face. “I’m tired of being worthless. Being Gamma will ensure my importance within the pack. A female, such as Sammie, should be an easy target. Unfortunately, that wolf is fierce.” I frowned again. “You realize that line of thinking is all kinds of messed up?” “Yeah. You helped me realize that. Next question. Do you actually think you are the lowest member of the pack?” I nodded. “Without the goddess, I would have little of value to offer the pack. I couldn’t heal anyone. I cannot shift into wolf to help defend the pack. I hold no real position. Nobody can ever challenge m