Mia's POV A loud gasp flows over the crowd at Thomas's words. A challenge issued from one Alpha to another is serious. If Alpha Richard accepts his challenge and loses, then this pack and land will become part of the Red Moon Pack, and the Night Moon Pack will cease to exist. If Richard refuses the challenge, his Beta will have the option to take the challenge himself and become the new Alpha of the Night Moon Pack. The only way Alpha Richard will keep his pack is to accept the challenge from Thomas. My eyes land on Alpha Richard and I suddenly realize how old and frail he looks. When he had me locked in the cellar, I was unable to fully see him through the darkness. He tries to stand tall but his back has begun to hunch over. His skin is wrinkled with liver spots all over it. A cane stables him while he looks over the crowd with his dull eyes. While Richard looks for someone to jump in a rescue him from this challenge, everyone that surrounds him takes several steps back. Even
Thomas's POV Laying my hand on the small of Mia's back I guide her through the crowd. Mia tucks herself as close to me as she can, trying to hide herself from the prying eyes of the crowd. Though we had a small victory today, I know that Mia feels exposed after explaining what she went through in detail. As we step out of the chambers, I am blinded by the flashes of lights from cameras. Several of the most influential werewolf news outlets must have found out about the hearing and sent over their best reporters. I am always amazed at how fast gossip spreads through the packs. Mia hides her face in my arms, as we stand in front of the reporters, but their presence doesn't phase me. I am used to being bombarded with questions from the media. "Alpha Thomas," the reporters yell my name from different directions trying to get my attention. Nodding to one of the reporters, I give him the okay to ask his question. "Is it true that your Beta has run off with his mate?" This quest
Mia's POV The burning pain in my chest has been off and on for a week now. If not for the constant sedation, I think I would have ripped my heart from my chest. After the second day in the hospital, they finally decided to explain to me what was going on. Donovan was sleeping with other women knowing that it would harm me. Now every time the pain begins it just feeds my need for revenge. When I find him, I will be the one that kills him. Not Thomas, me. After everything that Donovan has put me through, I deserve to have his blood on my hands. Once again the pain rips through my heart. It feels as if I am burning from the inside out. I press the button they gave me for morphine over and over again. Hoping that the medication will knock me out and I will be able to sleep through the pain. Only this time the familiar ease of the morphine does not travel through my veins. Tears well up in my eyes as I continue to press the button but nothing happens. The burning sensation in my
Mia's POV The ride home from the hospital was silent between us. With our hands intertwined, I let myself finally relax in his presence. We didn't speak about the kisses that happened in the hospital or what they may mean for the future of us. We just let the moment between us be just that, a moment. Not until we got back to the pack house did things become awkward between us once again. Acting on instinct, I open my car door and step out. Before I can take my second step, Thomas is at my side trying to scoop me into his arms. "I can walk," I fuss as I try to wiggle my way out of his arms. "If I have my way your feet will never touch the ground ever again," Thomas mutters as he tightens his arms around me and refuses to put me down. "Really," I continue to wiggle. "I think Donovan has finally given up sleeping with other women a rest. The pain has subsided." "I would still feel more comfortable if I helped you in," Thomas says with a little bit of a pout on his lips. My
Mia's POV Pressing my hands against Thomas's chest I have every intention of pushing him away. But the feeling of his muscles under my fingertips only makes me want to be closer to him. Running my hands up his chest, I wrap my arms around his neck and intertwine my fingers behind his neck. I press my body against his own but I don't feel like I am close enough to him. I want my skin pressed against him. Unwrapping his hands from around my waist, Thomas reaches up and grabs my wrists, pulling me away from his neck. "Didn't you hear what I said?" He asks me with his eyebrows furrowed together. "I think you are in heat." Thomas takes a step away from me only for me to take a step toward him, closing the distance between us. "I don't think I am in heat," I say in a sultry way. "I think I just finally know what I want." The look on Thomas's face is desperate. It is clear that he doesn't want to take advantage of my situation. But, I finally know what I want and that is Thomas. Eve
Mia's POV As I watch Thomas through my eyelashes with his cock deep in my throat, I see him gripping the sides of the couch. His claws have extended slightly and he is about to rip the couches to pieces. His eyes are closed tightly as he tries to maintain some sort of control over the situation, but I can see that he is beginning to unravel each time I bob my mouth up and down on his cock. The sound of fabric ripping lets me know that he has torn the couch. His cock has become more rigid and I know that he is about to come. Grabbing the base of his cock with my hands, I squeeze before popping the head of his cock out of my mouth. Thomas looks down at me with his eyes wide and his mouth slightly open. I know he is asking himself why I stopped. Sliding my body up his, I make sure to stroke his massive cock between my breasts. Thomas's head rolls back against the back of the couch as he groans my name. "What's wrong?" I ask him with an innocent look on my face. "What do you want
Mia's POV "Come for me," Thomas says in a low growl before his tongue explores the curves and folds of my slit. His words act like the catalyst that I need and all of the pressure that has built up within my core explodes all at once. Thomas moans deeply up against my pussy and he wraps his arms around my thighs. He fucks me with his tongue until I am a quivering mess on the bed. Running his tongue from the bottom of my slit to the top one last time, Thomas looks up at me and smirks. "You seem winded," he says while he wipes my juices from his mouth and chin with a swipe of his hand. "Don't tell me that you are spent already." I look at Thomas who is now standing between my legs stroking his massive cock with his hand. As I watch him pleasuring himself I imagine that it is my hand that is stroking his hard dick and I am instantly ready for another round. Not saying a word, I flip over onto my belly and wiggle my but in Thomas's face. "You are playing a dangerous game," Thom
Cora's POV Trigger Warning: It contains a scene that may be hard for some to read. Skipping from one rundown hotel to the next, I have lost track of how many days we have been on the run. I know that we have been gone for too long because I can feel the tether that ties me to the Moonshadow pack growing weaker. I can feel myself losing control and I know that I won't be able to survive as a rogue. Dylan tries to keep me happy but I can tell that he is struggling as well. Every little disagreement turns into a full-blown argument. We are at each other's throats more than not. Even though he doesn't say so, I know that he blames me for having to go on the run. If only I had been stronger like Mia. If only I could have stood up to my mother none of this would have happened. What Dylan doesn't understand is that I wasn't raised to be strong like Mia was. I didn't have to fight for every little thing. It was all just given to me on a silver platter. Now, I look around the grimy ho