Whoever said time is a healer was a lying son of a bitch. I get through the days fine enough. I prepare defences with Finn, Tucker and Hayden. The latter is trying to convince me my own sprawling tattoo art would help me deal with losing Franz. Considering he's absolutely drowning in ink, what kind of life has he had before joining the Shadowlands Warriors? I cut down and split trees for firewood until my muscles scream. Then like a glutton for punishment, I listen to Easton talk for hours on end. Literally hours. I do everything and anything Cillian asks of me.There was a brief moment of respite when I pinned the blonde Beta Adrian to the floor by his throat. With Alpha Cillian looming in the background he spluttered and panicked for his life. “I only read your letter because it came from Maddox!”“You didn’t trust Maddox?”“NIkolai took him off duty! If Nikolai doesn’t trust him, I don’t trust him! It’s nothing personal!”“You didn’t open anything else?”“Never! No! I thought I w
“I have things to discuss with the mother of our pack’s heir.” Those words sent a chill through my body. It has taken Imogen so long to get me ready that it is almost dusk. It feels like the middle of the night as the predicted thunderstorms crash across the skies. The huge, echoing ballroom has no windows to see the lightning flashes but the thunder rumbles deep enough to make the empty bottles on the floor dance with the vibrations. “Of course. I am almost halfway through-” “Why didn’t you tell me?” He spat, uninterested in my information. He pushed the floppy, greasy white hair from his face. “How could you be so stupid as to take the future heir of this pack away from their father!” “I was upset. I didn’t think you cared for me anymore.” “Upset! This is a war! Your fucking hormones are not relevant!” /This isn’t going well/ Livi offered, /we need to flatter him, make him feel so special./ So I kept quiet. Allowed him to stew in his own thoughts all the while looking like a
The storm beat me back to Cillian. The whole camp was on edge, knowing the thunder and rain meant more than any other storm. They’ve all been briefed. The air is thick, and conversations only half-completed. Standing on guard in a soaking tent isn’t much fun but I didn’t even care. The autumn chill sees us wearing our long green shirts and black pants. The cover above leaks. The vicious wind flaps it, flinging water to the ground. The lightning flashes like whip cracks, tearing open the sky above. I’m hoping that won’t matter after a few more days. A strange kind of high consumes me. I know Freya is alive. I play images of bursting through those Rising Star double doors and finding her. I want to sweep her into my arms and see her eyes blaze with ferocious color. I imagine placing my hand on her rounded stomach and a strange fluttering consumes my belly. I need to tell her that even though I briefly knew the sensations of a matebond my heart never left her. I was always hers if she
This is not a good time to find out I am totally full of shit. I’m not the brave, daring Freya who can kill her own mate. I’m not my mother fearlessly taking on anyone who might dare cause her trouble. “Prove it,” he had growled. Prove I love him by accepting whatever degrading plan he has for my body. I’m terrified. Shaking, to the very core. I haven’t slept since returning to my room. Each hour that passes by has me pacing the floor. The awful pink silk dress was immediately discarded, the golden ornaments flung onto the table. My skin itched and burned. The image of the poor Beta being murdered, purely for hearing a vulnerability in his Alpha was just further proof that the man I considered my soulmate was long gone. What remains? Merely a husk of a man, driven by his purple-eyed wolf to commit atrocities in the name of obsession. /There is still a chance for Asgard to save us yet. To talk to Phillipe/ Livi murmurs but her words are hollow. The only way to bring down my heartbea
The whooping and back-slapping soon died down once we started working our way through into enemy territory. Thick mud slowed our progress. “We could just shift you know,” Sawyer groaned as we hauled him out of yet another quagmire. He was still tetchy about his precious white-blonde hair getting dirtied earlier. “We shift we lose the element of surprise. Stronger scent and making yourself three times bigger isn’t what we need right now,” I reply. Then raising an eyebrow, “Unless you want to rake about the castle naked?” “Might do when we’ve won,” Easton chipped in. “Might run from end to end of each of those five wings with my dick out for the hell of it.” “Hell yeah, “ Finn laughed quietly, “They’ll soon forget the Hybrids when they see your monster flopping about,” and all of us chuckled. “Better not get mine out or the locals will fetch pitchforks,” Tucker boasted, unable to help himself as his huge black plaits swished. “I think you mean binoculars Tucker,” I joined in, get
Freya has taken my breath away a fair few times. This one rocked me to my bones. My beautiful girl stands statue-like in the centre of the room with her back to me. Hidden by shadows, her chocolate curls tumble down past her shoulders, a tattered, shitty pink silk slip barely covering her. The only part of her moving were her trembling, furled hands as they gripped the hem of the slip by her hips. On the floor lies Phillipe. Not moving and getting greyer every second. Lighting the room was the dull, reddish glow of the blood moon. I scramble to my feet and fumblingly try to understand the darkly frozen scene before me. Snapping back into life Freya quickly takes off the ring and throws it down onto his lifeless body before breathing quickly, so rapid and ragged she might be falling into a panic attack.. /Softly, remember how we hurt Finn./ “Freya, I’m here.” “I know,” she whispered back, her voice breaking. “Don’t look at me,” Slowly I take another step forward but the crunching
They say women bear multiple children because the brain can somehow remove the memory of the pain. Or at least dull it enough so that you’re not traumatised into avoiding ever going through it again. That’s what Zeke’s attempting to achieve now. Swiftly found down in the cells by one of Zeke’s men, the doctor confirmed our baby is unharmed before issuing Zeke a series of lotions. I hated seeing the barely-concealed horror in their faces as the vile pink nightgown was exchanged for a soft white robe and silk shorts. My eyes were squeezed shut as he examined me, especially the small, tender bump. Those welts were the cruellest. “Nobody else will see you until you are ready, I swear. I have sent for your mother plus the traditional pack surrender actions are underway too.” Zeke assured me, his voice dark and rich, laced with authority. Another version of the man I love has emerged. Who is this calm, masterful leader? He is not hopping with rage nor whooping at victory. Instead he loo
I fell asleep in his arms and for the first time, woke up to find him still there. I smiled, realising I was nestled in the crook of his arm, my hair a messy tangle of wild curls sprawling across his chest. From the arm I had draped across him, I could see the red welts were vanishing. Now they are just faint silvery lines of past pain. Drifting away like a bad dream. /I’m still working on getting rid of all the marks, be patient/ Livi mentioned quickly /I was distracted/Dickstracted, I corrected her as the scent of the salve in the air made a fresh blush race across my smiling face.Zeke shifted lazily in his sleep and the temptation to repay the sleepy, sensual torture he gave me was irresistable. Except duty calls. I have no idea how long Phillipe has been dead but there is a pack waiting to be run. No doubt proclamations to sign, warrants to stamp. Here I am having a nap.“I can feel you stressing out,” he grumbled, rubbing his eyes with his free hand. His fresh stubble gave hi