Ryan "Damn this weather," I mutter. The storm has yet to let up and in fact, I believe it's started pouring down harder, with more vigor, and still shows no signs of slowing for my benefit. "Have you tried linking to the healer?" Olivera asks, his antsy attitude not helping my worried state right now. "I mean, if you can't reach through the link to her, she might just be asleep and everything is okay—that could be possible, right? I mean, if you think about—" "Hush," I beg. "You're rambling again." "I'm sorry that I'm flustered," he grovels. "I'm just trying to keep calm." I raise my brow, trying to stay focused on my mate but I can't seem to shake this infatuation Olivera has had for my mate. I should ignore it, as I have in the past weeks, but something about being stuck in this small cave with him has my mind tethering off too many emotions at once. "Enlighten me, please," I sigh, shaking my head out at the storm. "What is this weirdly possessive, sympathetic binding you thi
Alyson The pain is insurmountable. I fight through it, thinking of the pups that need me, that are clinging to the hope that I will always fight for them, and I won't disappoint them now. I turn over, laid out on the floor of the bathroom, the healer working at the cramps in my spine. I grab the towels, grab my own shirt, desperate to get through this sooner than later. My wolf whines and my heart hurts. "RYAN!" I need him, I want him, and I fear I can't do this ordeal without him beside me. I lay out, exhausted from the agony, crying inconsolably until I hear heavy steps parading through the bedroom. Soon, they find the healer and I in the bathroom, my eyes dizzy as I spot Ryan, naked and drenched in rainwater. My breath catches, curious if I am dreaming. "Right here, Alpha, come help me with this," the healer grunts. I feel my mate hold my head, pushing deep into my spine as I straighten my back out in reflex, feeling th
I was Alissa Clark. My blood smelt the sweetest, and tasted the best. They said I was the she wolf with the best blood in past centuries. It was the greatest honor of my family. Why? The Alpha would need my blood to survive and thrive.Our pack, Crowalt pack, is the most powerful pack across the land. Our Alphas from Clan Alexander were given witch-like powers. They see both the past and the future. They control the history and fate of the pack. Blessed by the moon goddess, Clan Alexander are the same as gods in our eyes.Even though Clan Alexander members have the most powerful abilities, they are cursed. The greater their abilities, the shorter their lives. They would find it hard to hold their inner wolves back. Eventually, they would lose control and never shift from human to wolf form again.The blood of the Clark she-wolves could protect them from their curse.To keep Alexanders from being gree
"Jennifer? Help?" I said weakly. My whole body was shaking, despite being practically drained of life.Jennifer stood in the doorway, a figure of beauty in her white gown, but unmoved. I wondered if I looked like that, but then I knew I didn't. I knew I should look like her, but six years of my tortuous existence had robbed me of having smooth, soft skin, and lustrous long hair. Her expression was as if she had seen me do something disgusting instead of finding a long-lost sister about to die."Don't be fooled. I'm not Jennifer." Jennifer said. "You are. I'm Alissa Clark.""What? No." I said. The beat of my heart was throbbing in my ears, pumping the blood that was so valuable, the reason I'd been locked away. Slowly, it dawned on me."You did this?" I cried out, my voice sounded high and piercing. My heart was breaking."Did what, take what was mine?" Jennifer said. 
My body felt weightless. I opened my eyes and wasn't sure where I was. Above me was a clear blue sky without any clouds. It was bright, but I did not see the sun.Instead of being hung up with blood draining into the golden bowl beneath me, there was grass tickling my skin. I sat up. All around me were sprawling hills of golden and green grasses waving gently with the breeze. It smelt so good and fresh. Taking in a deep breath, I felt peaceful for one moment.But then, I looked down. My body was covered in scars. While I was no longer bleeding, there was a long gash up my left arm where I could see all the way to the bone. I shivered, suddenly cold and aware of my nakedness.I didn't know where I was, or why I was not wearing clothes.I remembe
I felt someone was touching my face. A hand softly tapped my cheek, tracing my lips for a second, before going back to my cheek again."Who are you?" I woke up , kind of veering away from him, still feeling the lingering sensation of his hands touching my face."Oh, good. You're awake. I'm Ryan. I was patrolling the riverside when I saw you."I eyed him suspiciously. "You saved me?"He nodded, "You could say that. How are you feeling?""I'm okay. Better now, warm at least." I was wrapped in a blanket, and resting on a bed near a fireplace.I inspected him cautiously wondering how honest I could be with this person, with anyone for that matter. If I couldn't trust my sister, nor my mate Jacob, who could I trust ever?He looked very strong and firm, like he could rip apart a man or a wolf with his bare hands. I inspecte
Ryan's POV I stood before the crowd, daring anyone to challenge me to a fight. I even wanted it. I was angry. Rupert, my wolf, was about to seize control of me. I had not lost a fight since I was fourteen, and they all knew it. "Well! Who wants to fight me!" I shouted at them. Curse or not. No one would do harm to her. They could not cast her out, I would protect her. Alyson, my mate. There was no way I could witness dying, fear losing her when I'd only just found her. Yes, she's my mate. I could smell it. Her blood smelt sweet and delicious like vanilla and cinnamon bark.&nb
Alyson's POV Is he really standing up for me? I watched the crowd disappear as the pack avoided the fight with Ryan. He was so enormous, so radiating with ferocity. It was terrifying to behold, and yet incredibly impressive. My heart softened, especially remembering of Donna telling me how he took care of me. "No one will fight me? Then she stays." He growled, even as the crowd had mostly vanished. I had to figure out why. I could not believe that this man would protect a stranger so fiercely for nothing. He had to have a reason. He took on his entire pack, going against their wishes to see me fight in those games, seeing me die. But I could prove myself, I could