Alyson's POV
"Let's take a carriage back." He said. I sensed something was wrong, but he explained before I could answer. "I feel a little dizzy."
There was something fierce and far away in his eyes. I thought of how difficult it looked for him to shift back to Ryan.
All It took was one howl, it was odd how much his human voice had the exact timber of a wolf as if he had not yet shifted back. We waited a few minutes, and a carriage pulled up.
Michael was driving in the front seat. "You ok, Ryan?" He asked.
Ryan was already getting himself in. "Yes, I just need to sit down a bit."
There was a small road between the trees leading back to the village. It was a good idea in case a
Alyson's POV I saw the crazed desire in his face. Was it possible he was part of the Clan Alexander? Could he have a blood provider? I shuttered at the thought of him keeping another like I was kept. If there was another she-wolf of Clan Clark locked away like I had been, I would free her. Michael was quiet the rest of the way, and I was too lost in thoughts to care. There was so much stirring in my mind. I had to find out more. But if he had a blood provider, surely, he would not have responded so severely to my blood. It didn't make sense. No Clan Alexander deprived of the necessary Clan Clark blood for ten years would have been able to resist my blood. And I had been under his care this whole time.
Alyson's POV After his declaration that he liked me, we had avoided any talk of it. Donna had reentered the room, and so we were interrupted. Still, Ryan was around all the time, the unspoken words between us always caught up on other topics, like training.Ryan began training me every day, and I loved it. I loved to run and sweat and challenge my body like I hadn't before. We arrived at the training arena. He said, "Let's begin with ten laps, in human form today." I nodded, running around the clearing eagerly, although I was breathing hard by the third lap, and could hardly catch my breath by the fifth. Air burned my throat and lungs.&n
"Are you sure you're going to fight?" he said, breaking the moment. "Yes, that's why we've been training so much," I responded, wishing he'd look back into my eyes like in that moment before when his tawny eyes burned with a desire. "Am I not your best student?" "You're definitely the fastest learner I've ever seen." He was still on top of me. "So why worry so much?" "Because, in real fights, no one will be as nice as me." 'Oh, you're nice. Are you letting me win?" I said flirtatiously. My heart was beating. I was starin
Alyson's POVI was very afraid. But I wanted to try. "Donna, could you leave for a moment?""What?" She spluttered through tears. "I think I might be able to help, but I'd prefer if you leave." She looked a little baffled. "If you can help. Anything is worth a try." Unlike Michael, she was trusting. Nothing in her face held any suspicions of me. As soon as she stepped out of the cabin. I took some warm water in a cup. I poked at the cut on my wrist till I could get a few drops of blood into the water. I entered Ryan's room. It smelt like him there. I hesitated in the doorway, wondering i
Alyson's POV "What should I feel?" I asked, avoiding looking at him. "You didn't answer my question." I had to know how badly he wanted my blood, and if he had some twisted motives for me to care for him only so that he could use me. Like Jacob had. He was on a chair next to me, a piece of furniture that looked too small for him. He was leaning towards me, and I could feel his tawny eyes burrowing into me, wanting me to look back towards him. He reached out one of his large hands and touched my arm, pleading for me to look at him. "Are you going to answer?" I asked. "On that day I found you. I thought you were dead, but when I saw you move, it was as if my h
I wanted to avoid Ryan to let him cool off for a few days, and allow space for the raging confusion inside me, but the fight games were coming up. We still met every day, and we trained. To my relief, he didn't bring up the love confession, nor my rejection. Finally, two days before the fight game, as he was leaving his cabin, he said, "No, you rest." "Rest? But what if I have more to learn." "You can't learn much else in a couple days but your body will be stronger if it gets rest, and then you can fight fresh." He explained. I worried that he just didn't want to train me anymore. He had been acting more distant, more agitated lately.
I shifted back to human form to draw my knife, but I was backed into the corner of the arena. Her large gray wolf paused with narrowed eyes at me as if only to size me up before she sprang at me.She tore open my arm with her fangs. It ripped through one of the two scars that remained from the death blows of my last life and my blood began to spill all over the ground.Her wolf form snarled with my blood in her teeth. She shifted back to a human, her mouth still reddened, her pretty face turning up in a sinister smile. This crazy bitch scared me, more than I'd been in a long time, and I couldn't quite understand it.She lunged, and I tried to jump out of her way, but she caught my foot. I fell hard to the ground. She pinned me with her larger body, and I smeared my bleeding arm against her as I tried with all my might to free myself. "This
"I have no mate." I said as Ryan gloweringly looked off towards the distance. With a thoughtful tilt3 of his head, Dylan focused on me. He added, "I'm sorry, free she-wolf, Alyson, without any mate. Hopefully, it did not sound as if I wanted to purchase you. I only wanted to spend more time with you and know the winner better. How about dinner tomorrow?" Still glaring at Ryan, I said, "Dinner would be lovely. I'd be happy to join you at your table." Ryan growled in his throat, but he could say nothing to prevent me. It really bothered him, but he never should have tried to forbid it like he owned me. I belonged to no one. What else could I do but go against him to prove it?&nb