He wanted to talk, did he? Well, I was ready to talk, but I wasn't ready to let him control the conversation as if I were some subordinate who had to obey him. I must stand my ground even though this Alpha has already made my wolf surrender. "Sure, let's talk. We can start with you telling me that you're calling off your cute little pack and letting me leave since you don't have any right to keep me here.""Cute little...?" He tensed as he frowned, and my snarky amusement faded a bit. Maybe pushing him when I was completely outnumbered and in his power might not have been my wisest plan."Which pack is this, anyway?"He relaxed on the couch slightly, watching me. "We haven't named it yet.""Well, that doesn't matter. The only name I really need is yours." I stared at him down, not willing to break eye contact."Why do you want it so badly?" he asked."I-""Because you want to reject me properly? Really twist the knife in when you do it? Honestly, that doesn't motivate me to introduce
I must have fallen asleep in his chair because the sound of the door opening woke me.I stiffened.My nameless mate was looking at me with an inscrutable expression.I smiled sarcastically."Made yourself comfortable?" he asked.I smiled at the annoyance in his voice. My invasion of his stupid little man cave bothered him. I didn't care. It was his fault I was still stuck here, disrespecting or annoying him as my only recourse. I hid my smile as his dark eyes flicked to the coffee table, where I'd left as much of a mess as I could conjure up from his sparse possessions. I'd done the same thing to the table, and he hadn't failed to notice that, either."Sorry, was I supposed to be tied up somewhere? I got the impression that I was free to roam my cage."He stared at me for another long moment as if he would like to argue before he sighed and simply went down the hall.I rolled my eyes and returned to the screen asking if I was still watching. I selected yes, then returned to the last e
After my unnamed mate left, with nothing much to do, I wallowed in memories of how my awful choices had led me to being trapped in his trailer.Finally, I snapped myself out of it and spent the remainder of my morning messing up his home as much as possible. Honestly, the mess was starting to get to me, too, but I wasn't about to just give in and accept the unacceptable.I made sure I was sprawled out in his easy chair by the time he returned. He had not been able to sit in it even once since I had been trapped here. I put on the most annoying cartoon I could find and cranked up the volume in an effort to annoy him more. The high-pitched voices bothered my ears and annoyed my wolf, but reaching my goal was worth the pain.My reward was swift when he came in the door and flinched at either the excited chirping on the television or the mess all over his counters.As always, I had been limited by his sparse possessions, but I had made do as creatively as possible."Carrie."I fluttered m
I enjoyed three more days of my renewed freedom. If one could call living with a depressed wolf half enjoyable. My wolf was increasingly a miserable mess, and I could not stop myself from thinking about the stubborn brick wall fate had tried to stick me with. She was bringing me down and making dealing with the human customers excruciatingly difficult. I had no appetite and ate only to ward off the pangs of hunger. Even though I did not care about that stranger who was my mate in the slightest, she was well and truly fixated on him. It was actually worse than when that jerk alphas discarded us because back then I had my wolf's steady strength to fall back on. She had been upset, but it had stemmed from her territorial pride and her love of pack, not like this. I had only one friendly co-worker I kept at arm's length who knew nothing about the truth of my nature. This time, it was like the ground was crumbling beneath me and it was up to me to cling on alone with my paltry human st
I was tired of fighting the pull towards my mate and my reason for doing it looked—and felt—more and more ridiculous. Madoka’s hands were on my hips, but they swept down lower to cup my ass through my jeans and I moaned against him. His fingers trailed lower and brushed between my legs lightly to teased me more. I ran my hands under his shirt and felt the ridges of his muscles under my fingertips. He released my mouth and breathed into my ear. "I want to mark you," he whispered huskily. It was so soon, but I did not care. So much of our time had already been wasted, and if he really was invested enough to want to mark me, what reason did I have to disagree? "Do it." His mouth kissed his way down my neck, and his canines extended and bit down into my flesh. The pain was irrelevant, because at the same time came a flood of connections I had been missing, not only since being expelled from Blackmore, but for my entire life. It was like the pack bond, except a million times more poten
Madoka lay on my bed with his arms crossed behind his head like he belonged there—who was I kidding, he probably did—unconcerned that he was naked as he watched me gather a few things for the night. I said stay over, but realistically, I doubted I would be leaving, if things kept going in this direction. Seriously, we were marked and mated, and I could barely wrap my head around it. He pulled on his clothes once I was nearly ready. I watched the way his muscles flexed as he moved, and heat built inside of me at the memory of what we had just done together. It was mind-blowingly good. A grin split his face as he met my eyes and moved closer to tower over me. "What are you thinking about?" "Nothing too exciting," I lied, although I didn't expect him to believe me. "Mmm. Is that so?" he asked, toying with a stray black curl. "No." Madoka smiled. "I want to get you home, first." "Home?" "Yeah. My pack. Our pack." His confidence broke for just a second, and he looked v
"The way I figure it, I could have had you about three dozen times since then if we had just gotten along from the beginning," he said, his tone teasingly serious."You're saying more than four times a day?" I asked, pointing out his exaggeration."What? Do you think we could fit in more? As much as I'd like to stay in bed all day every day with you, the pack does need me sometimes."I just laughed at his absurdity until he grew solemn."The pack will need you, too. If you're willing. I'm not going to try to force you into the traditional luna roll. It's unlikely that our pack will have any major standing in our lifetimes, but the plan is that in the future, it'll grant safety and support to a lot of people who haven't had it easy."His sudden seriousness drew me in, and I hung on his words. The idea of being a luna—something that had once filled me with pleasure and purpose—now left a sour taste lingering in my mouth and anxiety curling in my stomach.But, if I didn't step up, I was
Dealing with complaining humans the next day was harder than usual. I had tolerated them in my quest for survival, but now that I was getting out of there and would have more important pack based problems to deal with, each petty complaint was more tedious than ever.They weren't all bad, of course. Most humans were nice or at least neutral. They were basically just weak wolf-less werewolves, otherwise not that different from myself. I didn't mind getting things from the back or showing people things they couldn't find, but the rude entitled ones…They just got my wolf's back up and it was hard not to snap at them. Literally or figuratively.Still, I got through my shift and put in my two week's notice. After that, I called my landlord and told him I would be leaving. I thanked both profusely, because they had given me a chance when I had been really low.Ben, the wolf Jason had sent along, came along to my little apartment, and I began to pack up some of my things. He was helpful and