***Twigger warning: This chapter is a little graphic and DOES have an assualt of the sexual nature (there is no rape or penetration of any kind****Tatum*Alpha Kit watches me from the other side of the room, his eyes trained on me like I might make a run for it. While I have every desire to leave, I have zero to get myself killed.So instead I will just bide my time wandering the massive room. Everything feels darker here, no modern touches, it’s as if they have been suspended in time with no modern technology. Where Artemis’ pack house is more of a modern mansion, this one is castle-esque. Large bricks line the walls outside and in incredibly high ceilings and candelabras. They have electricity. They aren’t living in the dark ages, but they have clearly been in the family home since the very beginning. Alpha Kit’s desk is a sanded slab of beautiful cherry wood, with its raw edges showcased in the clear varnish that preserves its constitution.“Has this place been here all along?” I
*Maverick*My body shakes with pure violence. Feral alpha or not, this fucking asshole doesn’t stand a chance against me. Not in this state, not when murder is the only thing on my mind. He has touched what is mine, a pain that is a thousand times worse than any pain imaginable. Tatum lays limp in his arms, her eyes red rimmed and her face smeared with blood.“Mav, it wasn’t him. Alpha Kit helped me.” she forces out, like she is in pain.Her hand reaches out, and the Alpha male steps closer, offering her to me. Without hesitation, I fold her into me, my wolf whining at having her safely in our arms. I can’t help but press my head into her neck, her scent marred by that of blood and someone else. I growl, looking up and scanning the room, only to find a limp body to my right. “Was it him?” I ask her, locking my eyes with her and she frowns, a small nod verifying the body was her assailant.“He is dead.” Alpha Kit says when I notice the head on the floor, eyes wide with surprise. Good.
Gamma Colby holds the door open to our room, Tatum in my arms as I step through and look around. It’s warm with a fire roaring in the fireplace across from the bed and a thick, lush carpet laid before it with two large cushy chairs. It feels like we have stepped into a romantic medieval getaway with the lights overhead dimmed and a tray of fruit for snacking on a side table. “You should have everything you need. There is water in that small fridge in the bookcase,” He says pointing to an area next to a large bay window. “The herbs for her wound are in the bathroom with instructions.”I look down at Tatum, who gives me a pointed look and I press my lips together, not happy with what I know she wants me to do. So I sigh and turn to face the Gamma, her in my arms. “Thank you,” I say with a tight smile, and he smirks. Tatum slaps my chest and I growl softly. “And, uh, sorry about your head.”“I get the feeling you aren’t, but that’s okay. One day I hope to find my mate, then I will unde
*Tatum* I watch in horror as the oath retaliates against Maverick’s rigid body. This time is worse, so much worse, as it seems to hold him in its grips longer. I try to talk to him, my hands rubbing over his heated skin, but I’m not sure if I am making it worse or better. I contemplate running for the healer, or maybe Artemis, to help, but leaving him is an impossible task. Not when he is so vulnerable. “Mav,” I whisper, leaning close to his ear. “Breathe through it. You can do it,” I feel like a damn idiot cheering on a sports team in the last minutes, but what the hell does one say in this situation? I doubt that there is a handbook for me to learn from. So I press my palm to his head, a sigh releasing from his clenched jaw, and I exhale, relieved to have some response even if it’s not a verbal one. “I’m still here, Mav.” I tell him, leaning over him and pressing my forehead to his. I dare not touch my naked body to his flesh for fear of what it could do to him, so instead I
The soft sound of snoring wakes me, as I turn my head, smiling up at a sleeping Maverick. So much for him not sleeping. Though not that I can blame him. Yesterday was a crazy day and last night…my cheeks heat as I remember what we did. So out of the usual for me, but still so precious. I watch him as his chest rises and falls; me wrapped up in his arms and then I lean forward, dropping a gentle kiss on his cheek. His arms tighten on me, and I chuckle. “How long have you been awake?” I ask him and he smirks, eyes still closed. “You don’t think I actually snore, do you?” he looks amused with himself as I roll my eyes.“Honestly, I thought it was sexy. It’s a shame you don’t actually snore.” I tease, and his eyes open, focusing on me. Then he quickly closes them, snoring loudly, his chest heaving up and down with effort and his lips upturned with a flirty grin. He peeks open one eye, watching me. “How’s that? Super sexy?” He asks, and I snort out a laugh. “Oh, I can hardly restrain
*Maverick*I watch as Tatum says her tearful goodbye to Clem, hugging her and reassuring her everything will be okay. I want to share in her sentiment, but how the beta treated Tatum has me doubtful that Alpha Kit is actually in full control.An alpha with no control is one that is not respected and things will spiral out of control when the alpha is seen as having any weakness at all. The last thing anyone needs is a bunch of feral wolves staking claim on our territory because they feel their alpha is a lost cause..“Do you think Artemis will tell everyone about the ghost wolves and their true origin?” River asks, standing beside me as Artemis converses with Kit. I shrug, not really sure what kind of answer she is looking for, but I can be honest.“Maybe. It might be in everyone’s best interest to announce it and allow a safe crossing between the two kingdoms.”“That makes sense.” She muses. “If finding your mate is rare or uncommon here, I can only assume they will want to come over
*Tatum*I stand in my old room, the one I was leaving before Russel’s untimely neck poke, rendering me unconscious. Maverick’s arms slide around me, his chest pressing into my back and his chin tucking into the crook of my neck as I relax into him. After everything, his embrace is still where I feel the safest.“What happened to Russel?” I ask.“I will have to ask Artemis,” he says. “He sure as shit won’t show his face here again now that everyone knows he is a traitor.”“Traitor? Or just loyal to a different Alpha King?” I ask, turning to look up at him and the corner of his lip tips down. “They are the same thing in this pack, Tatum.” he says softly and I can feel a little of my hope slipping away. Our last potential option is Maverick going rogue and hopefully being welcomed into Alpha Kit’s kingdom. But how would he handle that? Truly? As someone who not only respects but is friends with the very Alpha, he protects.Would he grow to resent me for his actions? And what if Kit doe
“How annoyed do you think Jackson will be?” Maverick asks me with an amused grin.I reach up and stroke my thumb over his stubbly cheek. We have had one day to come around to terms with the idea of me leaving with River. Though if I’m being honest, he might get more done with me gone. Maverick will be more likely to search through the night rather than taking a break and spending time with me. “I bet he will be more excited than you think. Now he has a reason to see you more often and you can’t run from him again.”“It will be nice to finally catch up.” He sighs and I snort.“Oh, Mav, you have at least a year of scowl and cold shoulders ahead of you.” I assure him, and he chuckles, shaking his head. “Yeah, probably deserved.” He nods as he wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me close.“Definitely deserved,” River says, stepping up to us. “You ready?” She asks and I nod, going up on my toes to press a chaste kiss to Maverick’s plush lips.“I will see you in a week.” He says, his