*Maverick*I settle into the chair across from Artemis, Milo standing to the right, leaning on the ledge of a bookshelf behind him. They both seem tired and tense as Artemis leans back in his chair and scrubs his hand over his face before slapping his palm to his leg. “Alpha?” I question and he just shakes his head like he is trying to pull himself together. “Did she seem off to you?” He asks me before looking over at Milo. I furrow my brows, inching forward in my chair.“Uh, who? Tatum?” I ask.“Yes. She usually is much more chipper. But tonight she seemed more…I don’t know. It felt like she was withdrawn.”“She is probably tired from traveling.” I offer, though I noticed the change in her today as well. Tatum seems to be in constant deep thoughts since we arrived back at the pack house. Not to mention she told me she hates me at one point tonight and gave me no indication of why. Though I am sure I deserve it, it would be nice to have an explanation. “Tatum hadn’t seen her family
*Tatum*My body tingles with awareness and I look up at Clem, who now has her eyes focused on the man in front of us. She clutches the blue vial in her hand; her knuckles going white as she seems to crouch slightly, ready to attack.“Sorry for what?” I calmly ask as I stand and back to her side. She doesn’t pull her eyes away from the man in front of us, not for a second.“You are going to have to run,” she whispers, and my mouth falls open. Here I thought she was betraying me and now she wants me to run? What in the actual fuck is going on? I glance at the man standing only twenty feet away, his hands in his jeans pocket and a grin on his lips. Why the fuck is he so happy?“What is going on?” I hiss. Clem swallows roughly and looks over at me for a second.“I don’t know.”Well, that answered absolutely fucking nothing. I groan, annoyed and so fed up with these dumbass rogues, ghost wolves, not-rogue dickheads. My mind races while he just stands there and fucking waits. What the hell
*Maverick* Tatum is motionless in front of me, her expression changing from shock to confusion before she opens her mouth to speak and then slams it shut. My chest aches with tension, waiting for her to do something, to say something. She chuckles, burying her hands in her hair, then paces away from me. She bends at her waist suddenly, her hands falling to her knees in support as she hyperventilates. “Tatum,” I step forward, unsure of what to do in order to help her, or pull her from the shock. She snaps her eyes up, a storm brewing behind those beautiful brown irises. “No.” she hisses, holding up her hand to keep me away. “You…you stay there”“Okay,” I comply with her request, though I feel like I’ve been run through with regret and guilt.My heart pinches painfully and I rub my unmoving chest as I hold my breath, waiting for her to speak first. I didn’t mean to slip up and tell her my secret. But damn it, I thought I’d lost her tonight, possibly forever. For an agonizing amount o
*Tatum* Everything feels bleak and dark, no escape, no way out of this mess that will forever have us living in agonizing pain. Be it physically or emotionally. All hope for something better, something more was obliterated the moment he said those three words. Because the moment it was out there, I knew there was no one else I could ever love. But I could live with a broken heart. I’d done it before and I had no hope of ever feeling complete again, but I could learn to care for someone, with a little time. I could adjust and be a suitable mate, a wonderful mother and pine in the comfort of my own moments. Or so I thought. Before the second chance, bond kicked in and left me with no recourse, no escape from the love and craving I have for Mav. I can never be with another man without hurting Maverick through the bond. Every kiss, every intimate encounter would render him incapacitated with pain of the bond, informing him his mate is unfaithful. One moment I was trying to convince mys
Tatum sits in front of Artemis, watching him curiously as she tries to hide her worry. It’s clear as day to anyone who knows her well. She is panicking. I lounge against the floor to ceiling bookshelf behind Artemis, trying to offer her whatever support I can to keep her calm. She did no wrong with Clem. Well, other than evading her bodyguard and looking auspicious as shit.And now there is that pending feeling of doom with the second chance mate bond humming through us, trying to force us to accept it. No, other than keeping this secret, she has done nothing wrong and will be completely fine. I itch the center of my chest, a twinge there, where my panic tries to surface as well. “I want you to tell me exactly what happened from the moment Clem asked you to meet.” He says, his hands falling to the desk as he leans back in his chair. “Clem said she had something she needed to show me and asked if I could get away from Maverick.”“And you thought that was a good idea?” He asks and Ta
*Tatum* I watch the shadows on the ceiling, the lightning outside my window lighting up the room, igniting the large space in a cacophony of ferociously dancing tree limbs before darkness descends again. Each strike brings me a small get away from the horrible thoughts in my head and ache in my bleeding heart. Not a true injury, no, but one I still feel keenly as ever. Artemis kissed me, and I kissed him back. It felt more wrong than before, like I was lying not only to him but disregarding my very reason for existing. And the way Maverick couldn’t look at me.Tears threaten my eyes as another bolt explodes near the packhouse. The thunder follows quickly behind it as it rumbles through me. Even the weather is upset with my situation, playing out all my frustrations in a great showcase of power and rage.He walked behind me the entire way back to the room and when we got in; he darted past me to his room. Since then, he has said three words to me from the darkness of his little den
“Get some sleep,” He whispers, closing the space between us after I pull my top back on. My arms wrap around my stomach, hugging myself closely to keep from reaching out to hug him, to try to take away the pain I continually seem to cause him.Maverick reaches out, his hand sliding against my cheek as he grips my head. His thumb rubs up and down the smooth skin at my ear, sparks following his touch. Then he sighs, tugs me into his chest, and presses a kiss to the top of my head. “I’m not tired.” I mumble, and he chuckles.“Yeah, well, I’m not feeling all that sleepy either, but with the bond doing what it wants, we need as much sleep and strength as we can muster to fight against it.”“That is what you want?” I ask, taking a step away from him, trying to shake the hold the bond has on me. “To spend the rest of our lives fighting it and pretending it’s not there?”“No.” He admits with a deflated huff of air. “But what we want and what will be will never be the same, So I will gladly t
*Maverick*Tatum seems withdrawn at breakfast, not saying much to the girls and actively avoiding looking in my direction. If she were trying to avoid suspicion from me, she is failing miserably, but I won’t be able to interrogate her until we are back in the room, whenever that is.I allow my eyes to linger on her more than usual, unable to keep from watching her plush lips that I have craved since the moment they left mine. I will spend the rest of my life longing for them.“I was thinking a walk would be nice?” She says talking to Clem who frowns and tucks a hair behind her ear, “Honestly, I’m afraid to take you anywhere, Tate. Everyone here thinks I was luring you into the woods to steal you away because I couldn’t handle the competition.” Clem sounds genuinely upset.“Well, they are wrong and I know it and you know it. That is all that matters.” Tatum shrugs. I’m glad Tatum thinks she is right about Tatum. Someone has to believe her because it sure as shit isn’t me. At this rate