“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*Maverick*Tatum seems withdrawn at breakfast, not saying much to the girls and actively avoiding looking in my direction.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
Shock gives way to anger as my wolf paces and growls in my mind, only adding to my unease. I feel cornered, like Artemis was planning to keep me from Tatum. He can’t possibly know that Tatum and I are second chance mates, can he?I shake my head and look at River as she watches me, waiting for something and I realize I can’t waste a minute, but I also can’t leave without getting permission from Artemis. “Come with me,” I growl, blazing past River, my legs carrying me closer and closer, my mind whirling trying to come up with a logical way to handle the situation. Shit, it’s whirling with how to explain my need to go after them to Artemis without revealing the truth of what Tate means to me. “Where are we going?” River asks, ambling behind me as she struggles to catch up.“To the Alpha’s office.” I tell her, my eyes forward, focused on getting to Artemis so I can inform him of what is happening. He has to know something is off, doesn’t he? Unless these assholes have really done a gre
*Tatum*Rose whimpers next to me, huddled close as we sit in a dark, cold room. The last thing I remember was looking out the window to see River show up at the pack house, then a sharp pain in my neck before everything went dark. That was however long ago now, and all I can assume is that I am with the ghost wolves who took both Rose and I.“Are you okay?” I whisper, reaching out and taking Rose’s hand in mine after searching for it for a moment. She cries hard, her body moving closer to mine as I sigh and blink, hoping to get my eyes to focus. “Are you hurt?”“Only a little,” Rose says, and I frown to myself. These assholes really are abrasive as shit. Is it so hard to present yourself to Alpha Artemis and have a civil conversation?“Do you know where we are?” I ask her.“A building?” she responds in a question and I chuckle to myself. How fucking helpful.“Right,” I mutter, feeling around with my free hand. The door slams open, making us both jump as Rose whines and clings to me h
*Maverick*“You can not trade Clem.” Artemis tells me like I hadn’t heard him the first four times he protested my plan. “Clem can speak for herself,” River argues. “She is unconscious at the healers. Explain to me how you think she can speak for herself,” Artemis growls, moving toward River, who scrunches her nose in distaste. “She is probably awake by now.” She argues back. Artemis tilts his head to the side. “Why do you want her gone so badly?” He questions. River furrows her brow, peeking over at me, looking for the answer. I shrug. “No offense, Alpha Artemis, but I’m beginning to think you have brain damage. I WANT MY BEST FRIEND BACK. Have I not made my motives clear enough?” She raises her voice and Artemis’ nose twitches, his body tense as he scowls at her. “No offense, huh?” He snorts in anger, pacing away. “Are you always this infuriating?” He asks, and she rolls her eyes. “Yes,” I answer for him. “Yes, she is.”“It’s true,” she admits. “I don’t bend easily, so you m
“Alpha, we need to move. The rogues are close.” I remind him, my eyes scanning the trees to put faces to the stench that grows stronger with every passing second. Artemis clears his throat behind me. “Yes,” He says “We just need to make it to the border then we will be safe.”“Until the ghost wolves find out we are there,” River reminds us. “We will be fine.” I mutter, knowing exactly what is going through Artemis’ mind.“How can you be so sure?” Clem asks and I glance at her. The poor woman is scared shitless, but I get the inkling the rogues aren’t her cause for concern. “We have you,” I remind her, and she frowns. “If you are the Alpha’s mate, then you are more than enough to keep us safe. We have what he wants. Keep that in mind. Now, let’s move.”I break into a run, the rest of the warriors surrounding us to keep our Alpha protected from the rogues as we all move in unison. Clem struggles, her injuries slowing her down as I reach out and grab her, tossing her onto my back. She
***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.