Hey!! SO this is ending differently than my usual they are happy for 5-10 chapters! why? Becuase I felt their relationship was developed along the way, showing them over that many chapters again would have felt like filler which i promise never to give you. I have also left a few things open for specultion. There is a reason for that. There is potential for a Clem and Kit story, a shorter one but that won't happen until I get the second book in the Rebel Rising series up and completed.Clem and Kit's story would pick up from the moment she is traded to him for Tatum so we would also get alot of Mav and Tatum in their story as they are important characters in their lives. As always, THANK YOU, for hanging in there with me. This was a fun one to write. I will be doing some editing and such and may add more to give us more details about River and Artemis but they also may have a small novella coming if I feel like their story needs to be told from their POV. Basically, everything
*Tatum*The loud clinking from the kitchen has me creeping out of my bedroom in search of River, my usually quieter roommate. It’s barely six in the morning, far earlier than either of us ever get up, but I would be lying if I said I wasn’t happy she wasn’t able to sleep either. She was passed out on the couch last night when I got home from work, so I haven’t had the chance to tell her the good news yet. I have a date. And it’s not just with any ordinary person.I half expect her to freak out when she sees me come around the corner. I was not, however, even remotely prepared for the handsome, well-dressed man leaning against my kitchen counter. Panic creeps up my spine as I blink at him.His dark eyes lift from the cellphone in his hand and a smile grows on his face when he notices me. In an instant he straightens up, places his phone down and saunters over, stuffing his hands in his pressed suit pant pockets.He’s not a stranger. No, this is the very handsome man I’ve been chatting
“Move in? With you…? Before being mates? While you are still seeing other girls?” I ask, my eyes wide with shock. “Yes,” he starts and then stops and sucks in a deep breath. “As you know, I’m rather busy, traveling all the time. So when I have downtime, I like to decompress, relax at home in my pack, in my pack house.”“I guess that’s fair.” I tilt my head, seeing his point.I can imagine traveling all the time leaves little left to be enjoyed except what is missing: home. Not that I know anything about that. Aside from moving from my family home to my apartment in mid city, I’ve traveled to the edge of the pack and back again a few times. I’d like to be sick of traveling. “I am asking a few of you, potential mates, ladies I can see myself wanting to take a relationship further with, to stay with me for a while. To minimize travel and allow you all to get to know me in my natural environment. I’m more than an alpha, and I want you all to see me behind my title.” He clarifies, and m
“Don’t call me that” I frown and turn on my heels, leaving him behind me.“Why not?” He asks my back.“Only my friends call me that.”“We used to be friends,” he retorts, coming into my room behind me and I snort a dry laugh.“Yes, well, used to being the operative words there,”He says nothing as I search my closet. “What are you doing?” River asks, sauntering through the doorway as I grab out my suitcase and plop my new items inside it. I flick my eyes to meet hers, not stopping what I am doing.“I am packing.” I announce with a sigh before spinning away and grabbing a sweater. Then a shudder of excitement ripples through me and I bite my lip, stopping to face her with a smile barely suppressed on my face. Her eyes scan me, trying to decipher how she should react before she grins widely and squeals while jumping up and down. “He invited you?!” Her mouth hangs wide open as I nod my head and giggle. “Holy shit! Of course he did! He would have to be a moron not to.”“Stop it.” I fake
*Maverick*“Let’s get one thing straight.” I say, taking measured strides toward her while she stands firm. “I’m no ghost. I’m as alive as they come, even if I’ve wished not to be.”I reach out and tuck a strand of her silky smooth hair behind her ear, my fingers aching to stroke her cheek. I have no right to do it. It’s completely inappropriate, yet I can’t seem to stop myself. She meets my gaze, her eyes full of fury and confusion as a storm whips around within her. There’s no helping the graze of my thumb on her cheek as I drop my hand and my heart races at the simplest contact. I knew it would be a mistake to be this close to her. Mate bond or not, she has always had a hold over me. “Right.” She scoffs, wiping at her skin where I touched her as if cleaning the stain of me away. My jaw twitches in disappointment, though I understand her hatred for me all too well. She takes a step back from me, turning to face her suitcase. “Ghost or not, we both want the secret of our past kept
We drive in silence for the rest of the trip, Tatum growing more anxious by the minute as she checks her phone, and looks out the window regularly. I find myself looking at her more than I should, my eyes lingering, and I try to convince myself it’s because it’s been so long. Seeing her has brought back many emotions I never dealt with. Memories I buried without so much as thinking I would ever have to face them again. Yeah, that’s all it is. The memories, not the curve of her lips when she smiles anxiously to herself. It’s not the way the light bounces off her perfectly smooth skin or gleams in her hair. No. It’s the memories and once we get there, I won’t have to be troubled to be near her enough to worry about those.“We are here,” I tell her, my eyes connecting with hers as she looks up from her phone and then she glances out the window, perking up. The excitement on her face as we turn into the Fallen Star Pack is contagious, as I struggle to hide my grin and watch the road ahe
*Tatum* “Shit, shit, shit,” I mutter in annoyance as I pace my new bedroom floor carpet. “Oh, come on, it’s not that bad,” Maverick says from the door frame he is leaning on. The one that now connects our rooms because I don’t just have a bodyguard now, I have zero privacy. I shoot him an icy glare and he fights back a smile. The blood still caked to the side of his head where his injury heals. “You are supposed to keep your distance,” I remind him. “You promised.”“Being around me isn’t that awful. The mate bond is gone, and we used to get along.”“I had the biggest crush on you!” I squeal “we got along because I liked you and hung on your every word, stupid or not.”“And?”“A lot has changed since then.” I scoff.“Like what?” he says. He is trying to annoy me now, and it’s of course working like a charm as my face heats and all I want to do is stomp and growl.“I don’t like you anymore! Not even as a person.” I remind him and he stares at me. There is a lingering smile on his lip
“Shit,” Artemis mutters, rushing forward, as he crouches down and turns Maverick’s head to the side, inspecting the injury. “He should have seen a healer, the stubborn idiot.” “I tried to get him to see them…” I whisper, trying not to show my internal panic. Maverick was in a rather intimate position with me now that I think about it. On his knees, hands on my body…I swallow roughly. What the hell was I thinking? “Oh, I believe you. I'm quite surprised he let you even help,” He says, standing and placing a hand on his hip before he exhales loudly. “Maverick never sees the healer unless he has to. And by has to, I mean when I order him to.” My eyes widen a little in surprise. “Why? Does he just not like healers?” I ask Artemis, who shrugs. “He has never really given anyone an answer, and it’s not really our place to ask,” He says, walking around Maverick before motioning for me to come over. “Here, help me get him up. We can’t leave him on the bathroom floor.” I want to tell him