*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
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