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*Tatum*Maverick leaves me staring at his back as he heads out of my bedroom door. The man is nothing if not predictable. He can’t handle anything from the past, not with a clear head. I knew coming home would be hard for him, but Artenis only added to that stress.And Maverick may deny it until his dying days, but I could see how much it hurt him to be treated like they didn’t know him. That’s the problem with Maverick. He wants so desperately to run from the past, while simultaneously craving it. He missed my family. It was plain as day to me, but he will continue to run. Hell, probably until the day he dies.I plop down onto my bed, palming my face with both hands, as I groan in frustration. Artemis being here, showing up, felt strange. It’s not that I didn’t want Artemis to meet my family. It was almost like he was trying to catch me off guard?See if he could throw me. Is that a part of getting to know me? To throw me through a loop and see if I trip up? It’s the unshakable feeli
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Six years now. It’s now been six whole years as of today. No more fitting the years of heartache on one hand. Today, six years ago, on my birthday, I lost so much. Maverick lost so much. And now, if he doesn’t stop pestering me, he is going to lose a nice set of teeth too. “Why are we here again?” Maverick mutters, walking up behind me and leaning over my shoulder as I read the back of the box in my hand. “It’s my birthday, Maverick.” I mutter, trying to ignore his presence. “You’re an adult, Tater tot. This is a toy store.” He says, stepping up next to me, staring at the building blocks on the shelf. “Then you are aware that as an adult I know how to read, so I know what kind of store I entered when I saw the sign on the door.” I glance at him, my lips pressing together. “Mmm.” He hums. “Could you wait like…over there?” I point to the door and he looks at me, amused. “Not a chance.” “You are in a weird mood today.” I groan, walking away with the toy set in my hand. Any other
Torn Between The Alpha and His Bodyguard Not about you
*Maverick*My eyes transfix on the huge granite structure sprawling out in front of Tatum as she sits chatting as though there is someone there to listen. The air feels stale as my chest heaves up and down while I look closely at the names. Not the names I call them. No, here they seem so formal, so wrong. “What the fuck—” I mutter, just staring at the smooth headstone forcing my body to remember to breathe.Kiala. Timothy.Mason.Not mom, not dad. Not little dude or Mase. But their formal names, the names everyone else calls them. Not me. But it’s still my family. Not Tatum’s, not anyone else’s, but mine. Yet here she is talking to them like they mean something more to her. Like she has the right to visit them as her own. And she doesn’t. She has no fucking right to pretend like they mean something more to her. I don’t even see her move, yet somehow she is in front of me, drawing my attention as she reaches out and softly touches my bicep. I scan her face, trying to understand, tr
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*Tatum* I freeze under his kiss, his soft lips flush with mine as his arms cling to me for life. My heart is racing, beating out of my chest as I try to understand what is happening, if this is actually real? Maverick’s touch grows gentle as he moves to pull away and I panic, grabbing onto his face and pulling it closer to me as I kiss him back. His chest hums, and I try to catch my breath as our lips dance together. Maverick’s hands grip my jacket, pressing my body as close as he can before he rips away, pressing his forehead to mine. His hot breath mingles with mine as we try to breathe, sucking in the cold air that seems to fail to pull us from this little haven we have found. Neither of us speaks as we stay immovable in time. Each passing second, I can feel my thoughts trying to creep in. The ones I can’t bring myself to welcome. The ones that will rip me from this dream. I have wanted this for too long, needed it for years, so for now I relish it. Being in his arms, holding on
Torn Between The Alpha and His Bodyguard Impossibilities
*Maverick* “River,” I growl, low in my chest, without taking my eyes off the bathroom door on the other side of the living room. “Is there something you’d like to say to me?” “What did you do to her?” She says, settling in on the arm of the couch facing me. “Why do you assume I did anything?” I scoff. “Maverick, I’m going to fill you in on something you may not know. When a girl literally runs from you and hides in the bathroom, that usually means you are the problem.” I hate how her words make me feel, and I turn to look at her. “And you are sure she was trying to escape me, not someone or something else?” I ask her, arching a curious brow. “She sure as shit wasn’t trying to escape me.” She sighs, leaning forward and resting her elbows on her bent knees. “What did you do?” I clench my jaw, refusing to tell River a damn thing. If Tatum wants her to know she can tell her on her own, I won’t be informing her, though. The last thing I need is River cursing me out for the kiss.
Torn Between The Alpha and His Bodyguard Ghost wolves
A sliver of light slips through the curtain, dancing on Tatum’s smooth cheek. She must be used to the light in her face as she snores peacefully through what I would consider to be a distraction. I’ve seen Tatum sleep in the past, be it falling asleep during a movie or just being exhausted and passing out on the couch, and my sentiment on her sleeping has not changed. It’s not my favorite way to see her. Not that she doesn’t look like an angel, she does. But there is no smile, no sassy lip twitch as she tries to put me in my place and fails. The most beautiful thing about Tatum is her expressive nature. The way her emotions bleed from her eyes and pour from her lips. No, she may look perfect when she is sleeping, but when she is awake, she is less than perfect and I’d take that any day. Muffled clanking floats under the door, and I rise in my sweatpants and shirt as I tiptoe across the room and ease the door open. The hallway is empty as I step out and peek into the kitchen to see
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The car idles outside of Tatum’s family home, my knee bouncing as I unlock the door for Tatum to hop out. She pauses and I look over at her, a worried expression dotting her brow as she watches me. Her hand drops from the door handle and she releases a heavy sigh. “Seriously?” she asks, and I arch a brow. “What?” “Are you such a coward you can’t even come in to face them?” an amused smirk takes over her face and I scoff, my hands tightening on the steering wheel before they release and I drop them into my lap. “I have nothing to say to them,” I say softly and she rolls her eyes. “Then don’t talk.” Then she opens the door and tugs her coat around her body as she runs into her house. She is right, my usual go to is just ignoring people. It shouldn’t be that hard except…except that these aren’t just strangers or a friend of Tatum’s. These are the people that know my every fault. Shit, Mara changed my diapers when I was a baby and Nathan used to spare with me in the yard. And Ja
Torn Between The Alpha and His Bodyguard I hate you
*Tatum*The moment we hit pack grounds a sense of anxiousness settles in my gut, I wring my hands unsure what is going on with me. I should be excited, happy to be back, yet all I can think about is Artemis’ present for me. I heave out a heavy sigh as Maverick pulls into the garage this time, turning off the car. Neither of us moves. Maverick taps his palm on the steering wheel for a moment. “You ready?” he asks, and I press my head to the back of the headrest. I want to tell him no. That it was a hard trip home, mentally taxing, emotionally draining. But I know he already knows all of that. After all, he was my shadow the whole time. “I just need a minute longer.” I close my eyes, relishing the little bubble of safety Maverick and I have. The one I wanted desperately to escape when I first arrived, but now I feel anxious when I’m outside of it.“Okay then,” He says growing quiet, I droop my head toward him lazily, watching him as he fiddles with the car keys in his hand.“Are you o
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