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GINGER I was waiting for some of the crowd to clear when I felt a presence behind me, and someone's hands slid down the sides of my torso to my hips, a shiver traveling up my spine in response. I turned around and was about to berate whoever decided to just grab me without asking first when I came face to face with Tyce, my heart skipping a beat in reaction. So, maybe he had forgiven me? Goddess, he looked good, especially with my buzz taking control of my hormones, my whole body relaxed and aroused, my inhibitions lowered. Before I could stop myself, I turned back around and ground my ass against his pelvis. He instantly fell into sync with my dance moves, but it somehow seemed more intimate than it ever had with previous dance partners. His body heat surrounded mine, his fingers grazed my thighs, hips, ass. Soon his hands were against the hem of my skirt, his fingers gripping the skin of my thighs, and his palms gliding against the fabric of my dress. I was practically moaning wit
TYSON Oof—I clutched at my stomach. This fucking girl! Goddess, she was so infuriating! She pissed me the fuck off! And yet… I might have been in love? No, I did not just think that. I definitely did not just think that. There was no fucking way I was in love with the most infuriating bitch I'd ever met. But, Goddess be damned, I'd be lying if I said that wasn't some of the hottest sex I'd ever had—if I said I didn't want to do it all over again. Was it possible to be addicted to a pussy? Everything about her was perfect. Okay, most of the time she really pissed me the fuck off. But then there were times that I saw a different side of her—a less prickly side. And, Goddess, her body, the way she smelled, the way she screamed my name, her amazingly gorgeous tits, her big, round ass, her tight little, wet pussy. I sighed to myself and got up off the floor, peeling off the condom that contained the evidence of what we'd just done. I found a paper towel roll in a cabinet under the c
GINGERThe next morning, I woke at noon to Paige bouncing on my bed, my head throbbing and my throat dry. Goddess, why did I do that again? Why did I overdo my drinking again when I promised myself not to? "Wakey, wakey!" she sang out."Goddess, can't you leave me alone?" I groaned."Did you forget we volunteered for the temple bake sale today? Those blondies aren't going to bake themselves. Heidi's already on her way to help."I groaned again."So, come on, how was last night? I've been dying to find out how it went and what you think of Lucy." She giggled.At the mention of the prior night, all my memories came rushing back to me of Tyce's fingers inside me, pushing me against the wall, fucking me on the floor, his vampire teeth, all the shots I took with Lucy and her friends, and Tyce driving me home. "Fuck!" I cried out."What?" Paige stared at me."Oh Goddess, oh Goddess, oh Goddess.""What?" Paige asked again."Fuck, fuck, fuck.""Oh my Goddess, Gigi, are you going to tell me or
GINGER Curiosity getting the better of me (and, okay, desperation for a ride), I agreed to meet Tyce after the service, telling my parents I'd meet them at home. I waited until my family left and most of the congregation dispersed as well, many sticking around later than usual to buy some baked goods. Once I made my way outside, I spotted Tyce sitting down on a bench. He stood as I approached. "Hey, I made it." I gave Tyce a small, closed-mouth smile. "Thanks for making it." He smiled widely in return, seeming genuinely happy to see me. "You wanted to talk?" He rubbed the back of his neck and said, "I'd like to start over." "Start over?" I repeated, not sure what he meant, and definitely not what I'd been expecting him to say. "I'd like to get to know you, Gigi." "Why?" I eyed him suspiciously. "I don’t know. You seem cool." "What!" I doubled over in laughter. "All you do is make digs at me all the time. What was that you said last night? That you think I've had a train run
TYSON On Wednesday, I filled in for some trainers in the morning, followed by a run of the pack. I had to keep shifting back and forth between my forms since I wasn't able to mindlink with Blake's pack members, which got exhausting after a while. By lunchtime, I was more than relieved. As I entered the packhouse and made my way to the kitchen, I wiped some sweat from my forehead and let out a deep breath. I was pleased to see that Connie had left out my favorite for lunch—Texas beef chili. I quickly reheated it in the microwave and took a seat at the kitchen table, bringing over a bottle of hot sauce and pulling out my phone so I could look through my calendar. I smiled to myself as I noted my evening was empty of obligations and I'd finally have a chance to relax. I'd never worked so hard as an alpha before. Partially because of what I told Gigi—my whole family helped with running the pack, so it wasn't quite as much work. What I hadn't told Gigi, though, was that it was also beca
TYSON The next day, Blake rounded up his troops and we headed up north. We bused the chosen warriors and came up with a cover story that they were part of an intramural sports team that was going to compete in Quebec, just in case any questions got asked at the border. Blake and I took his car and rode together. Before I left, I got in touch with my brother to keep tabs on how he was doing with arranging a chartered flight with as many of our warriors as we could fit. While I told my brother not to worry about coming, he couldn’t help himself and jumped on the same flight with all of them. I smiled—my brother was a good guy, and I knew he'd always have my back. Although, I'd probably try to keep him in charge of the logistics rather than fighting on the front lines. He'd never been trained as well as I had. "Tyce, I really appreciate all your help, both this time around and when Jasmine was kidnapped. If your pack ever needs a favor, I'll have a flight chartered from the east coast
BLAKE We had all expected to have some more time to get settled, go over strategy, and plan before shit hit the fan. But we should have all known better than to expect war to be predictable. While our warriors stayed at the neighboring Lune Nordique Pack, the alphas, including Alex, Tyce, and Alpha Antoine of the Lune Nordique Pack, with his mate Luna Marie, settled at the Bois Sombre Pack in their packhouse so we'd be able to get to the front lines as soon as the attack hit. And just like that, two days after we arrived, right before dawn, we got the alert that enemy troops were proceeding. We all sprinted out of bed, throwing our clothes off and turning to wolves as soon as our bare feet hit the ground outside, making our way past the border, hoping to meet them outside the territory and keep the pack safe. We advanced with the Bois Sombre Pack warriors at our heels, knowing the others should arrive shortly. While I was against it, Alex had made sure his own troops were stocked w
JASMINE It started as a normal Saturday. I woke up early and, once again, felt lost and alone without Blake next to me, his side of the bed far too cold and empty. Ever since we'd marked each other, being apart felt unnatural and wrong. We were so bound together now that, without him, I felt like half of a whole. I understood, logically, why he wouldn't let me go back up north with him, but my entire being longed for him. After getting dressed, I made my way downstairs for breakfast. But as soon as my foot stepped off the bottom step onto the main floor, I hunched over, the sensation of claws slicing through my skin overtaking me. I cried out, grabbing the stair railing so I wouldn't fall over, tears tumbling from my eyes. And I knew—Blake was hurt. His intense pain was being transferred to me. It pulsed through me again and I let out another cry. "Jasmine!" Luke came running down the stairs, helping me up. "It's Blake. Blake's hurt," I cried out as Luke helped walk me to the couc