There is a low growl from my right, and I push my legs harder in panic. No way am I allowing myself to get caught. I glance over my shoulder and see nothing, but that doesn’t mean much to me.Alpha Onyx taught me to trust my ears and my instincts and both are telling me someone is chasing me. I take one more peek before turning back around and slamming roughly into a stone-like surface. I yelp in surprise as a loud whoosh of air escapes my lungs as I fly backward.“What the fuuuuu–” I wheeze.There is a deep chuckle above me as my vision sees stars from the lack of oxygen I am pulling in. I try to scramble backwards, but a hand grabs my ankle and I am dragged closer to the man who is looming over me.“Leave her, Paul.” The other man says, sounding bored.“Oh, come on! It’s been weeks since I’ve been this close to a pretty girl…” the guy above me whines. He falls to his knees, legs landing on either side of me, straddling my waist and trapping my hands at my side. I can feel my chest c

*Onyx POV*My fingers ache from the stress of clenching them. It was idiotic to think that seeing her would calm my nerves, but I had to see her no matter what. After coming across her with those two rogues, the only thing I can see is the blood on her face nearly sent me into a rage and the fear in her eyes. I nearly went into a tailspin when she turned and ran away. It was sheer luck Bill and Tic tackled the two before I got to them. After capturing the other four rogues that we found, I was too hopped up to not tear their throats out had it not been for my beta and gamma. “Is she doing okay?” Tic asks.The gravel drive in front of the dorm crunches under his weight as he walks toward me. The night is far from over for me, but it didn’t matter. There was no option but to check on her. If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have been able to maintain my control. Tilly has no idea the power she holds over me, and it’s frightening. Short of taking her as a mate, I would do anything for her and tha

*Tilly’s POV* My skin stings as my cheek flames red. My mouth falls open and I gape at Anna, who grins victoriously. I don’t get why she is so damn happy about landing a hit. She always does. “You’re an asshole.” I mutter, and she places her hands on her hips defiantly. “You are the one who wanted extra training after hours.” She reminds me. “You’re the one that wanted extra training” I mock her in a high pitched whiny tone, throwing her words back at her. She tries to scoff in annoyance, but she ends up laughing instead. “Someone is a little grumpy today.” Anna smiles happily. “Grumpy? You slapped me!” I say, flabbergasted. “I have every right to be grumpy!” “Til, I love you, but you are acting like a child.” My eyes grow wide in shock and I scoff, licking my lips as I search my brain for a witty comeback. This is my one true talent, yet nothing comes to mind. I am too tired to think normally, let alone like the highly intelligent woman I claim to be. “Does that mean we ca

*Onyx POV*My shoulder stings as Tilly pulls back her eyes wide with fear and a thin layering of my blood coating her swollen lips. Her hair is disheveled and her damn sexy bra is askew underneath me and now I’m certain she is the most glorious thing I’ve ever beheld. The satisfied haze in her eyes is easily my newest addiction as plans form in my head for the next time I get her alone like this. Never has someone’s little cries and moans tasted so satisfying. Shit, hers are the first lips I’ve ever allowed myself to taste. Kissing is for intimacy, and in the past sex was just a necessity so there was no use for it. Now? shit, Now I’m not sure that food will ever live up to her flavor. “Alpha…I…I…” she stutters, rubbing her runs over the cusp of my shoulder trying to clear away the bite mark that stands out against my tanned skin. A smirk dances across my lips and I watch her flounder for what to say. There is no doubt after seeing the look on her face that she is unaware of the s

Fear grips me as I open my eyes and see only darkness. No, no no! I am not blind again, damn it! No! I whimper in frustration and pain, trying to blink away the darkness when the light comes on and I look directly into the eyes of one of my fellow trainees, Patrick. He stares at me, a crazed look on his face as he panics, pacing the floor. Relief floods me, my eyes raking through the room, taking in every detail now that I know my eyes are in working order. The room matches my dorm room. Same layout, gray linoleum floors with the basic beds and curtains. He has me sitting in the center of the room in a chair similar to the one in my dorm, hands tied behind my back. “What in the actual fuck?” I spit out more annoyed than anything. I may be tied up, but it’s Patrick, probably the least threatening person here other than me. Seeing him makes me relax, my mind wandering to less intense issues at hand. For example, the shirt I’m wearing is the only comfortable, not matchy thing I could