Ada’s ears tucked back, her whimpering cries making rage build inside of me. “Winnie forced me,” I snapped. “I didn’t want to be here any more than you want me to be.” “Winnie?” He looked around the room, then took a deep breath, like he was relieved to see where he was at. “Where did Winnie go?” “To shower,” I said coldly, getting up to put some space between us. I was already pulling out my phone, texting Mick about my situation. If Boyd was awake, I wouldn’t be able to stay here much longer. It hurt too much. “Why couldn’t he shower in here?” “Why do you have a three-in-one body wash?” I snapped. “That’s why. Apparently your clothes suck too.” His face turned red for a second, making him look even angrier. “You were touching me,” Boyd sat up, looking at me with accusing eyes. I gritted my teeth regretting touching him at all now. “You were having a nightmare. My bad for trying to help.” “Hm,” he grunted, almost like he didn’t believe me. Fuck this. I did nothing to earn h

“She wants to reject him?” Miles asked, like it was something he couldn’t even fathom. Rejecting your fated mate is not something to take lightly. “Shouldn’t they talk first?”“That’s what I told her, but she said that every time she gets close to him, he acts like he’s gearing up for a fight.”I leaned my head back on Mick’s chest, thinking for a few minutes as he and Miles talked about what a rejection could mean for Boyd in his current condition. I was just vaguely listening while my mind ran through any and all reason for Boyd to be acting like that towards a fated mate. I mean, I even had a hard time overcoming the mate bond with Camreon. He was a complete asswipe, and I knew that from the start, but even I couldn’t resist the pull of the bond when he touched me, or even got close to me in those first few months. “He doesn’t feel the bond,” I concluded out loud, interrupting whatever my mates were talking about. “He can’t. That’s the only thing that makes sense. He’s not an Alp

I tapped my feet nervously on the ground as the silence between Mick and I stretched and I worried about why I was there. “I’m not going to punch you again,” Mick smirked, and just like that, those old feelings of annoyance towards him rose up inside of me. “Like I would fucking let you, asshole,” I growled. I winced, regretting the words as soon as they slipped out. I knew after what everyone told me that Mick was a big reason why I was saved. He stood up for me when his brother was on the verge of writing me off because of distrust. Mick called me family, according to everyone else, and I just called him an asshole. Mick didn’t look offended, to my relief. He just scoffed and smirked softly, sitting back in his chair and folding his hands in his lap. “That’s more like it. I thought you had lost all your fight. The douche gene disappeared with your balls at that resort.” “You wish,” I huffed. “I got bigger balls than you have ever had. What the hell did you call me here for? To

Rodger POVMy head was pounding. Cold coffee has been fueling me for the past few days as I sat in that disgusting room in the basement of the hotel, trying to make sense of the writings on the wall.“Here, boss,” Kai sat down a steaming cup of green tea in front of me. He cut off my coffee consumption for the day, but I needed something. Decaf green tea will have to work for now.“Thanks, Kai.”“Yup,” he stretched the back of his head, looking over the texts in the books I was studying. “Have you gotten any further?”“Not much,” I sighed. “These writings are not something I can just look up on Google. Scholars study for decades to even gain a minor understanding of what they could mean.”“So you have no idea what any of the writing on the walls says?”I pointed to a group of pictures that looked like stairs, random oval-like shapes, and then a human-like figure. “This is a symbol for a type of goddess. It appears the most together, so it was easier to find references too, but everyth

Laura POV“Hmm,” the tip of Mr. Smith's cane tapped lightly on the floor as he twirled it back and forth in his hands. His eyes were glowing eerily, the dark of his irises taking over all of his whites. “Seems we are running out of time,” he murmured, staring blankly out the dirty window.He called Jasper and I here, the only semblance of a house in the camp we're hiding at in the woods far from the pack. I was already upset at having to sleep in a tent like a rat for the past week. Now, it's like he is showing off that he's in the seat of power in the house, flaunting it to me. I haven't even washed my hair with real shampoo and deep conditioner in days, but he still looks clean and well-groomed."Running out of time for what, sir?" Jasper asked.Mr. Smith smirked. I could see his reflection in the glass of the window. "It's time to hold up to your end of the deal. Use your new mate to bring me the girl. Command him now."That sour taste of irritation burned my throat with the urge