The moon goddess hates Aida, or, so Aida believes. She is punishing her for still being alive. Aida admittedly is lost! Life hasn’t had any meaning since the tragedy of her beloved mother’s death when she was only twelve years of age. With her teenage years becoming rebellious, they resulted in her remaining family and pack, all but a few, rejecting her. After regrettably attacking her Luna, she is punished to enlist in the formidable and intensive training programme at the Royal Lycan Santos pack. Here, she soon realises that family doesn’t mean blood and she carves out a name for herself as a fast acting and determined fighter. But they don’t know her secret. She’s doesn’t care if she lives or dies. To her one thing is very clear, complete the training and then abandon her pack! Adjusting to Lycan life, she soon makes friends that become her world. Including Lance, a head trainer, who challenges yet protects Aida at every hurdle. But Lance has a secret of his own. Having spent so long losing her inner strength, finally Aida has something worth fighting for!View More
Trying to understand. I am covered in a large hoodie by his mother, donated by a lycan male. Lance doesn’t want me naked in front of other males and she is just as aware of this as I am. The crowd disperses and everyone goes back to their beds. His grip on my hips is strong as he walks me to his apartment. We are followed by Ricardo, Lorrel, Mav, Blake and Tucker. He growls as they enter his apartment, he wanted to claim me again through sex. “Knock it off Lance!” Lorrel orders at her son. “This is important!” She continues to glare at him. Her demeanour warming only as she turns to me. “Aida dear, would you put some clothes on and then come back out?” “Of course!” I do as requested by the Queen Lycan, keen to cover myself as well. Lance follows me into the bedroom, closing the door behind him. He pulls me gently as he sits down on the end of the bed. He places me on top of him, straddling him. He fists my hair, pulling my head back before running his tongue along my neck and ja
A traitor’s punishment. “Where is he?” I growl at Mav. This is out of character for Spike. Yes we’ve had issues in the past but to try and kill me with silver bullets is rather extreme, even for him. “He’s in the cells. Like I said, Lance is sorting it.” “Sorting what?” “Extracting information.” His eyes glaze over, probably informing Lance that I was awake. “Take me to him!” I command. “No Aida, you are to stay here.” “Axel is fighting for his life…I need to understand why, why this has happened.” I scream out in frustration to Mav. “Please…” I whimper out to him. “He’ll have my head!” He sighs out. “He won’t, I won’t let him!” I promise. I make it to the cells behind the training base’s courtyard which I had the pleasure of experiencing myself. It was now close to midnight. Mav refused to drive me or carry me. He said if I couldn’t walk it, I shouldn’t be going. He expected me to collapse on the ground half way but he underestimates the hell fire circulating in my stomach.
A protective lie. I hear Lance screaming for me as he runs towards me. Whoever fired the bullets has been tackled to the ground and restrained already. I’m in too much pain and covered in too much blood to make out who it is. I am struggling to focus on the scene in front of me. My eyes become blurry.“Aida…Aida stay with me!” Lance shouts as he cups my face. His voice seems far away. I resort to lip reading to make out what he is saying to me. “Axel….not me, Axel.” I croak out with the little strength I have left. Axel was still on top of me, suffocating my lungs, preventing me from taking deep breaths of oxygen. “Aida…..” Lance starts to gently tap my face to keep me awake but he is pulled off me so that medical help can attend to Axel and myself. Once Axel is removed from on top of me I take a deep breath of air to refill my lungs. Someone touches my bullet wound and the excruciating pain forces me to let out a high pitched scream. “She’s got one…” Someone says. “He’s got five
Six Silver Bullets. Lance’s grip on my hand is strong, possessive. He pulls me away from the car and through his guards into the stronghold of his apartment. He bolts the door behind us and pushes me up against the door. He starts to shift, teeth elongating and I can see in his eyes, just how desperate he is to mark me, for me to wear his mark, branding me claimed for all to see. His nose touches my inner neck and my legs give way by his seductive added growl. He catches me, his arms strengthening out to ensure I do not fall, never in his presence. “What did he want?” He seethes as he touches my hair and checks me for any remaining scent of Alpha Hansen, any place he might of touched me. “He said he mentioned a trade…” I decide to only tell him what Lance already knows. My father’s health is a threat to the pack if leaked inadvertently. “You are mine!” His wolf roars, cutting me off. He lifts me up, swooping my legs from under me and carries me like newlyweds into his bedroom. He
An alpha comes to visit. Senses training had slightly improved. We were now having to try and use our senses whilst under water. We were currently training in the swimming pool in the pack house tower rather than the murky swamp in the wooded part of the pack, near the top field. Blake was quieter than usual, she was clearly missing Trey and I could tell worried about Alpha Hansen attending a meeting with her cousins today. The distance between her and Trey was also affecting her training. The mate bond was playing tricks and she was struggling to concentrate on the task in hand. “Why don’t we go out this weekend?” I offer to her to cheer her up. “Really?” She beams at me, squeezing my arm with excitement as we step out of the pool. “Yes, I’ve not really been around have I? Plus I would like to spend more time with Nyah, perhaps she could join us.” “We could do the Italian, I doubt Lance will let you leave pack grounds so that might be our best shot!” She suggests tapping her fin
Dinner with the King and King’s Mother. “What should I wear?” I ask Lance as I search through my clothes. “Nothing.” He smirks from the bed. “Your mother has just seen me naked…unless you are happy for your brother to also see me naked?” I joke back at him. The possessive growl that leaves his chest makes me chuckle. “Didn’t think so!” He climbs to the end of the bed and pulls me from behind, pulling me back into bed. “You look stunning in anything. Less clothes talk, more sex talk.” He wiggles his eyebrows at me which causes me to chuckle again. “Well I can think of something that uses my mouth but not for talking…” I tease at him. “Hhmm I’ll have to hold you to that later…” He starts to kiss my neck. “…but Axel is here!” He sighs. “Be nice!” I demand before I climb off the bed and start to get dressed. …..“More potatoes Aida?” Queen Lorrel offers to me from across the table. The royal palace was huge. It had an amazing entrance hall with a large staircase that had been
Just you and me. I’m still in wet clothes but I am wrapped in a towel and standing in the middle of the front room. Hong and Axel have both removed their clothes and are wearing towels wrapped around their waists, showing their pecks and six packs. They don’t know it, and I won’t tell them, but their lack of clothing is making me uncomfortable. To them, it’s normal…shifting in groups means seeing each other all the time but I’m not used to that still. My flashbacks are still playing tricks on me and I’m standing in the middle of the room so that I can see any attempt to close in on me from each and every angle. They have numerous of times pleaded with me to sit down, to rest. But they don’t understand that I’ve gone into survivor mode. Axel tries to reach for me again but I flinch from his touch and stand watching him, my wolf coming forward. “Aida it’s me, I’d never hurt you.” Axel frowns, concerned about my current mental state. I wrap the towel tighter around me, desperate for th
Silver swords and machine guns. We left Mav, Colette and Rayna to bond as a family. Mav was going to take some time off to help Colette recover and spend time with their new addition. With Colette being human she would take around six weeks to recover post-partum and she would need some extra hands. They planned for Mav to stay for the first week and then tell her parents that he had been called away…they were of course human and had no idea of the secret life Colette lives. Luckily they didn’t live close and wouldn’t visit often, meaning there was a low chance of the baby showing…if any, signs of being a Lycan. Lance was eager to return back to the royal pack lands and get a better understanding of the fall out from the rebel attack. From what I could gather, the royal guards managed to capture rebels and were questioning them for information. Lance said questioning and he’s sweet if he thinks I am that naive, but I grew up hearing of the lycan torture techniques and I didn’t expec
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