ELLA“Do you mind unlocking the door?” Sophie yells from under the bar where she is quickly trying to repair some plumbing under the ice machine. “Wrap it with duct tape,” I yell back at her as I flip the lock on the door. “It should hold for the night.”The front door swings open and my Dark God graces the doorway. He gives me a small smirk as he brushes past me. “You will be waiting on me tonight,” his husky voice growls in my ear as he walks to his normal table in the corner. “I work behind the bar,” I yell at him, setting my hands on my hips. “If you want me to serve you, you will have to come to me.”His growl echoes through the bar at my response. Everyone else freezes in their place, except me. I turn and stick my tongue out at him and continue to behind the bar. Sophie jumps up and slams her head on the side of the bar and she immediately starts bleeding.“Shit,” she says as she falls backwards onto her bottom. “Soph!” I exclaim as I rush to her side, pushing a towel
ELLAPulling up in front of the cabin, my body begins to feel weird. It is a feeling that I have never experienced before. It is like a painful pulse is radiating from my heart. Getting out of the truck I make my way to the cabin when the pulse quickens and becomes more painful. Taking a few more steps I fall to the ground. The pulse is consuming my body with fire. Everything burns. The sound of a woman screaming fills my head and I don’t realize that the scream is coming from me until Grandma and Gramps are at my side. Carrying me bridal style, Gramps brings me into the cabin mumbling about unfaithful Lycans and how he’s going to find a gun. I can barely understand what he is staying because the pain coursing through my body is all consuming. He gently lays me on the bed, the waves of pain slowly subside, but then waves of nausea take its place. Rushing to my feet I run across the cabin and into the bathroom. I make it to the toilet just in time, throwing up the contents
EREBUS A knock on my door wakes me up. “Go away,” I yell pulling the covers over my head. Instead of going away the knocking gets louder, until whoever it is walks in without permission. Assuming that it is my brother or my mother, I just growl loudly hoping they leave. The blankets are roughly pulled off my body and faster than they can think, I grab them around the throat and slam them up against the wall. My Beta, Boris raises his hands in defeat. “It’s just me,” he gasps as my hand still remains tightened around his neck. Dropping him to the ground, I pace back to my bed and drop down on the mattress. “Why are you here so early on a Sunday?” “You are the one that called me on a Saturday night,” he reminds me. Propping myself up on my elbows, I shrug my shoulders. “What did you find out then?” Sitting himself down on chair in front of my fireplace he pulls out a file from his jacket. “Walter Nash, 79 years old. Ex Hunter. Stopped hunting about ten years ago.
EREBUSStanding on the front porch of the small cabin I absentmindedly wipe my hands on my pants. I have never had sweaty palms in my whole life and here I am standing in front of a cabin that is no more than a shack sweating my balls off. Raising my hand to knock on the door it flies open before I get the chance. An elderly, but large man is standing in the doorway with a very large shotgun pointed at my head. Instinctively I growl loudly and the sound echoes off the trees surrounding the forest. The man enveloping the doorway does not flinch against my anger, he only cocks the shotgun in response. Only a hunter would be brave enough to stand against me. “Walter Nash, I assume?” I cannot suppress the smirk that crosses my lips as the man tightens his arms around the gun. “You look just like your father,” he grunts not lowering the gun. A tiny woman runs to the door and shoves Walter to the side pushing the gun away from my face. A shot rings out just above my head an
ELLA“If you think we are done talking about last night you are mistaken,” I yell after his disappearing form. If he thinks I am going to be so forgiving he has lost his mind. Still, I run my thumb over my lips that are still tingling from the kiss. In this moment I know that no matter what my mind says, I am a goner. No matter where I go or how much I try to fight it, I will come back to him. I want Erebus Lyall, the fucking Lycan King. “Shit,” I say, growling loudly in the night not wanting to admit the truth to myself yet. Gramps’s voice rings through the night, “language, Young Lady.”Turning on my heels, I stare at him through the darkness. “Oh you haven’t heard any language yet.” Stomping into the cabin I glare at them both. “Both of you will tell me the truth… now.”Grandma Grace stands to object, but Gramps places his hand on her head and pushes her back down in her seat. “It is time she knows,” he grunts as he leans against the fireplace.“Ten years ago witch came
ELLA Stepping into Alec’s apartment a small wave of panic rushes over me. It is a small studio with only a kitchenette and a small bathroom that is only blocked off by a single wall. There isn’t much in the way of furniture. Just a queen-sized bed with a mattress that looks to be about thirty years old and a small table with a single chair. Despite the condition of the furniture, the apartment is surprisingly neat and tidy. “I shouldn’t have called you,” I say as I glance around the apartment one more time. “I will be a burden.” Turning I try to make my way to the door to leave, but Alec grabs me by the arm and pulls me back. I slam into his chest and a wave of embarrassment rushes to my cheeks. Dropping my arm, Alec takes several steps back from me and scratches the back of his neck nervously. “You won’t be a burden,” he says but he refuses to meet my gaze. “I’ll sleep on the floor.” Smacking him on the shoulder, he gives me a fake grimace like he is hurt. “You will
EREBUS Laying on my back in my bed I look up at the ceiling and cannot help but smile thinking about the Little Vixen that is my mate. She is not what I expected my mate to be. Growing up I had dreamt of the mate bond, prayed for it even. I knew that my mate would be strong, confident, caring, and above a lady that would set a fine example for my kingdom. My Little Vixen is a lot of those things, but she is most certainly not a lady, or does not appear to be one on the outside. Tattoos of strange symbols cover her arms and back. Her long black hair is striped with different bright colors daily. Ella has no issues showing a little bit of skin and wearing tight clothing, showing off her voluptuous curves. She is not what I expected but deep down I know she is exactly what I need. My life has not been carefree since... ever. Always being in the public eye, heir to the Lycan throne, I had to be on my best behavior. Sure I have taken many women into my bed over the years, but
ELLAI cannot help but feel a since of sadness as I leave Alec's apartment. I just lost the first friend I made here in Colorado, and it was all my fault. I wanted to hurt Erebus like he hurt me, I am an awful person for using Alec the way I did. “You are literally the worst,” Lily growls at me.Wrapping my coat around myself I shiver against the night air that is chilling me to the bone. Looking up into the sky I watch the big snowflakes fall from the dark sky like stars falling from the night. Letting out a frustrated sigh, I walk down the dark empty streets in the direction of the Wolf's Den Bar. "Hey pretty lady," a growl comes from behind me as I make my way up the street. Keeping my head down, I try to ignore the footsteps that are quickly approaching me from behind. "Hey!" The voice growls again. "I am talking to you.""Not interested buddy," I say over my shoulder, and I get a good look at the man coming up from behind me. His scent hits my nose and I spit out the