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21. Nikolai
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A Damaged Alpha 22. Genevieve
My vision replayed, just the same as every night. Nikolai approaches a shaggy brown-haired woman with a wide, crazed smile. There looked to be floorboards but that was about it. There was so little to go off. I didn’t know if this woman was an enemy or friend. Even a lover. Although Priya growled so sharply at that sleepy thought that I woke up with a start, squinting at the sunlight with a groan.“Good timing, we’re here. Freshen up in this village then we’re on foot.”Skye was just as tense as yesterday, except now he had dark circles under his eyes from driving all night. His skin was goose pimpled with cold from the morning air as I unfurled myself like a cat from underneath a blanket.“Morning, how are you?”“Ready to head home.”He remained as chatty as ever. “Look, Luna Helena picked you, she said to ask for you so there must be a reason.”When he said nothing again, I couldn’t help muttering, “must have been for the thrilling conversations she knew we’d have.”He slammed his h
A Damaged Alpha 23. Genevieve
“I’ve told you already I’m not a princess,” I muttered through gritted teeth.His hand ran through the length of my ponytail making me curse my body’s instant reaction. The sensation of his fingers threading through my blonde locks had me pushing my thighs together. I’ve got to keep a clear head. I can’t just give in to that magnetic, screw-me-til-I-pass-out connection we share.“I would call flouncing out of the castle, knowing a killer is out there without telling me the fucking definition of princess.”Surrounded by trees and a narrow trail path there was no sign of anyone. I should be looking for Skye but instead I’m here.Spinning round, fuelled by irritation. “Hey don’t you dare give me grief for vanishing!” I gasped as he placed a thick, strong arm either side of me, pinning me between him and the bonnet of the grey truck.Covered by only a black t-shirt I could see every bit of rippling strength along with arms and shoulders. His black eyes were steady, intensely focused on
A Damaged Alpha 24. Genevieve
These brief moments are what make us whole. Except as I float to earth I realise Nikolai has pulled out and released onto the leafy forest floor. He also never called me Vee. /Does that mean it was a mistake in the cell?/ Priya wondered as I tried to stop myself from falling over.Legs still shaking, leaning up on my elbows on the bonnet I feel him gently tug my black panties and jeans back to where they belong. My ass is stinging and fiery hot where the pink skin still tingles. I want affection after the heat. It’s not enough to just lose my mind with him anymore.“What’s going on here Nikolai?” I huffed. Redressed, I reached out for his hand. Except he swiped his away, pocketed into his jeans. He might as well have slapped my face as I bit my lips between my teeth and tried to fight the pulsing humiliation. My face flushed red anyway, frustration causing me to get snappy real quick. “What is your problem?”“I don’t have one, you’re the one confusing the situation,” snapping back,
A Damaged Alpha 25. Nikolai
Pulling up into the castle in the creaking, rattling truck I was ratty as hell. I’d been gone two days, hadn’t slept and felt like shit. The instant I had heard about Genevieve heading out to that hellhole of a territory I’d jumped onto my bike. I’d ridden through the night to get to her, not a question in my mind that it was the right thing to do. I don’t know how Talon knew but we just…drove. I tried not to doubt him as he guided me further north, well beyond where we had ever explored before. Yet he found her. Hidden from view my breath caught as I observed her running back to the truck. Bold as brass, looking stunning in that all-black clingy outfit as she ran down the hill. I could not help a stirring of jealousy. Those curves were not Skye’s to admire. There’s some serious power to this mate bond nonsense. /So stop ignoring it/ Talon grumbled but he knows better than to push my buttons right now. He’s in serious shit for the amount of destruction he’s caused. The bond was li
A Damaged Alpha 26. Genevieve
Waking in my old room was a bizarre experience. Like time had reversed, I expected to hear Cillian banging the packhouse door as he left for a run. Or the sound of my parents laughing as they headed into the study after breakfast. Instead I got silence. I had arrived in the dead of night. Cillain, Alpha Cillian now, was absent. So my arrival back home started with being surrounded and almost attacked as a pack of Beta Guards surrounded my motorbike. After flashing a torch in my face a grizzled, tired-looking Beta Kharkov smiled and called out to the snarling forms surrounding my bike, “it’s just Gen!” a sense of home washed over me. I was always Gen here. It wasn’t the same thrill as being Vee, but Genevieve is way too formal. Heading down the stairs there were new faces in the kitchen. No sign of Matilda, so I grabbed a coffee and went to find some information. What I found was a porch rocking chair and the spectacle of seeing Beta’s Kharkov and Jackson schooling Franz and Zeke i
A Damaged Alpha 27. Genevieve
Two nights passed, there wasn’t much I could do whilst waiting for Cillian to return. Priya constantly pushed and urged me to return to White Forest. I found myself packing a bag but pushed it away in frustration. I need to live without him. To go running back after a couple of days, I knew exactly what would happen. One hit of that spicy scent and I’d lose my mind. All that willpower I’m kidding myself about would vanish. My panties would hit the floor faster than the rucksack at one dirty look from my mate. /Why is that such a bad thing?/ she whined, filling my brain with memories of the cell. How the exquisitely rough, desperate screwing against the stone wall had softened. I hated that my wolf exploited the moments I loved the most. The way he suddenly became so tender in the darkness. His touch was soft yet still dominating every second of pleasure causing me to snap in an entirely different way. That was the point where my heart was truly lost to him. I might have been able t
A Damaged Alpha 28. Genevieve
The dark wooden corridors of the Cragstone Packhouse were claustrophobic rather than comforting. Even so, the idea of returning back to White Forest made me nervous. I wondered if the suspect Nikolai arrested had even survived the journey back without his wolf killing him. /We were wrong about who hurt poor Skye, do not always think the worst of him! We hurt him when we doubt!/ Priya cried. There is no doubt in her heart that Nikolais wolf is some kind of misunderstood saint. It is incredibly annoying. This will be my third night away from him. I’m doing everything I can not to think of him. And failing miserably. It doesn’t help that my mark prickles and burns, as if he was right there licking or tickling it. It sends waves of heat between my legs as I try to pretend he isn’t everything I want. Instead I run a hot bath, focus on my breathing and try to relax. Surrounded by a stupid amount of candles, their cloyingly perfumed scent already irritating my nose I settled into the tub
A Damaged Alpha 29. Nikolai
I don’t know what I was thinking. Coming to Shadowlands knowing they all despise me. Then I discover Genevieve is still no safer. At least Cillian’s Beta Warriors stopped the assassin well before her room, which is a damn site better than my men managed. That little fucker Zeke though. He thought he caught me, had the jump on me when he triumphantly pushed me against a tree and snapped the cuffs. He has no idea how much I was restraining Talon from just ripping out his throat on the spot. I was showing cooperation and that little prick thought he had won a war. All so I didn't let her down. I recognised Beta Jackson from the funeral, the one who embraced Genevieve in her distress. We do not hurt this man, I commanded Talon internally. No matter what happens, he is untouchable. /Fine, but not this brown haired moron/ Talon growled in return. I was simply following her scent. The bike had been pulled up at the abandoned grey bunker of a building a mile outside the packhouse. Even f
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