Please leave a comment, review, or gems if you are enjoying this story.
“Dallas Henry,” he said with a smile. “We should get you cleaned up.” He added, motioning her in the direction of the main house. “I’m sure you have questions.” I nodded, but I spotted Charles and headed towards him. I wrapped my arms around him, ignoring the growling from behind me. I leaned up and kissed Charles on the cheek and hugged him again. “I can’t believe you are here,” I said, feeling my anxiety rising. Honestly, if I could cry I would have broken down, again. I noticed he was looking over my shoulder at Dallas, who was still growling under his breath. “We have so much to talk about, but I think Alpha Dallas would like to speak with you first. I promise you that I’m not going anywhere without you.” He leaned down and hugged me again. I closed my eyes and held onto him. He was my link to my past. But I knew I needed to wash up. And I’m sure holding him while I was naked was probably not comfortable for Dallas who was standing to my side. I glanced at him and
~~~ I could not believe my wolf. She was sitting in my head with a smug and satisfied look. “What the hell did you just do!” I demanded. “You claimed him!” I accused with a growl. “He is ours,” she wagged her tail and walked towards the back of my mind. “Alpha Dallas,” I gasped in fear if what just happened. “I- I-...” “Shush,” he whispered to my neck just above my mate mark. His voice sent an electric shock straight to my center. Molten heat pooled and I felt strange. I had fucked men and women as nothing more than a piece of meat for them but this man made me feel alive. I know part of what I felt was the mate bond. I tried to rationalize why he would complete the marking though we had not mated. I thought about what he said when we first met. He already knew about me and had accepted me as his mate. And now my wolf left me no choice. Dallas Henry was from this moment forward my mate. I felt his teeth and lips nip under my jaw as he worked his way to my mouth wher
~~~ Leesburg, Georgia The night before the trial Alpha Anthony Rossi sat in his private office looking at several reports. He was deep in thought reading the evidence his men gathered about a growing pack of rogue Were’s. It seemed a few wolves along with several cat breeds were hunting the northern states for Werebears and a rumored dragon. Anthony knew the whereabouts of a bear and a dragon. Three months ago, Colin Andrews along with Cullen Steiner had approached him with a request for sanctuary on his lands for two separate breeds of Weres. Jericho, a Werebear, along with his mate Josephine wanted to settle down and have kids. Bears are territorial and with so few shifting bears left, Jericho wanted a safe haven to start a family. He approached Colin who contacted Cullen. The trio sat down and looked at a map of the United States and Canada. They narrowed possible locations and contacted Anthony. In the end, he agreed for the couple to settle on his pack lands and made
Cullen paused mid-step and looked into Ivory’s eyes. “What is wrong, my love?” He said using their mate bond. He could tell she was concerned. Ivory leaned to her mate, interlocking her fingers with his as he led her out of the room. “I am not sure. But I saw Jerry give a woman a slight nod as if telling her something. It might not mean anything, but I have seen too many movies and TV shows not to say something.” Ivory conveyed the image of the redhead she spotted. “My love, there is nothing to be hesitant about. If you think or feel something is not right, it probably isn’t. You are my mate and Luna so I will always listen and trust your instincts.” Cullen kissed her knuckles as his eyes glazed over. Cullen didn’t need to look over his shoulder to know that three warriors were currently tracking the redhead and another two were instantly added to Alpha Jerry’s detail. Cullen had not lived as long as he had by not being prepared. Jerry had numerous charges and most likely
Cullen and Ivory were the last to leave the pole barn. Ivory who had been protected all of her life had never seen anything like Jerry’s death. She stood stoic, hiding her emotions, though Cullen would sense her unrest. Ivory interlocked her fingers and gave her mate a slight smile. “I’m okay,” she sighed softly. “I guess seeing torture and death in a movie didn’t prepare me for the true violence of what happened. I know he deserved far worse, but,” her voice trailed off.Cullen gave her the time she needed to get her thoughts together. He understood she was still very young and recovering from her own forced induction into womanhood. His hand tightened slightly, encouraging her to continue speaking. “I am here my love,
Lola Shaffer woke to the blip sound of a heart monitor. She lay on the bed with her eyes closed. The smell of disinfectant alerted her that was in a hospital and the pain in her chest told her that she was alive. “Shit,” she whispered sighed. After a deep inhale she decided that she wouldn't do that again. The pain in her chest skyrocketed. “Fuck,” she moaned as her eyes fluttered against the overhead light.“Try not to move around too much,” a male voice with an Australian accent sounded from across the room.Lola looked through slit eyes, discovering the source of the voice. The man was over six feet tall and had short-cropped black hair. He was tanned and she could see numerous tattoos along his forearms. When she took a longer look she could
“Do you have to go?” Hope Carson looked at him from across the room. Hope had just finished unpacking the last bag of groceries. They had been out of necessities for a day or two. She turned to face him, holding a bag of Cheetos in her hand.Walking to the kitchen table he grabbed a backpack. “I do.” He said, dumping several shirts on the chair next to the table. “Jade called for help. She never calls. It has to be big. I can’t say no.” Steven “Chappy” McGregor started rolling his shirts and shoving them in the bag.Hope let out a very audible sigh. “I understand.” She joined him and started to fold his jeans. He was not a tidy packer. “I suppose you have no idea of how long you will be gone.” There seemed to be an ache in her tone.“As long as it takes.” He said. “New York is a few day's ride.” Chappy knew flying was a danger to his deep cover.Hope reached across the table to a small baggie of marijuana and tucked it in the side pocket. Gaia had given her warrior
Hope CarsonParadise TexasHope pulled the 1968 Ford pickup truck into a parking lot. It was nearly three in the morning and she had been driving for nearly thirteen hours and was exhausted. She leaned her head to her hands which were still on the steering wheel. “Well, Jenna, what do you say to get a room?” She glanced sideways at the girl. “Or should I just jump in the back like we normally do?”Jenna could not feel heat or cold, not like Hope and the living. So it was not an issue for her. But the protection spell on the truck she could feel. “I think it wise we sleep in the truck until you find out where we are. I can’t see right now. There is a spirit fog here.”“The bed of the truck it is.” Hope pulled a hiker's backpack from the floorboard. Before she left California, Hope had installed a bed liner and protector just in case she needed to sleep in the truck. It had come in handy from time to time on long nights. And the trifold cover offered shade. As she lowered