Amelia is on her feet before I can even register what’s going on. Just then a guy in a maroon tux appears in the doorway.
“Amelia hurry! It’s Jennifer!” he shouts, his features a mix of anger and fear. I immediately stand up. Has something happened to one of Amelia’s friends?
“I’m sorry, I have to handle this,” she tells me and before I can even blink she’s gone back into the hall. I wish she had waited for me, but I can tell this was an emergency.
I follow her scent and find her on the floor tending to a young woman while the guests surround them. The poor girl looks sickly pale, and her heartbeat is dangerously slow.
“What happened?” Amelia asks looking at a young man who looks scared shitless.
“I…I rejected her…” he says quietly, looking down in shame. Several people around him gasp, but I’m surprised when a number of them growl furiously in his direction. I mean, rejection is a dick thing to do, but it’s his choice.
“Silence!” she
Can expect more Marcus POVs moving forward! Who is the better duo? Amelia and Zara or Marcus and Ace?
Last night was the worst night sleep I have ever had. Well, I guess I can only say that if I actually slept, which I didn’t. How did the best night of my life turn into the worst so quickly? Over the years I’ve heard all the derogatory and condescending comments about me being an Alpha and I’ve taken them all in stride. But having to hear them come from my own soulmate; the person made for me; the person who was meant to love and support me unconditionally was like being cut open with a silver blade. Every word he spoke cut deeper and deeper. When he disrespected me so blatantly in front of not just my pack but several other packs as well it took all my self-control not to put him in his place. But I didn’t want people to see me being so affected by his words. Zara was devastated. Watching and hearing her whimper in my mind while our own soulmate degraded us broke my heart. I have no idea what today will bring. I know I have a lot of things I need to handle, so I’ll focus on those a
After I finish my meeting with Alpha Lucas I leave the packhouse and drive to Jennifer’s house to check in with the nurse on duty to see how she’s doing. I felt some relief when I saw colour in her cheeks and heard a steady heartbeat. The nurse informed me Jennifer had woken up a couple hours ago but became distressed and was in physical pain, so she was sedated again. The nurses' alternating shifts may have to do this over the next few days. I know when she comes to, she and her wolf spirit will have to process this, but hopefully, by then my plans to repair the situation will be in effect. Once that’s done I check in on a few of the local businesses to see how things are doing around town. Most packs really are just their own isolated town or village unless you’re the kind of pack that is more rustic and lives off the land. So think of an Alpha as like the mayor, it comes with a lot of responsibilities. I’m so proud of our pack, we are a thriving little metropolis
I’m still smiling and shaking my head as I resume going through the mail, stopping on a white envelope with my name scrawled on the front. Just what I need today, another letter from my invisible enemy. Before I even open it I link Chris and Vitali to come to my office. I tell Tyson there’s another letter and that I’ll fill him in later. Looking over I see Chris excuse himself from Marcus and quickly shoot out of his chair and rush over to me. I nod for him to go on ahead while my eyes linger on the eyes of my animai. Those beautiful eyes that I got lost in last night, eyes that for a short time held so much adoration for me. How quickly they had turned into something harsh and hurtful. Now their forest depths look at me with confusion and a great deal of concern. His concern makes my heart skip a beat. He stands up as if to come over, but I shake my head. I mouth ‘later’, and he looks torn and frustrated on what to do but ultimately he nods in agreement. I have to handle th
Last night was by far the worst fucking night of my life. I couldn’t rest, I couldn’t sleep, I just wanted to run and find Amelia, taste her delicate lips, feel her curvy body under me and make sure she didn’t hate me. I know we have some issues to handle and some strong differences in opinion, but I still fucking want her. She’s mine. She was meant for me. Instead of just calmly talking to her I insulted her, and the guilt is eating away at me. It also doesn’t help that Ace spent all night calling me names, some of which were very creative. Didn’t know my wolf had such an extensive vocabulary. I’d be impressed if it weren’t the fact it was directed at me. First thing in the morning I had Jasper tell me where the Alpha suite was. I ran to go and talk to Amelia and try and sort this out, but I nearly lost my shit when I found some mangy little shit stain making a move on my woman. Ace wanted to rip his throat out and I was all for it, but I don’t think that would have
I slump into my chair with my head in my hands. Meeting your animai isn’t supposed to be this much work. Everyone I know who’s mated with theirs did not have to go through this shit. I feel like the Gods are punishing me. “So, have you apologised to your animai yet?” I hear Jasper’s voice to my left. I groan and rest my forehead on the table. “What did you say to her this time?” he asks, and I can hear the irritation in his voice. “She thinks I hate her, but I told her I don’t,” I mumble into the table. “I detect a ‘but’,” he says. “I… told her I hate that she’s an Alpha,” I say flinching, waiting for him to blow up at me, not that it’s any of his business. I hear his slow hard breath through his nose. He’s mad. “What in the name of the Goddess compelled you to say that to her? Are you intentionally being a fucking asshole? At this point if she rejects you or even kills you I’m going to pardon it, I’ll call it justifiable homicide,” he says fe
Forest eyes look up at me and the first thing I notice is the glassy sheen to them. Was Marcus crying? He doesn’t look like the type who cries. He seems more the type to mock a man for crying and telling them to ‘stop acting like a girl.’ “Is everything okay in here?” I ask softly. “Yeah, everything is fine,” Marcus says quickly getting to his feet. My eyes have a mind of their own and quickly rake themselves over his body and I know they can hear the way my heart picked up a little because Marcus is smirking, and Jasper looks smug. I calm myself and get my heart back into a steady rhythm noting Marcus’s surprise. “I said we’d talk later and now it’s later. So I was wondering if you’d like to join me for a walk?” I ask. Marcus opens his mouth to speak but Jasper beats him to it. “Marcus would love to go for a walk with you,” he says cheerfully. I chuckle. “Surely your Beta can speak for himself, Jazz,” I tease, again noting Marcus’ sur
The rest of yesterday went surprisingly well. Marcus and I didn’t spend too much time together – mostly because I was busy – but the time we did spend together was decent. We kept the Alpha topic off the table for the time being. A silent decision made in order to keep the peace. It didn’t stop things from being awkward, but it at least prevented another fight. Arguing, fighting; these things have never bothered me. But doing them with the person made for you by the Gods themselves is not just painful, it’s draining. It’s like having your very soul tied to a stake and whipped over and over again until it ceases to exist. I wonder what Goddess Zarseti was thinking when she created the magic behind animais. To make their bodies, minds and souls be so dependent on each other. To make them so vital to each other. Did she think people would be less likely to fight their crueller instincts and prejudice if the bond tying them to another was all-consuming? If so, that does make som
Once everyone had finished their laps and removed their weights, we all gathered at the obstacle course. On the way, I pick up my water canister and take a long sip of the cooling water, which tastes bitter for some reason. Did I not wash the canister? Oops. I put the bottle down and join everyone, eager to see what Tyson has set up. He has something under a cloth, but I can’t make out what it is. “So, how does this work?” Jasper asks coming up beside me. “A year back Tyson’s father, Gamma James, began implementing obstacle courses to better test and push our reflexes. The results proved beneficial, so it became a regular part of training. Recently James began introducing courses that tested and trained our senses. Tyson and I loved this, so we decided to mix it into regular training,” I explain to him. He smiles listening intently. “That’s absolutely brilliant. Wish I’d thought of that. No hard feelings if I steal your ideas,” he teases with a wink.