Yup, I went and did it again. Maybe I need a therapist. Training with Amelia’s pack was actually fun and enlightening. Jasper and I were linking the whole time, throwing ideas back and forth on how we can implement some of their ideas into our own training regime. Seriously, the whole obstacle course and sensory training is a brilliant idea. Mei - who I now know to be Delta Chris’s animai - had Jasper and me floored. I’ve never seen anyone move that fast, I’m still not sure what species she is, and the curiosity is killing me. I was thinking sanguidae, but her eyes would have given her away.
Watching Amelia get those balls thrown at her was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. Ace and I were on edge the entire time worried she was going to get hurt and each time she wasn’t we beamed with pride for our animai. But the times she got hit it took every ounce of willpower not to run up to her and pull her in my arms and kiss every spot where a ball dare mark her beautiful sk
We were just about to fill Amelia in on everything that happened yesterday when her asshole of an animai storms in with Alpha Jasper behind him. I swear he’s asking to get his ass kicked. Tyson is standing to the left of Amelia’s desk with me and Chris on the right and each of us is instantly defensive. Amelia doesn’t need this shit right now. She nearly fucking died and even though she’s up and smiling I can see she’s not completely back to normal. Her colour is missing its natural glow and is still paler than normal. Even her eyes look tired despite all the sleep she got. Alpha Jasper must notice because he’s scanning Amelia over with his face full of concern. I like him, he’s handsome too. He’s 6’5” with a completely shaved head – which suits him – intense dark brown eyes and a sexy goatee. His warm, ebony skin is bulging with muscles. Not overly muscular, but enough to make you drool. He’s dressed in black jeans, sneakers and a short-sleeve beige button-down shir
The last few days have been the hardest days of my life. I did my best to stay away when Jasper and Marcus were leaving. I knew watching Marcus leave would be more pain than I could bear right now. I know I’m doing the right thing, but the right thing doesn’t always feel good. Since he left every day has been harder than the last. I try to focus on what I need to do and bury the hurt, but nothing lessens it. All I can do is stop it from showing on my face, but at night I let the tears out.Every night I’ve cried myself to sleep, letting myself feel the icy cold that has latched itself around my heart and the empty space inside me where the other half of my soul was meant to be. If this is how I feel now I can’t even fathom what rejection will feel like, no wonder it kills some wolves. Honestly, I think death is the Goddess' way of sparing us a lifetime of pain without our soulmates, in which case I think she deserves a thank you.To keep me busy
While I wasn’t able to salvage my bond with my own animai, at least I could help fix someone else's. Truthfully, I think Landry and Jennifer will make a cute couple. Just because I’m miserable doesn’t mean everyone else deserves to be. While I have bitter moments, I have to admit helping Landry fix his bond did make me feel a little better. But with that distraction over with I now need a new one. So with that in mind, I make my way back to the packhouse. Once inside I tie my hair up in a bun, roll up the sleeves on my flannel shirt and make my way to the laundry room. I grab a bunch of cleaning supplies and make my way to the staircase. I drop to my knees, line up the products and get to work cleaning the stairs, making sure to give extra attention to the banister and the wooden fixtures of the railing. Time and thoughts float away as I just focus on the task at hand. “Amelia… I didn’t know things were that bad,” comes a sad voice. I look up at the top of th
Iwant to die. It’s been nearly a week since Amelia kicked me out of her pack with promises of rejection and each day kills me a little more. Ace has completely stopped talking to me, I haven’t even been able to shift – not that I want to. I’m in a total state of apathy, I just don’t give two fucks about anything, how can I? Everyone was right, I never took the time to understand Amelia, I didn’t even really try. I just kept making one dumb assumption after another and look where it got me. My animai, the person chosen for me by a higher power, nearly died and I didn’t even know about it, and if that wasn’t bad enough, I tore her down while she was recovering from a near-death experience. No one can hate me more than I hate myself right now, it’s just not humanly or supernaturally possible. When her Beta told us what had happened and I realised just how badly I fucked up, I broke down. I sobbed like a little baby. I felt like a piece of me was dying and it was m
Jasper, Calix, and Aiden appear in record time looking around fully alert until their eyes settle on Davina. Their expressions morph into anger and contempt. “What the hell is going on here?” Jasper demands. “I woke up and found this crazy bitch in my room stroking my dick like it was a fucking genie’s lamp,” I spit, my eyes never leaving her. I don’t trust her for a second. Angry growls erupt from the guys, but Jasper is the most livid as his dark brown eyes start to glow. “You were forbidden from ever returning to the packhouse, Davina, now not only did you return, but you broke into your Beta’s room and sexually assaulted him?!” he growls at her causing the floor and walls around us to shake. Wait, did he just say, ‘sexual assault’? I wouldn’t call this sexual assault… would I? “WHAT?!” she screams. “I didn’t assault anyone! How can you even say that? I love Marcus, I was just showing him how much I love him and making him happy,” she decla
As I start to wake up I am painfully aware of the thudding in my head. Yeah, I definitely drank far too much last night. If I had been drinking human booze I’d be waking up like nothing ever happened. But Tezus liquor will knock you on your Gods damn ass, and that’s definitely what it’s done to me. Come to think of it I should be feeling better by now. I had stopped drinking after I found out what happened to Marcus… Oh Goddess, Marcus. Some filthy she-wolf laid her hands on my animai. I have no idea who she is, but I promise the Gods she’s a dead woman if I ever see her. I knew they were telling me the truth; Jasper would never lie to me and Marcus… I saw the shame on his face. It hurt me to see it. I know it resulted in my pain and originally I thought he was doing it on purpose but learning the truth… I’m not sure what would be worse; thinking my animai was with another or knowing someone was sexually assaulting him. There isn’t a winning scenario here. They both
“So I think that’s settled. We’ll build the new homes on the west side of the territory,” I say while pointing to the map laid out on my desk. “But we’ll have the trees transplanted to the east side instead of completely cutting them down,” I say as I wipe a hand over my forehead feeling a couple drops of sweat. I’ve been feeling hotter by the hour. “When should we get things started?” Chris asks. “I think we can start construction this month. All the leg work has been done, now it’s just a matter of implementing it,” I say. “The new couples are going to love this,” Vitali says proudly. It’s very common when a mutolupus finds their animai that they move out and get a place of their own. With so many newly mated and marked couples, and therefore new additions to the pack, we had to start expanding and building new cottages, which is easy. It was finding which plot of land on the territory was the most suitable that was the issue. Not to mention land an
As I finally make it to the pack hospital, I notice I’m dripping blood through the corridor, but not much I can do about that. I follow Chris’ saltwater taffy scent and before I make it to the room I can hear his screams of pain. Using the wall for support, I make my way into his room and see Doctor Richard looking down at Chris with a pale, horrified expression; Vitali is watching in anguish and nurses are hovering in the doorway unsure what to do. “Why the fuck aren’t you helping him?” I grit as I enter the room. “Amelia, I’ve told you, you have to get to the bunker,” Vitali says with worry as he comes over to me but doesn’t touch me. “I’m not leaving while Chris is like this!” I shout at him. I glare at Doctor Richards. “Why are you just standing there?” I demand. “Alpha, I… I can’t help him,” he says in a pained voice; my chest tightening at his words. “What do you mean you ‘can’t help him’?” I question as I grip onto a nearby trolley, gri