This is bad. This is so very bad. You see, my parents balance each other out very nicely. My dad is rational, level-headed, and thinks before he acts; which he passed on to me. My mum on the other hand can be pretty volatile, something she also passed on to me I think. Oh, for the most part, she’s charming, delightful, and upbeat. But upset her in any way and you’re up shit creek without a paddle. As I’ve mentioned my mum is a picture of elegance when she dresses, and usually, she sticks to more natural tones – maroon being her favourite. But anyone who knows my mum knows that when she wants to interrogate or intimidate someone she pulls out all-black attire. So Vitali telling me my mum is in the Alpha suite all in black with my animai who she recently sucker punched has sirens in my head screaming ‘mayday.’ “Babe, just how fucked am I right now?” Comes Marcus’ voice in my mind. “I won’t lie, it’s not good. But I’ll be there in a second.” True to my word, I zip out of the Beta sui
Lunch was actually great after that little debacle. Mum was her usual charming self and she and Marcus were quickly getting along. I can see dad already viewing Marcus as the son he never had. I don’t say that bitterly, I know my father has never for a moment wished he had a son, he loves me unconditionally. Marcus talked about his pack, his family and even his first shift. It was one of the best lunches I’ve ever had. I can only hope it goes smoothly when he meets my grandparents, or when I meet his parents. I fear his mother and I are going to clash like oil and water. After lunch, we make our way downstairs hand in hand and as cliché, as it sounds, I feel like I’m walking on air. “That went a lot better than I expected it to,” Marcus says. “If that was considered better I hate to think what you actually expected.” “More punches, that’s for sure. Your dad seemed to like me,” he beams proudly. “Dad definitely likes you,” I smile. “He liked the way you stood up for me and us, he
Ace is acting like the cat that got the cream since he and Zara mated – multiple times. “Hey! Do not call me a cat, that’s racist!” He shouts indignantly. “Calm down, Cujo, it was just an expression,” I say rolling my eyes. He gasps, “Now you’re calling me a rabid dog, the insults just keep coming.” Believe it or not, this is Ace in a good mood. Damn wolf is practically floating on air, and I know the feeling. Being connected to Amelia and Zara is incredible. I’m thrilled I get to talk to her wolf now and Ace can talk to Amelia. Naturally, his first topic of conversation with her was throwing me under the bus. My wolf is such an asshole. “Do not say it takes one to know one!” I exclaim cutting Ace off before he can speak. He’s quick to clamp his muzzle shut. Yeah, I know him too well. We’re returning to the packhouse when suddenly we feel panic radiating out of Amelia as Zara comes to a standstill. Ace nudges her shoulder letting out a whine of concern. Something has happened.
I am greeted by Caleb as I enter the cells. He nods solemnly as I sign the logbook. As usual, news travels fast. “Gamma Tyson has the prisoner in interrogation room one,” he tells me. I nod and make my way down the hall until I get to the hallway that houses the interrogation rooms. I see Tatiana standing guard outside room one on the right-hand side. She gives me a quick nod and opens the door for me. I nod and step inside. It’s a small white square room with a reinforced titanium table in the middle that is bolted to the floor with a chair on either side facing each other, which are also bolted to the floor. There’s a two-way mirror that runs the length of the wall on the right-hand side. On the other side of the mirror is the observation room, but we won’t be needing that today. The only source of light in this room is a single lightbulb in the ceiling, which isn’t overly bright, but the white walls make it seem brighter. But with wolf eyesight, it could be pitch black and we’d se
Leaving Amelia didn’t feel right, it felt wrong as fuck. But I could feel that she needed to handle this without me, so I reluctantly gave her space. That doesn’t mean I’m not tuned into her emotions though. Never been more grateful for our bond than I am right now. Walking into the packhouse the atmosphere is desolate. There are pack members scattered around consoling each other; some are angry, some are sobbing; just a mix of emotions that I completely understand. Losing a pack member is never easy. Packs are tight-knit; it’s how we thrive and survive. A wolf needs a pack, so losing a member of our pack hits us all hard. I didn’t know the guy, but his death has affected even me. I feel angry that someone could do that to him. Just thinking of how painful his death must have been has me grinding my molars together. Looking around at all the despondent faces cuts right through me. I want… no, I need to help these people. I can’t explain it, but I feel protective of them. “Really? Y
“What happened?” Asks Elias quickly, I can hear the panic in his voice. “She’s bleeding!” Her mother gasps rushing over to try and take her out of my arms. I tighten my grip and can’t and don’t bother to stop the growl that erupts from me. No one and I mean fucking no one, is taking her out of my arms. Her mother steps back in surprise, but she’s not afraid, which isn’t shocking. “It’s not her blood,” I state firmly. “She was interrogating your Beta’s son,” I say looking at Elias. “I guess she got the answers she needed because when I went in she was beating him half to death. But after the state your dead warrior was left in, I can’t say the little fucker didn’t have it coming,” I deadpan, defending my animai – just in case they disapprove of her actions. I won’t say they didn’t shock the fucking shit out of me, but I don’t disapprove. As Alpha, these are the kind of things that fall on your shoulders. She hasn’t done anything wrong, at least not by supernatural standards. Humans m
I help her into the tub and step in behind her. I grab her loofa and I take my time washing her body, being gentle with my movements.I just realise my woman gave me a killer fucking blowjob while she was covered in blood like the mastermind behind a massacre, and if I’m being honest there was a part of me that was more turned on for it. Maybe that’s sick, but what the fuck ever.“Amelia?” I call her name, getting her attention.“Hmm?” She hums.“You don’t have to tell me, but I wanted to ask what happened in the cells.” Her body stiffens and I feel her become nervous. Hold up, nervous? She’s nervous? Somehow nervous and Amelia just don’t go together. “Baby, listen to me. I’m not disgusted or scared of what I saw, I’m just worried about you. What I felt coming from you… I can’t describe it. I just want to understand,” I say while pulling her against me. I grab a washcloth and gingerly clean the blood off her beautiful face.She sighs relaxing into my touch. “I never wanted you to see
It felt nice to just let it all out knowing Marcus was there to comfort me. I didn’t realise how much I’d needed that in my life; how much I’d needed him. Marcus is kind, loving, patient, and protective and he loves me. Experiencing him like this makes it hard to believe he was ever the man who tried to put me down for being an Alpha, but I’ll just blame his mum for that. After I got out my tears we got dressed and I filled my parents and grandparents in on everything I learned from Ryker. I’m glad Marcus came in and stopped me before I killed the little turd. I don’t want him dead; I want him to suffer for everything he’s done. He fucked with the wrong Alpha and soon his uncle is going to learn that too. He wants me, he can fucking come and get me. I went to check on Kylie who was in one of the guest rooms, and the sight of her broke my heart. She was pale, her eyes looked sunken, and she was wailing hysterically. No words of comfort or touch of affection could console her, and I di