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CHASEViennaās tits are fucking perfect. My fingers sink into the pliant flesh, squeezing them beneath my palms as she rocks her hips against mine. My hands are bigger than most, and everything about her is small compared to me, but not those tits- theyāre a perfect fit. Her smooth thighs slide up to my waist, legs wrapping tightly around my torso as her fingernails dig crescents into my shoulder blades. The girl is a scratcher- and a hair puller, and a biter- but damnit if those things donāt drive me fucking wild. Paired with the fire in her eyes, Iām a goner every time.She spent the night again. That makes four nights in a row now, but hey, whoās counting? Few girls have ever spent a single night in my bed, let alone more than one, and only because I was too blitzed out of my mind on whiskey or weed to kick them to the curb before I passed out. That in itself should tell me that Viennaās different, but that would require me to actually acknowledge whatās going on between us, and Iā
VIENNA āThere you are!ā Nessa chirps as I cross the threshold into the bedroom Iāve been sharing with her and her younger sister. Sheās bent at the waist, stuffing clothes into an overflowing laundry basket on the floor. Hauling the basket up into her arms, she turns toward me with a coy smile dancing across her lips. āI was wondering when you were gonnaā¦ā Nessaās voice trails off as her eyes meet mine, her smile falling. āWhatās wrong?ā I shake my head, looking away as I unzip my jacket and shrug it off my shoulders. āI donāt wanna talk about it.ā After storming out of Chaseās packhouse, I drove around aimlessly for an hour, getting lost on the meandering forest roads throughout the six-pack territory. I cried angry, frustrated tears for the first ten minutes, Chaseās words replaying in my mind on an endless loop. āWhy the fuck would I want to mark YOU?ā Like Iām so far beneath him that the thought of marking me, claiming me, is unfathomable. Like Iām nothing more than dirt under
CHASE āIām coming!ā I groan, dragging my feet as I shuffle to the front door of the packhouse. The person on the other side is pounding on it incessantly, and Iām tempted to pound my own fists into whoever it is once I get the damn thing open. I had a rough fucking day yesterday followed by barely any sleep last night, and if this relentless knocking is anything to go by, today is already shaping up to be just as shitty. I wrap my hand around the knob, turning it and yanking the door open with more force than necessary, a frustrated sigh escaping my lips. āWhat do you want?ā I growl out, my body going rigid when my eyes drop to the small girl on the other side. Soft dark hair, big brown eyes, and a deep scowl twisting those pouty lips. My little devil in the flesh. She cocks out a hip and throws a hand on it, extending the other toward me, palm-up. āMy phone.ā Iām frozen in place, my brain struggling to process the fact that Viennaās really standing here in front of me right now.
CHASEāWhat happened to your face, bro?ā Alec snickers as he climbs out of his truck, taking in the state of my still-reddened mug. The blisters have already healed, but some evidence of the coffee assault remains, my shifter healing working overtime to repair the damage.āDonāt go there,ā Cal chuckles, shooting me a smug smirk as he slides out of the back seat of my Ford Raptor, parked alongside Alec and Dareās truck at the lodge. He reaches back in to grab our bags of snowboard gear, hauling them out. āHe got into it with his girl this morning and heās still salty as fuck.āāAm not,ā I snap, snatching my bag from Cal and leveling him with a glare.āVienna?ā Miles probes, popping up from around the other side of the neighboring truck. His eyebrows shoot up to his hairline. āYou two official now?āCal claps me on the shoulder, flashing a toothy grin. āOur boy got himself a girlfriend.āI shrug his hand off my shoulder and shoot him a scowl. āKnock it off, Cal,ā I grumble, striding aro
VIENNA The harsh fluorescent lighting assaults my eyes as I work to blink them open, prying my sticky eyelashes apart. The pain registers immediately. Itās a deep ache thatās spread all over, taking root in my muscles and bones, consuming the entirety of my body in a dull throb. Iām in the infirmary at the squad complex. I vaguely remember being brought here, but all I have are scattered flashes of memory. The panic as I pressed the brake pedal to the floor and was met with no resistance. The curve that I took too fast because I couldnāt slow down. The thick trees rushing at me and the deafening crunch of metal and glass as my car made impact. I remember seeing Casey and Davis, two squad fighters that I became friendly with when I was at summer training camp. Iām not sure how much time passed between the accident and their arrival, just that I tried and failed to get the door open and required their help to get out. They mustāve just happened upon the accident, and good thing they d
VIENNAāWhat else do you need?ā Chase asks, setting a Gatorade and a bottle of water on the nightstand beside his bed. āYou hungry at all? The fridge was just stocked, or I could run out and grab something.āI feel like Iām in the fucking twilight zone right now; like some alien body-snatched Chase Walker and is living in his skin. Nessa wasnāt thrilled with my decision to go home with Chase, but when faced with the choice of crashing on that futon mattress on her bedroom floor or Chaseās plush, king-sized bed, my aching body implored me to choose comfort. That, and this sweet, caring version of Chase is one I could get used to. Maybe heās just taking advantage of my vulnerability, but I donāt have it in me to fight him right now.āYou know what Iād really like?ā I murmur, glancing at my reflection in the mirror above his dresser. I raise a hand to my temple, scraping dried blood from my skin with my fingernails. I feel gross, I look gross, and Iāve eyed that giant porcelain soaker tu
CHASEThe scent of stale beer and cleaning solution hangs heavy in the air as I stride into the dimly lit bar on the edge of Goldenleafās territory. The squad frequents this place due to its proximity to the complex, and as soon as I walk in, I spot several squad fighters loitering around the bar, sipping cocktails and swigging from beer bottles. A few of them glance my way when I enter, but I donāt pay them much mind as I stride toward the table in the back corner. Iāve only been here a handful of times, but I know where Gray and the other alphas typically sit- itās like their table has an unspoken permanent reservation for only them. A table that usually has five stools around it, but tonight, thereās a sixth.āHey, you made it!ā Gray calls, waving me over. Theo and Jax are already occupying their usual seats at the table, while the other three remain vacant. Gray slaps the seat of the empty stool beside him as I approach and flashes me a grin. āItās about time we had a sixth stool
VIENNA The highs and lows of this week have given me some serious whiplash. Just days ago, I hit rock bottom, and now? Iām not sure Iāve ever been so happy. A lot of that has to do with Chase, and while it scares the shit out of me to let my walls down for him, Iām just going with it. Iām sick of holding myself back from the things I really want for fear that they wonāt last. I keep silencing my anxiety, telling myself that good things really can happen if I just let go and let them. And after the hell I went through earlier this week, I deserve a little happy, damnit. I suppose that being swept away to Chaseās packhouse after the accident garnered a lot of attention, because when Nessa showed up to check on me the following day, all five Lunas stormed the packhouse with her. Iād already healed up except for a few minor aches and pains, but they fussed over me nonetheless- and going from feeling completely alone before the accident to being surrounded by so much support had me shame