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Third Person's POV Harris sat at his desk with his head leaning back against his chair and his eyes fixed on the ceiling. His father paced the room as Zane, Cyrus, Reid, and Michael tried to come up with a plan. "This is my fault. I should have seen this coming. I knew he was completely different over the phone. The person who showed up the night of the party wasn't the same person on the other end of the phone. I mean, it was, but it wasn't. The person who showed up was wearing a mask. "Will a rejection even work now that they are marked?" Noah asked as he looked at Harris' mark. "Yes, but it's much worse than if they weren't. It would kill an Omega or at least kill its wolf. It will permanently weaken both mates. The withdrawals will be your worst nightmare and you'd wish for death. Some people can never shift again because it weakens their wolf so much." Michael said. "It doesn't matter, he said he won't accept it," Harris spoke up, not taking his eyes off the ceiling. "I
Third Person's POV Harris lays there on the couch, staring at the ceiling. He wonders how everything went to hell so fast. Everything was going great. His pack was happy to be back home. He's known these people his whole life. He loved them, and he thought they loved him. He feels Cyrus pushing on the link for what seems like the 100th time, and he ignores it, just like he's done with everyone else. It's the night before the challenge, and he knows everyone wants to spend time with him, afraid it might be their last evening with him. But he doesn't feel like seeing anyone, and he has no appetite. He lays there in the dimly lit living room of his apartment, staring at the ceiling. He tries not to think about that preppy clean-cut face and the preppy clothes Brody wears. But no matter how much he tries not to think of Brody, he does. His chest tightens and his heart aches. His eyes sting and burn as the realization sets in that there's no way out of this. It's either him or Bro
Third Person's POV Harris' face jerks left as Brody's fist connects with it. The Alpha quickly drops down low and moves right, before popping up and swinging his fist up and under. Brody's eyes slam shut as Harris's fist slams his mouth closed and cracks his teeth. The wind is knocked out of Brody as Harris' shoulder connects with his stomach when he tackles him. The fight seemed never-ending. Both Harris and Brody were bloodied, bruised, and exhausted. Harris' family clung to every move, their bodies tense and fear consumed them. They silently prayed as hard as they could to the Moon Goddess to give Harris the strength to beat Brody. Harris lost count of how many times his fist connected with Brody's face as he sat on his chest. With his fist pulled back, Harris screamed and let his fist fall limp against Brody's chest. Tears fell from the Alpha's eyes and Brody barely had the strength to breathe. Harris grabbed Brody and shook him. "Stop it! Concede!... I don't want to kill
Third Person's POV Harris was beyond pissed that these assholes came into his territory and not only hurt his people, they killed a really good friend. As if he wasn't hurting enough from killing his mate 4 months ago, now they had to go and kill Brian's brother. Harris glances toward Brian and Jack when he hears Brian crying. He looks away as fast as he can when he sees Brian cradling his dead brother. Instead of feeling sad, rage courses through the Alpha and he finds himself wanting to slice through each of their throats. Harris looks at the redhead who is struggling in one of his warrior's arms. The bitch glares at him while growling and that only angers Harris more. Harris storms forward and firmly grips her chin, shoving her head back, and forcing the broad to look at him. "How dare you bring your fucking people into my territory an not only injure my men, you killed one too! And then you have the fucking audacity to look at me like that! I don't care if you are a she-wol
Third Person's POV "He's going to be okay, let's give the doctors the space they need so they can help him," Harris said when the little Omega cried out and reached for the stranger. Harris stepped into the hall and sat down, setting the Omega in the chair next to him. The Omega's head hung and he sniffled as he wiped his eyes. "Earlier you called him Atticus... Is that his name?" Harris asked and the little Omega nodded his head. "Yes." Rivers' voice was soft and sad. He sniffled as he wrapped his arms around himself. "Is he your Alpha?" "Yes." Harris looked forward as he let out a breath. "What were you guys doing here?" "Trying to get away from the bad people and make it to the river." "So you guys weren't trying to attack us?" Harris asked and the little Omega shook his head. "No! Why would we do that? We are just trying to find a safe place so the bad people can't get us. The river looks safe, that's where we were going." Harris let out a breath as he ran his hands
Third Person's POV The Beta couldn't stop growling at anyone who stepped into his mate’s room. As torn as Cyrus was, and as angry as he was that his mate killed Jack, he couldn't leave his side. And for some damn reason, he couldn't push aside the feeling of wanting to bite off anyone's head that stepped into his mate's room. The nurses were getting annoyed when every time they needed to draw blood or even adjust the Beta's IV, their own stupid Beta would lunge for them. ... Atticus sat in the hospital bed with River curled up against him asleep. He was devastated when he felt Tristan die, and he was more than relieved when he felt his lifeline return, and the bond he has to Tristan, as his Alpha, reconnect. Atticus knew he wouldn't be able to just wander around this place as he pleased. But he wasn't expecting it would take so long to get permission to see Tristan. It's been over two hours, and he still hasn't been cleared to go see Tristan. He's not sure what hurts more
Third Person's POV As Atticus followed Zane towards the pack house, the Alpha looked around, taking note of his surroundings and his mate’s pack. One of the things he noticed right away was that the people here didn't seem afraid. When they walked past the park, Atticus saw a Delta 3 and an Omega pushing their child on the swings, as other children laughed and played. A sense of pride went through Atticus knowing this is his mate's pack that is run so well. He notes how beautiful the landscaping is with all the flowers and shrubs throughout the pack. 'The place is really beautiful!' Atticus thought and felt his lips slightly tug up. Atticus must not have been the only one who noticed how beautiful and safe this place felt. It wasn't long before River began squirming in his arms, wanting down. Atticus smiled when he set River down and the Omega quickly ran toward a bundle of stargazers. The Omega dropped down, shoved his nose into the flowers, and took a deep breath in. Wh
Third Person's POV It doesn't matter how hard Harris tries not to think about him, he does, and it pisses him off. He was beyond angry when he looked at the clock and it read 3:48 a.m. He had to be up in almost 2 hours, and he still had not slept a wink. ‘All because of that stupid Alpha and his God-like body... No, Fuck!’ Harris cursed himself. 'That's not what it is! Damn it! He's just... I fucking hate him!' Harris cursed the man again for what seemed like the millionth time. Harris tried to tell himself the man didn't have a body like a god. He tried forcing himself to stop thinking about him, and wishing there was no such thing as the mate bond. Harris once again told the Moon Goddess where to shove it. And then for just a moment, Harris felt guilty for the things he said to her, but then he remembered the face Brody made as his claws pierced his chest and wrapped around his heart. Nothing in the world can describe the look on his face. Nothing in the world can describe wha