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Third Person's POV Tristan laid in bed, thinking of all the times he sat around the campfire, trying to figure out who would end up with who, and getting excited for those who found love. He thought of all the times he sat there wondering if he'd ever find love. Wondering if he'd ever find his mate with the luck that they were stuck in, always on the run, and no one ever giving them a chance. Everyone always assumed the worst of them and shunned them before finding out who they were. He thought of all the countless nights he prayed to the Goddess to help him find his mate. And now he wonders why he wasted his time. He should have known better. He should have known with their luck, and the fact that they had no home, everything would go wrong when he found him. He should have known his mate wouldn't want him, why would he? Tristan thought and then looked down at his clothes. He couldn't remember the last time he wore new clothes. Clothes that weren't washed in the river and hun
Third Person's POV Atticus was half back when they heard the sound of someone running in their direction. Both Atticus and the warrior turned towards the sound and took a defensive stance. A few moments later, an almost all-white wolf came into view, barreling towards Atticus. Atticus pushed the warrior out of the way and quickly took his shirt off before opening his arms as the wolf leaped at him. A small body collides with Atticus as he shifts mid-air, and River whimpers as Atticus wraps his arms around the Omega, trying to cover his lower half with the shirt. River cried out as another much larger wolf raced towards them, growling. The scent of Ash quickly filled the air as Draven came forward and glared at the wolf. The wolf slid to a halt before shifting back. "What's the meaning of this?" Atticus's voice boomed and everyone around Atticus flinched, including River. "That little shit was running from me?" The warrior said angrily as he grabbed a pair of shorts from a
Third Person's POV Atticus sat outside and watched his people mingle. The atmosphere was much different, night and day now that they're all together outside. It almost felt like they were back at one of their camps, the way things were before they found this place. Rose hangs onto every word that flows from Nick's mouth. She sits close to him, tucked under his arm, leaning against his side. Her hand rests on his chest as she looks at him with nothing but love. It warms the Alpha's heart. Tristan was right. He definitely has an eye for picking out couples. He knew love when he saw it, and always got excited for those who found it. The Alpha's body shakes as Tristan shakes his arm while laughing. Atticus groans and grabs Tristan's hand, trying to stop the violent movement. "Oh my Goddess, this little Omega is hilarious!" Noah growled as he glared at Michael who was trying not to laugh as he chewed Noah's last coconut shrimp. Tristan thought it was hysterical when the Omega gro
Third Person's POV Noah's stomach turned, he felt nauseous as he watched and listened to the playback from the security cameras in the hall. He couldn't believe the things Harris said to his own mate. They were so cold, mean, and hurtful. "His reality of his mate is obscured. He sees Atticus, but he sees Brody too. I'm not falling for your shit this time, that was towards Brody. I'll never let you mark me, that was towards Atticus, but because of Brody." Michael said and Asher closed his eyes as he let out a breath. "How do I fix this? Damn it Brody! I want to bring him back just so I can kill him myself!" Asher exclaimed as he ran his hand through his hair, frustrated and lost. He has no idea how to help his son. Asher and Michael looked at Noah when he stood up and without a word, walked out of the office. Curious, Michael stood up and followed him. He kept a distance as he followed his little Omega to the top floor and watched Noah walk down the hall and enter Harris' ap
Third Person's POV Atticus held Harris tight against him. He ran his fingers through the Alpha's hair as he slowly rocked him. Atticus has dreamed of holding Harris in his arms, but not like this. Not because his mate broke when he tried to give him what he thought he wanted. He wasn't expecting Harris to respond like that. He never saw anyone react like that and he has seen many rejections during his long life. He knew they were painful and he was already anticipating the pain once Harris accepted it. But he wasn't expecting Harris to respond like this... 'What did he mean by “not again”?' Atticus wondered. Exactly what happened to his mate? Was he rejected? What kind of fool would reject him? The only reason he was doing it, was because he thought that's what his mate wanted. "What happened to you? What did you mean by “not again”? Were you rejected? Did he hurt you?" Atticus asked as he pulled Harris' face back and caressed his cheek. The large Alpha searched the smaller
Third Person's POV A shiver runs down Tristan's back and goosebumps spread across his body as Cyrus’ warm breath fans his ear and neck. Cyrus reached around Tristan, grabbing another coconut shrimp, and brought it to Tristan's mouth. Tristan wanted to squeal, but he held it in and opened his mouth. His lips touched Cyrus' finger and the larger Beta's chest vibrated. Tingles danced against Tristan's jaw as Cyrus pressed a kiss there. Cyrus' thumb absentmindedly caressed Tristan's stomach as he talked to Asher. His voice was so thick and deep that Tristan felt a vibration against his back with every word his mate spoke. Tristan couldn't focus on anything everyone was talking about around him. He was too wrapped up in his mate. His senses were heightened by every touch of Cyrus' fingers, every brush of his lips, every wisp of his warm breath as it fanned Tristan’s neck and ear was felt, and the smaller Beta relished in it. Tristan closed his eyes and focused on those feelings. He f
Third Person's POV Cyrus stood back as he watched his mate and a female from his pack try to calm the little Omega down and figure out what happened to him. Cyrus was concerned, he couldn't think of anyone who would hurt the Omega. Sure there are pack members who are angry with this pack over the death of Jack, but no one would stoop so low as to hurt an innocent omega. The people in his pack are good. Omega's are important to them and are very protected by this pack, which makes Cyrus even more confused. Everyone gasped when they finally got out of the Omega what happened... The Omega found his mate! Cyrus stepped forward, eager to hear who it was but unfortunately, the Omega didn't know this person… At least not his name. "You carried him inside," River said, looking at Cyrus. “Fuck!” Cyrus breathes out as he steps back. He cursed again as he ran his hands down his face and then turned and ran inside. The Beta didn't stop until he was in front of Brian's door. He didn't even
Third Person's POV Cyrus sat down at the top of the stairs and rested his forehead in his hands as he let out a breath. He hates the fact that Brian made him feel guilty for accepting his mate. He didn't feel guilty about it before. Yes, he still thought of Jack, and yes it still hurts, but he knew his mate didn't do it with malice. It was kill, or be killed... 'knowing that, why do I still feel guilty?' Cyrus wondered. He planned to stay with his mate the entire evening. At least until his mate shooed him home. He wanted to spend every second with him and secretly hoped Tristan wouldn't send him home tonight... But now he feels guilty. Cyrus looks back towards Brian's door and his chest aches. He can't remember the last time they argued or had a fight. He hears the loud commotion coming from Brian's room and his chest tightens. Cyrus lets out a breath, giving in to the guilt, and decides it's best to return to his room. Cyrus walks through his apartment, making his way in