“Juan has no right to force that of him, but Colton, he needs a shove. He needs to stop obeying everything he commands and fight for his right to choose his own mate. The law is on his side in this. Juan oversteps his boundaries all of the time and Colton is so used to toeing his line and obeying, that he doesn’t even think he can question it.” The anger simmers below her surface yet I feel it vibrating from her as it fuels my own.
“Juan is forcing him to mark Carmen before the next full moon, even though they’re no longer even dating?” It’s almost a sob as pain slices into my throat and threatens to choke me. Legs giving out and I stumble to the bed nearby to slump down heavily, stunned with the reality of this. “He didn’t tell me.” I heave in air as the tears start to wrack my body, and Meadow comes to perch beside me, running her hand down my hair in a bid to console me.“I think Colton is hoping he can cMeadow whistles at me, almost deafening me with the strength she can emit with just two fingers in her mouth, and motions with her hand in a circling manner to get me to turn around. She’s bossy but there’s something likeable about her and I’m fast warming to her pushy personality.She’s gone to town on me in a short space of time. My hair sleek, combed until it’s glossy and pulled up into a high ponytail that she said made my waves come together to an almost ringlet at the back. She’s blushed, pinched, dabbed, and painted my face with various products, and squeezed me into clothes she swears are my size, but the restrictions I feel make me doubt it. My bust is surprisingly close in size to what she wears, so no doubt she heavily downsizes for extra oomph in her breast department.Skintight soft denim jeans, paired with a fitted white tank with a low-cut V. I’m all cleavage I never knew I had, a booty I feel is way out on show from
“See, Chica, they like. My boys, they know sexy when they see it. I think it’s a massive improvement to wearing Cole’s cast offs.” Meadow walks around me, her own final appraisal as though she didn’t spend minutes upstairs admiring her handy work and then sashays away again, grinning to herself. She’s congratulating herself on her awesome skills.“Who likes what?” Colton seems to appear out of thin air while I was too distracted to pick up on him, and I spin, in both surprise, and instant nervousness, realizing I didn’t get any time to prepare myself for him walking in. I’m just standing here halfway into the room like some awkward kid who’s been asked to model the ugly jumper her grandmother knitted for Christmas.Our eyes lock as he hits me with that megawatt cute boy smile, a hint of dimples, and a reminder how gorgeous Colton is when he relaxes and let’s his charms shine. That’s before breaki
Meadow slinks over to Cesar on one of the armchairs and crawls onto his lap, curling herself around him and nestling her butt against his crotch. I can’t help but watch the way he opens up and accepts her invasion, wrapping her in his arms willingly, and whispers something in her ear before she smiles at him sexily and flutters a kiss on his lips quickly. So fluid, no refusal, and no insecurity in her that he might not want her sat on him.It’s obvious they’re completely bonded in all ways and although I haven’t seen her mark, I can tell it’s done. They have that connection oozing from both of them, that says their union is finalized and they can communicate on a deeper level than what we have so far. A mark can be wherever your mate decides to put it, although most males like to have it on show and put it on a femme’s throat, not all do. They’re known for territorial possessiveness so it’s more common than not. Cesar is obviously
“What good is gathering us all in one place. Like Matteo said, they set off that machine and every one of us, corralled in the valley, will be rendered useless. No one will be able to turn or fight back. It’s easier to massacre a race when we’re all laid like fish in a bowl, and no one’ll be free of its effects if the only area we patrol is the valley. I’m sure they can make bigger, or use multiple, to hit us all at once.” Jesus is now on his feet pacing, agitated, and getting worked up by the second. I’m starting to feel the restless unease spreading through them all like a virus, as they mumble their agreeance and I keep looking to Colton to say something. “This is pointless… you think I don’t think the same and that I didn’t try and reason with him? Nothing I said made a difference. It never does.” Colton stands up, losing his temper, agitated too, and utterly drained. I can feel it coming off him inte
“Not hidden away in the west wing anymore? I ask quietly, sounding as somber as his mood, looking for something to engage him in conversation with, because I literally feel his intentions of sneaking away and leaving me to my new room, and it sucks. He’s disconnecting form me, shutting me out and it’s shredding my soul to pieces a sit becomes clear that’s what he’s doing.“He wasn’t happy that I decided you should be among the rest of us, and part of this pack, seeing as he’s trying to unite the mountain. Convinced him your showdown was under better control and wouldn’t happen again.” Colton avoids my eye, obviously not really telling me everything that was said.“And he gave in, just like that?” I hate the fact that I can sense he’s being evasive and keeping things from me. “Not exactly. Sometimes I’m good at arguing my corner. Sometimes…” Colton looks away, seemin
Kissing him is so familiar and as I open my mouth to let things progress quickly, all those feelings and crazy urges rush back like a massive tidal wave hitting the shore. So easy to become consumed and intoxicated with need when we’re touching this way. My lips parting wider, to give him access as his tongue slides against mine and he kisses me with passion and expertise that makes my toes curl and my stomach tingle.Colton stirs against me, his body easing against mine, relaxing into the hold we have on one another and meeting my groan with his own murmured growl of enjoyment. We’re made to kiss one another, and I can’t imagine anyone ever tasting this good or making me feel this complete. Neither can deny our bond when we kiss, it’s potent and all consuming.Just as his hands begin to slide down my back and over my ass, bringing my pelvis to his, hinting at his sexual excitement, he stops abruptly. Catching himself, he pulls away fast, so suddenl
It’s been a few days since Colton told me about his mom and I swear she keeps plaguing my thoughts. It’s like a tiny itch in my brain I can’t shake, and I keep coming back to it repeatedly for no obvious reason. I even dreamt of her last night, and it was the weirdest most confusing thing ever. It came after I finally located a memory of her in this shared library of thoughts and couldn’t shake her soft face from my visuals. I must have tried too hard and implanted her in my brain to mess with me, it’s the only explanation.I do remember her vaguely without Colton’s influence, only in my own memories she’s faceless, because I couldn’t remember her all that well, so it’s nice to apply features to her. She has Colton’s flawless beauty, his black hair, darkest chocolate eyes, and sallow skin, with a soft ambience that’s less masculine than his.She used to come to the library near our farm every weekend to read
The pack is getting uneasy and Meadow mentioned that he hasn’t called any kind of communal since, as though he’s avoiding any real dialogue with any of us. He knows the pack will have questions about this. He brought me to them, made it seem like I might have a chance and then snubbed me as they were beginning to accept my presence. He’s caught inside his own head as he tries to work things out, but we’re losing time. Ticking away slowly as the full moon approaches in its cycle and I don’t think I can take much more. Logic is telling me to give up on him, but I don’t want to accept this is it. That he’s done and given up on us after what he said to me. My heart doesn’t want to believe he could be this way.I’ve been lost in my own thoughts, anxious, obsessing, crying, and worrying myself sick with the chaos of this lack of closure. I’m not being a cold idiot and cutting him off, or avoiding him, like he is me. I