Sage stares at the sky lying on the grass of the garden right behind the pack house. The night is quiet with the stars scattered above him like little pieces of glass. The sky, the breeze, and even the darkness that surrounds him are peaceful, but the same can’t be said for his heart, which is at war. His chest still aches from all the crying, his eyes sting, and his head feels heavy; it’s been two days already, yet everything still feels wrong.He wishes he could stay here in the peace and darkness, where no one can find him, but that thought just proves to be just another wistful thinking as he senses Alpha Rowan before the alpha joins him on the grass.“You weren’t in your room,” he states.Sage’s jaw pulls taut, and he turns on his side, turning his back to the alpha, putting a hand under his head to support it, and curls himself. “Go away,” he murmurs under his breath. He just wanted a moment of peace after being curled up in his room for two days, but he can’t have that now, can
Sage runs without looking back, his footsteps echoing down the hall. His chest burns, and his eyes sting with tears. He doesn’t even know where he’s going; all he knows is he needs to get away—away from that room, away from Rowan, away from the image that keeps stabbing into his head. He just had to pick the wrongest time in the world, or fate has decided to play another cruel game on him by making him realize that what he wants with Rowan can never happen.His heart hammers in like it wants to break free from his chest, and his throat closes up so tight he finds it difficult to breathe while his vision blurs with tears. He tries again to wipe them away. “Why, Rowan…” he mutters under his breath, voice breaking as tears threaten to fall yet again. “Why would you—”Sage can’t see with the tears in his eyes; he doesn’t see the shadow that suddenly falls on him till he’s colliding with something solid.“Ugh!” He stumbles back, but a hand suddenly grabs his wrist and pulls him back. He g
It’s late into the night, the moon is high in the sky, the pack house is quiet, everyone already in the warmth of their bed, Rowan sits alone in his office, staring at the moon that peeks through the window that has the curtains drawn while the air is heavy with smoke from the half empty pack of cigarettes on the table with empty bottles of whiskey scattered on the desk and rolling on the floor.He leans back in his chair, taking a long drag of his cigar while in his other hand is a glass of whiskey. His eyes are bloodshot, his shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest.The silence. The darkness. The loneliness. This is what Rowan is used to but for some reason, this time it feels different, it’s like they are clawing at his skin and making him uncomfortable. He wants his mate. He wants his Omega and holds him in his arms but Rowan doesn’t know how to face him just yet.He doesn’t know who to look at him without thinking the omega’s mind on someone else. Rowan can’t give him what a fa
Sage thinks Knox has lost his damn mind.Sage’s brows knit, and his jaw clenches so hard his whole face hurts. His eyes glare hard from where he sits on the council table while the hunter stands before them. The elders look at him with strange looks, none of them having an idea what’s going on, while Rowan sits at the edge, dragging deeply from the cigar trapped between his fingers.“What brings you here? A pack member only summons the council if the situation is dire. Why are you here?” an elder inquires.If looks could kill, Knox would have dropped dead where he stood from Sage’s venomous gaze. Every muscle in his body tightens as his nails dig into the table.Knox stands tall, his chin high and a stubborn fire in his eyes. “I am here to reclaim my mate.”The elders look among themselves; Sage’s body trembles from the effort it takes not to leap across the table and claw the hunter’s throat out while Rowan smirks and releases a puff of air.“You do realize this is the council; we do
“Rowan…”Sage calls softly as he pushes the door of the alpha’s office open. The room is dark, with the curtains at the window shut, yet Sage can make out the alpha sitting behind his desk. He sports a small smile as he walks in closer, but once he’s close enough, his nose instantly catches the metallic smell of blood. His gaze moves to the floor, where there are broken pieces of glass and a cigar burning through the rug, filling the room with a burning smell.“Rowan…” he calls again, quieter this time, walking around the desk until he’s by the alpha’s side.“Rowan, you’re bleeding—” Sage’s voice cracks a little, his brows knitting as he reaches for his hand, but Rowan suddenly lifts his head, piercing Sage with his gaze that makes the omega visibly flinch.Rowan doesn’t move. His hands are resting on the armrest, with blood dripping slowly from his palm onto the carpet. His jaw is clenched tight, and his eyes are hooded, fixed on nothing in particular.If the dark, gloomy pheromones
Rowan leans back in his seat, rolling his glass of wine with one hand and tapping with a cigar. He brings it to his lips, his eyes trailing on Knox, who walked into his office a few moments ago, and his lips curl into a smirk as if the words that just came out of the hunter’s mouth were nothing more than for his entertainment.“You want Sage?” Rowan says as if it’s the most absurd thing he has ever heard in his entire life. He titters and takes a drag of his cigar.Knox clenches his hands at his side, standing tall over the table while his unwavering blue eyes don’t move away from the alpha. “He’s my mate; it’s only right that he’s with me.”“You walked into my office and want to claim my Luna?” Rowan says and scans him over, his voice calm and unbothered, yet there’s a dangerous glint playing in his eyes that shows that the hunter has stepped into a dangerous territory. He meets his eyes, and his smirk turns sinister. “You have a lot of courage, I give you that.”“I’ve waited my whol