Do you agree with Alden's decision?
To say it’s been a long day would be an understatement. First, there was everything that happened this morning, then I was on the phone with the bank for hours trying to deal with some screw-up with the company account. We just started expanding our real estate company and I guess some paperwork got screwed up and now I have to fix it. Then after that, I had a link from the principal of our pack’s high school informing me one of the seniors pulled a stupid prank with some chemicals from the science lab that resulted in a giant crater on the football field. It’s just been one stressful thing after another, and now I have a stress headache and a grumbling stomach.This is why an Alpha needs a Luna. So many Alphas just think it’s about producing an heir or in some disgusting cases, rejecting their Goddess-given soulmate in exchange for a power play. That’s not what it is. This is a hard job, and no one can or should do it alone. Your Luna gives you the strength and support you need and b
This past week stress and worry have clung to the pack like cigarette smoke you can’t wash out of your clothes. There were two more eyti sightings but so far no attacks – thank the Goddess. The eyti mostly seem to be spotted at night, I don’t think it’s that they fear the sun, but that they thrive in the dark. I don’t know much about eyti but they sound like the very reason so many people are afraid of the dark. Even I’m creeped out by the thought of them. In lighter news, training has been going fantastically! Training has opened up to every member of the pack and already some more Omegas have started to join. We’re avoiding the forest for obvious reasons and just stick to training on the field. The ranked pack members – especially Alden – are doing everything they can to keep us safe. Since the first eyti sighting, I’ve barely spoken to Alden and while that makes me sad, it’s for the best. Three days of being close and personal with him was already turning me into a mess, so I’m gla
So perhaps I had ulterior motives for wanting to walk Sorrell home. I wasn’t lying when I said I was worried about her safety. Knowing how close the first eyti was to her home has had me even more on edge about her wellbeing, especially since it seems she attracts danger and trouble like a moth to a flame, but beyond all that, I just wanted to spend some quiet time alone with her. I’ve been so busy lately I haven’t had time to get to know her as much as I would like, so this seems like the perfect opportunity. “Do you and your dad still train privately together?” I ask as we casually walk to her house. Her face is still swollen and bruised from the fight, but I know she’ll be fine in no time. I still hate seeing her like this though, but boy did she give it to Romona. 'Highly satisfying to watch. I may have to replay it in my mind every time Romona pisses us off if she ends up sticking around,' Atlas says, rolling his eyes. 'If she doesn’t straighten up I’ll be forced to banish her
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” Come the very irritatingly loud voices of my parents. I pull my pillow over my head hoping they won’t notice me, but it doesn’t seem to work as I feel the cover being yanked off me. “You can’t hide in bed, it’s your eighteenth birthday! This calls for a celebration,” cheers my dad. “Sounds good, you guys go get started and I’ll catch up,” I say as I feel around for my covers. “Nice try, now scoot that boot out of bed or no present for you,” mum threatens. I groan and rise from the bed like a vampire from a coffin. Which is stupid to say now that I think about it, I mean, they’re not called ‘vampires’ and they don’t sleep in coffins. Humans have such an active imagination, I swear, the things they come up with. 'Come on, Sorrell, have a little enthusiasm. We’re eighteen, we might meet our animai today,' she says, wagging her tail in excitement. Yeah, that’s what I’m afraid of. It’s been three months since that day in the forest and Alden has barely said a word to
'What the fuck?!' Atlas shouts. I’m utterly stunned and frozen stiff. She ran. She fucking ran! Sorrell has run away from me in the past, but this hits different. She’s my animai, just like I knew she was. It took all morning for me to summon the courage to come down to training. I was terrified I’d get here and find out I was wrong, but as soon as I got to the training field her scent hit me like a freight train, and in the best way possible. Atlas was prancing with delight, and I couldn’t get to her fast enough. I’ve never been so happy in my life, and I thought she’d be happy too. She wouldn’t have to worry about this fear of not being mine because she is mine, she was made for me as I was made for her. But instead of being happy, she hightailed it out of here and ran so fast she almost left a smoke trail. I can hear the whispers around me. Everyone here just witnessed their Alpha find his Luna and her response was to flee, she may as well have fucking rejected me. Having your soul
I’ve been a nervous wreck since yesterday. Don’t get me wrong, I was overjoyed when Sorrell agreed to go out with me, but this is our first date and I want everything to be perfect. Maybe that’s unrealistic, but I can at least try. I showered twice, first time was to clean off the events of the day, and the second was because I got so nervous I started to sweat up a storm.'I keep telling you she’s not going to care. We will always smell good to our animai, she certainly smells heavenly to me, especially earlier when she was in the kitchen and her scent mingled with the smell of that pie she was baking,' says Atlas, drooling as his tongue lulls to the side. I was staring at her like an idiot wanting to leap across the kitchen and devour her, maybe even devour her while she’s covered in that pie, but I guess I was giving off a vibe, so Sorrell kicked me out of the kitchen.'Actually she banned you from the kitchen. Hasn’t even taken her oath as Luna yet and she’s already acting like on
Feeling slightly shaken I step back into the hallway just as Sorrell comes down the stairs and I instantly forget my worries along with how to breathe. She’s absolutely gorgeous! This is the first time I’ve ever seen her in a dress, she’s always in shorts for training and pants for everything else. She’s wearing a thin dress with a kind of feather and floral print in shades of brown. It has spaghetti straps, comes down to a diamond point to her knees with fringe coming down from the hem of the dress and almost touching the floor. She’s accessorised it with a belt around her waist and black cowboy boots, and she’s wearing the necklace I got her which makes my chest puff up with pride. As she reaches the bottom of the staircase, I reach out, taking her hand and lightly kiss the back of it, nearly moaning at the pleasurable electricity that courses through my lips. I know she must feel it too by the way her cheeks are turning red. “You look breathtaking,” I tell her. Actually, I wanted
Driving back to Sorrell’s I may have been driving a little further under the speed limit than was legally required just to prolong our time together and it was worth it because we got to talk more, there’s not a subject we haven’t covered. We told each other stories about growing up in the pack, we talked about how our parents met, we talked about our friends, nothing was off limits.“I’m glad you picked white,” she says, pulling me from my thoughts. I glance over to see her admiring the rose I got her.“Why’s that?”“Because white is my favourite colour,” she smiles.My eyebrows knit together, “Your favourite colour is a non-colour?”“Don’t knock it. You can do anything with white. It goes with everything, and it can always be treated like a starting point. A white canvas can become a work of art. A white wall can be the perfect backdrop for anything to hang on it. And you couldn’t make the perfect tie-dye t-shirt without a basic white shirt first,” she explains. I listen to her, enr