تسجيل الدخولAlpha Rick doesn’t come to see me. The day has faded to night, and true to the nurse's word, Axel and I have been hooked up to heart monitors for the night. I keep looking out the window, staring at the grey clouds and waiting for Rick to arrive and ask if I'm okay. I try to ignore that disappointed feeling I get whenever he flakes on me. I heard him beg for my life just a few hours ago, but suddenly he doesn’t care that I was stabbed? “Stop.” Axel’s clipped tone forces me out of my head. I avoid turning to him, cause I think if I have to stare at his bare, tattooed body I'll falter, “Stop what?” “Breathing so hard.” This fucking guy, “I’m breathing a normal amount.” “No you aren’t. You’re messing with my head.” I don’t know what to say to that. We aren’t exactly friends cause I saved his life, but he’s not trying to murder me, which, somehow, is an upgrade in our relationship. There’s so much I want to ask him: About Ryker, about Liana, about how to stop this flutter my hear
I leap out of bed and catch Olivia. She crumples in my arms with a small “oof” and then she stops moving. For a split, horrifying second, I think she’s dead. But then I feel her pulse beat beneath my fingertips, in-sync with mine, and I breathe a little easier. The ache in my shoulder is gone. The poison spreading around my body is no longer killing me. I don’t know what she’s done, or how she keeps doing it, but this time, I owe her my life. She’s weightless in my arms as I carry her, then drop her on one of the nurse’s beds. The ointment Marjorie and the other woman went looking for plops out from her shirt. “A distraction? Really?” I mutter, trying hard not to be amused by her. What sort of pride convinced Olivia Blackwood that she could save me better than the nurse could?And why did that pride work? The nurses will soon be back, and they’ll need an explanation for our sudden healing. I pick up the ointment, slathering the peppery oil on my shoulder. My eyes water from the
“Shit,” Everest and I cry in sync. The knife slides into my palm, and then through it. I yelp, biting my lip to stifle my scream. Everest is on me in a second, his Pinewood scent making me dizzy, “Olivia, little rose, I didn’t—” “What the fuck is your problem?” I bite, snapping away from him. Behind me, Axel is slowly losing life. “It wasn’t for you. I would never stab you,” he says it with so much distress that I actually believe him. In his mind, somehow, I matter. “Who the hell even are you?” I grit through my pain. The school ambulance finally whirs onto the pitch. Everest’s dark eyes shoot to them, then flip back to me. “The question is who the hell are you?” he sputters back. He rifles through his pocket and pulls out a piece of paper, “If you really want to know, little rose, call me. I’m sorry.” He stuffs the paper into my pocket and zooms into the disappearing crowd. I’m in too much pain to process what just happened. “Miss Blackwood, come with us.” I turn to
I lunge. One of Everest’s Betas tries to sink his teeth into my shoulder, but I push him off and beeline for the field. Another Beta gives chase, but I’m faster, and soon we’re in the middle of the pitch; me versus the entire Blood Fang pack. The crowd is in an uproar. Somewhere, a whistle blows incessantly, telling us to stop. To behave, or, at the very least, to get off the fucking field. None of us listen. Another Beta lunges over his packbrother, so that I don’t anticipate his attack. The bastard crashes into me, and the grass beneath us is the only thing that breaks my fall. “Fucker,” I growl, chomping down on his arm. He howls, slinking back and leaving a trail of red as he goes. I spit out the metallic taste of his blood and jump back to my feet, growling. The rest of the pack rounds me, 3 to 1. Everest, of course, hangs back long enough to watch. I know his tactic; leave the dirty work for his Betas so that when they weaken me he can come in and deliver the death blow,
I break into the council room, Liana no longer able to hold me back. “NO!” I scream, and Abel, Roanna and Alpha Rick’s eyes turn to me. Alpha Rick jumps up. “Olivia! What is the meaning of this?” “Take it back!” I hit his chest as hard as I can, even though he doesn’t budge. “Take back the promise you made!” His eyes shift from startled confusion to even worse startled horror. “You were listening?” “Miss Blackwood,” Roanna says smugly. She leans back in her chair as a small smile plays on her lips. “Glad to see that you could join the conversation." I’m no longer able to hold back my pulsing rage. This bitch needs to pay. With a scream, I charge at her. Alpha Rick has to wrap me and drag me into his chest with a slam, but I keep thrashing and screaming, “HOW COULD YOU LET HIM DO THAT? HOW COULD YOU LET HIM DIE FOR ME!” Roanna doesn’t startle. Instead, her thin lips stretch wider. She’s freaking enjoying this. “I agreed because it’s fair, Miss Blackwood. Your Alpha’s mistake w
Something is wrong. I haven't seen any of my pack brothers anywhere since I arrived. I plucked through our bond, and everyone feels on edge, turbulent, the storm before an even worse storm. I try to convince myself that there is no problem, that I haven’t seen them because I came early. But even if the rest of them showed up late, Hunter would never, and Ryker is supposed to play. At the very least, they would have called. I remember guiltily that I haven’t been picking their calls. Maybe they’re shunning me cause I’ve been ignoring them, trying to sort out this whole Olivia matter. I feel like I’ve failed them. I feel insane over all this goddess nonsense. I feel mad cause of Olivia and her evil magic, her enchanting ways, her soft-curled hair, her long-lashes eyes…Holy fuck, I feel more than I have ever felt in my whole life.I seat up at the bleachers, looking around and hoping to catch a glimpse of one of my boys. Like the goddess notices my searching and wants to help, I s







