LOGINI've been working with Walker and his crew for two weeks now, and for the first time, I feel like I finally fit in somewhere.
No one here judges me with their eyes or harsh words. I'm greeted each day with friendly faces, well, most of them are friendly.
There are five other guys on the crew. Derek is quiet, grouchy, and always seems to have a stick up his ass, but thankfully, most of his grouchiness isn't directed at me.
Keith is quiet and tends to keep to himself, and his brother Jason… Well, he’s Jason. Jason is clumsy and always seems to break things and get into trouble.
He nailed his hand to a beam on my second day here. Four days ago, he was holding a wall that Walker was trying to secure. A frog landed on his foot, and he screamed like a girl as he took off running.
It was the first time I ever saw Walker enraged. Before Walker could get the first nail in, the wall fell, taking out the wall Keith and Derek were working on, and leaving Alex hanging from a beam after it took out his ladder.
Walker said he would have gotten rid of Jason a long time ago, but he doesn't have the heart to do it. He's Keith's little brother, and they have no other family. All they have is each other. Without that job, Jason would have nothing.
Then we have Ryan and Alex. I don't know what they're doing working in construction. They should be models. Hairless, tan, chiseled bodies with bulging muscles everywhere, and tattoos that I'd love to trace with my fingers. They should be on the cover of a magazine, not on a construction site.
Walker looks like he belongs here. He's taller than everyone, with broad shoulders and more muscles than even Ryan and Alex, but with a rough, rugged look that fits this setting. He has dark brown hair with strands lightened by the Sun to a caramel color. It's long and flows past his shoulders in waves, and loose beach curls when it's down, though it's usually up when he's on the work site. He has a full dark beard that's kept neatly trimmed above his lips, and grows longer as it reaches his chin. His dark tan, muscular chest has a spread of hair that fades just before it reaches the collar.
My favorite part of the day is once the sun reaches high noon. Their shirts come off, and their tan, muscular bodies glisten with sweat.
I've caught myself drooling several times, and so have they. Ryan pays me no attention, but I swear Alex goes out of his way to look sexier.
It took no time for everyone to figure out I was gay. The surprising part is that no one seems to mind.
“All right, let's break for lunch,” Walker calls out, and my face lights up like a Christmas tree.
Alex frowns when he's no longer the center of my attention, but I'm sorry, as gorgeous as he is, food wins my heart every time.
I jumped down from the ladder and skipped after Walker. I follow him under the small tent where we eat our lunch every day. I bounce in place as he opens the cooler and reaches in. I'm already licking my lips, wondering what kind of sandwich he made for us today.
His lips tug up ever so slightly when he sees how excited I am. When he hands me my bag, I want to kiss his cheek to thank him. Somehow, I don't think he would appreciate that. He'd probably fling me across the work site if I tried.
I dropped down on the ground in front of Ryan and Alex and eagerly opened my bag. A moment later, Walker sits down beside me and leans back against the tree.
I squeal in delight when I see he made Italian subs. He even loaded it with all the toppings: lettuce, tomato, onion, and yellow pepper rings.
I was drooling as I tried to figure out how to handle this large beast of a sandwich. I may need a nap after eating the sucker! I thought, and then blinked and looked forward when someone wiped the side of my face. When I looked up, I saw Ryan laughing and shaking his head after wiping the drool from my mouth.
“I thought only Alex could make you drool,” Ryan said, and Jason snickered.
“You mean you and Alex. The poor thing drools as soon as you two take your shirts off,” Jason said, and I wanted to crawl into a hole.
It's embarrassing to be called out like that. My face was on fire, and the heat crept up my ears. I opened my mouth to say something, but closed it when I realized I didn't know what to say.
“Leave the kid alone. He loves his food,” Walker said, coming to my rescue. I glared at Jason as I scooted closer to Walker. Unfortunately, this little shit wasn't done with me.
“You mean he loves food and muscular topless men,” Jason said, and I sucked a sharp breath in.
The idiot laughed as I threw my pickle at him. As soon as I realized I wasted my pickle, I frowned.
“I'm just messing with you,” Jason said.
While his attempt at an apology was nice, it didn't make up for the fact that my pickle was now lying in the dirt.
I continued frowning as I stared at my pickle. I looked when I sensed movement in front of me. I looked down to find Walker placing his pickle on my plate.
In an instant, I was smiling again. I looked at Walker and once again fought the urge to kiss his cheek. He raised an eyebrow.
“Whatever you're thinking of doing, don't.” This unaffectionate man said.
“Thank you!” I settled for a verbal thank-you instead of a kiss. I didn't feel like learning how to fly today.
“Hey Tristan, you coming with us to the beach this weekend?” Jason asked.
I swallowed my bite and lifted my head.
“Huh? Oh, no. I don't swim, and I'm busy anyway.” I said, lying and telling the truth at the same time. I wasn't lying when I said I don't know how to swim. I don't have the slightest clue how to swim. Put me in deep water, and I'd sink to the bottom like a rock.
Am I really busy this weekend? No… I'm homeless! How in the world would I be busy? The only thing I have to do is wash my clothes at the laundromat in town.
I'm still sleeping outside, so I don't have a place to clean.
Don't get me wrong. I've thought about renting a hotel so I wouldn't have to sleep outside. But if I did that, I would be spending my money instead of saving it. If I save as much as I can, I'll be able to rent a place to live soon. I just have to save up enough for a security deposit and the first and last month's rent.
“Oh, well, suit yourself. We're all going except Walker. Walker wouldn't know fun if it slapped him in the face,” Jason said, and I giggled.
Walker swallowed his bite and paused as he looked at the ground between us.
“I'll go if you go. I can pick you up on my way,” Walker said, shocking everyone.
I must admit, it would be nice to see everyone outside of our work environment. Especially Walker. I wonder what he's like when he doesn't have to be serious all day. Is it possible this man smiles when he's not working? I wondered.
“You know, I think I can rearrange my plans. Ok. I'll go,” I said.
Walker simply nodded as he looked at his sandwich and took another bite. I, on the other hand, was excited. It's been a long time since I've done anything remotely close to fun.
I smiled, then took another bite of my sandwich.
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Tristan's POV I would like to say I'm not the least bit scared as we walk deeper into the forest, but I am. My heart is hammering against my ribs. I remember how painful it was to shift and how scared I was. I had no plans on trying that again anytime soon, but I couldn't say no when he looked at me like that.His thumb soothingly caresses my hand, His warm touch trying its best to keep my mind from spiraling. To further distract me, Walker keeps up a steady, light conversation, telling me different stories about how he learned the ins and outs of these woods growing up. It worked. I became enthralled listening to him, learning more about Walker, and how he became the man he is today. I smile as I look up at his handsome face, noting the soft smile as his eyes scan the woods. Every now and then, his eyes land on a spot, as if he's remembering a time when he stood there as a child or teenager. It made me feel all warm and fuzzy, watching him reminisce about his life and listening to
Tristan's POV Walker pulls me closer on his lap, his warm breath fanning my neck as he nuzzles the side of my face. My eyes are on the Elder, the one with the long white hair whose name I now know: Armand. The other eleven Elders move back to their seats as Armand steps to the edge of the stage. His piercing ice-blue eyes remain locked on Eric, who is desperately trying to disappear into his seat. “Eric Morris, you have lied to us.” The Elder's smooth voice is firm and echoes through the Hall. “Your lies caused Walker's outburst. Yes, he should have controlled himself, and his punishment was just, but it would never have happened if you had not lied. We do not tolerate lying in our house, especially when it could have cost someone their life and future. You lied, knowing what would happen to Walker KnightWolf if we had found him guilty. He would have received ten lashes for every death. That's 180 lashes. If he were still alive after that, he would have spent the next 360 years in
Tristan’s POV I cry hysterically as the braided leather whip snaps over and over again, the crack echoing through the speakers. I fight in Alex's hold, desperately wanting to go to Walker and stop them. Each time the whip snaps, it feels like it slices through my heart. I scream Walker's name through my tears, spit connecting my lips as they part to release his name with every bit of air my lungs hold. Kai pushes forward, and together with one final burst of energy, we break free from Alex's grasp. I don't think I've ever run so fast. I bolt from his arms and burst out of that room in a flash. I smell the scent of Walker's blood over the stench of hundreds of other Alphas, Betas, and Deltas as soon as I enter the Hall. But my steps don't falter; I run down the center aisle, screaming, “STOP! STOP!” My blood runs cold when my eyes land on Walker's back. Even from this distance, I can see the damage they've done and how bloody his back is. My legs carry me faster, and
** Please make sure your comments are on the correct chapter, or you can spoil what happens in the next chapter for readers who haven’t read it yet. ** ~§~ Tristan's POV I stare at the screen in shock. I can't believe what I am hearing. Why would Eric say that? How can he stand there and make up an entire relationship between his father and me? I force my eyes away from the screen when I sense someone approaching. I look to my left and find a small Omega slowly walking toward me. I look at Alex, but his posture remains relaxed; he doesn't seem fazed by the small person approaching me. I take a slow breath as I turn my attention back to the Omega. “Hi. I'm Scott,” The Omega says softly. His eyes are glued to the screens in front of me. He shakes his head, looking at the monitors with a heavy sigh. “That's so horrible. It's awful that big, bad Alpha forced himself on you, and now you're stuck with him.” My head snaps in his direction so fast I hear a faint crack in the back
Tristan's POVI knew we were going to have to speak in front of people, after all, that is what we came to the Elders' hall for, to tell them what happened. But what I wasn't prepared for was the large number of people. It looks like a packed Sunday mass. It's a large hall with row after row of wooden benches that look like they were straight out of a church. All the benches face a raised stage, and on that stage are twelve intimidating chairs. Each chair is identical, made out of thick, sturdy dark wood. They have large armrests and tall backs padded with deep red leather. The Elders look like royals sitting up there on their thrones, cold and intimidating.There are hundreds of people packed in the hall, and I have to walk down the center aisle with Walker. Every head turns in our direction as we make our way down the aisle. I feel hundreds of eyes on me, and it makes my skin crawl. A wave of nausea hits me, and it becomes hard to breathe. My heart races and I feel lightheaded. Th
Tristan’s POVLeaving Jamie’s room feels like pulling myself away from a delicate sanctuary. Seeing him today was an emotional disaster for my Alpha. The poor man didn't know what to do with two broken Omegas crying over each other's wounds. But I couldn't help the tears. It was devastating to see that happy, sweet little ray of sunshine looking so small in that hospital bed, and his delicate skin cut like that. My stomach twists just looking at the stitches tracking along his arms.And Jamie, bless his sensitive soul. He is such an empathic person. I've never seen someone look so heartbroken and devastated over the fading bruises on my face, especially when he is the one who was fighting for his life in those woods. He doesn't share a fated mate bond with me, yet I could not only see the worry on his face but also feel it vibrating in the air. I've never seen anyone sympathize with me like that outside of Walker. That sweet little Omega talked my ears off in a quiet, trembling voice







