ВойтиThe last thing Miranda thought when she responded to a prison pen pal request was to find true love. Joel, well, he was only hoping to pass time and maybe if he was lucky, he'd find someone to have a little fun with after doing ten years of hard time in the state penitentiary for a crime he committed when he had just barely turned eighteen years old. He had been hardened by the things he'd seen and the experiences of imprisonment and no longer believed in lovey dovey fairy tales or happily ever after. So hardened in fact, that he knew women only led to one thing-trouble. Not even a good girl like Miranda would break him ever again. Not with her long dark hair, those hypnotizing amber-eyes, and definitely not those full lips that would look so good…nope, nope, nope. What neither one expected was to find the perfect balance of emotional and physical attraction. Can Miranda's persistence and commitment soften and heal Joel's untrusting heart or will Joel break Miranda in ways she has never experienced before? This is the first book of three in the Locked-Up Lovers series. Enjoy!
Узнайте большеChapter One-The Hope That Broke Me
Nora’s POV I stared at the cracked mirror, brushing down the pale blue dress I borrowed from the kitchen maid. It was nothing fancy. My hair was pinned back. No makeup. My shoes didn't even match. But I still smiled. Because tonight, I wasn’t just any girl. I was his. Alpha Kade. My friend. It had been a secret. He said it wasn't the right time to tell anyone, and people wouldn't understand that an omega couldn't be Luna yet-but soon, very soon. He'd be holding me in his arms and whispering, "Soon, Nora. Just wait for me." So I waited. And tonight, in front of the whole pack, he would finally say my name. In my trembling hands I clutched the pendant he had given me, a small silver moon-the only thing I truly possessed. My hands shook, but my heart was full. He wouldn’t betray me. He couldn’t. Not after everything we shared. Not after all the nights spent in his arms, thinking maybe… maybe I was finally enough. Lights twinkled across the hall. Music. Laughter. Warriors were dancing with their mates. She-wolves in silk dresses were twirling around the open floor. No one noticed when I slipped inside through the back. But my eyes searched for him. There. Alpha Kade. Standing proud. Cold. Perfect. In a black suit with silver buttons that gleamed under the light. He looked around the room—and then… his eyes met mine. I waited for a smile. For the nod For anything which had said, "I see you." But he looked away. Just like that. I frowned. Perhaps he was nervous, perhaps all an act for the onlookers. I moved closer. But I do catch a glimpse of my best friend. Clara. I moved closer, my heart pounding. She was standing beside him… as if she belonged there. Her dress was deep red, her hair curled just right, and her lips were painted like blood. She smiled at him. Then he smiled back. My heart stopped. Kade raised his hand. "Tonight," he said, "I will name the one chosen by the Moon Goddess to be my mate… and Luna of the Shadowfang Pack." I reached for my pendant once more. Please. Please let it be me. He stepped aside. Clara stepped forward. And he took her hand. I couldn’t breathe. What? No. No. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t real. "This," Kade said, "is the she-wolf I have chosen." The room erupted in cheers. But all I could hear was the sound of my world breaking. Clara turned her head and looked right at me. She knew. She knew everything: she was the one I told about the kisses, the late-night visits, the promise of tonight. She knew. And she still took him. My legs moved before my mind caught up. I stepped into the open. “Kade,” I whispered, “what are you doing?” His jaw clenched. I took another step. "You said I was yours. You said… “I never said anything,” he snapped, his voice cold as ice. A couple of people stared after him. “You’re lying,” I choked out. “We—we were together. You… “That was a mistake,” he said. “A game.” Tears welled up my eyes. "But the bond. You felt it. You marked me—" He laughed. "Mark you? An omega?" His eyes were cruel. "You really believed you were anything more than a warm body?" I flinched. “You were convenient,” he said sharply. “That’s all.” The crowd gasped. Clara didn’t bat an eyelid. "I, Alpha Kade of Shadowfang Pack, reject you as my mate." The room spun. No. Please, no. “You're not worthy. You're not Luna. And from this moment on… you're nothing.” I shook my head, choking on sobs. “You loved me… "No," he said coldly. "I used you. Now up to you guards, drag her out. I ran. Out of the hall. Into the cold. Past the people who laughed. Past the guards who turned their faces. Nobody stopped me. Nobody cared. Not even him. Not even her. I fell at the edge of the forest, on my knees, and the mud swallowed them in. The moon above was watching in silence, much like a witness. I clutched my necklace and screamed. Not for him. But for the version of me who had believed. Who had trusted. Who had loved too much. And so with the wind whistling through the treetops, I whispered through shattered lips- “Why did you give me to him, Moon Goddess… why?”Joel POV Sometimes people get second chances. It is my experience that it is rare and doesn't at all follow the cliches we always hear about getting a do-over. ‘As long as you have breath in your body, you still have time for another chance..’ ‘Every moment of your life is a second chance…’ These are absolutely not true. Second chances take a lot more than just being able to suck in air. They take time and commitment to change. They take willpower and gratitude at the highest level. Often, people are given a lot more than just second chances, they are given chance, after chance, after chance. Then, after repeated forgiveness from others, they feel entitled and rarely change, leaving their people frustrated and regretful. Not me! I was given an opportunity for a life, for love and I knew exactly what was offered. That is why I grabbed it with both hands and refused to let go. I refused to let her go. Some may even say I have become dependent upon Miranda for my happiness. To
Joel POV It has been a busy week. Since I arrived on short notice, Miranda was unable to get time off work because they are finishing up her current project apparently with some sort of rush due to funding. I know she will do great, and she can easily get a new job with how smart she is, but she is nervous, nonetheless. As for me, I didn't want to get stuck sitting in front of the television waiting for her to get home every day so I called up Jim’s Construction after learning he was having trouble with current employees calling out. I told him that I was available to help for the week and he took me up on my offer and I've been busy every day. He does mostly small jobs-building sheds and shops, home additions, and even some decks. I wasn't sure Jim would want me to work for him after learning about my past, but he was supportive, mentioning that his brother had spent some time in prison and that everyone deserves a second chance. I also had to make sure I mentioned it to Mr. Bar
Miranda POV I wake up early and dig around in Joel’s suitcase for something comfortable to wear. Settling on one of his oversized Virginia Cavaliers hoodies, I throw on my stretch pants and head down to the lobby. If I’m going to make it through this day, I am definitely going to require high doses of caffeine. Since Joel is here in Alaska and there is no doubt that his place in my life is not faltering, he needs to meet my people-at the very least my mom, my brother, and Amanda. I text Amanda to meet me at my house at one o’clock. That will give us plenty of time to check out, grab some breakfast for Joel, and get back to my house to meet her. Then, I figure I might as well kill two birds with one stone, so I text Mik as well, inviting him over for a late lunch. I know he’ll come if there’s food involved, and I can grab a pack of tacos from the food truck that parks down the road from my house. The hotel’s tea collection is weak, and their coffee is stale, but I guess it will d
Joel POV I wanted to just head straight to the airport and run home but I just couldn't do it so I found myself driving to the hotel I had listed on my travel pass and checking in at the front desk. I felt exhausted, mentally, emotionally, and even physically from I can't even remember how many hours of uncomfortable traveling over the last twenty-four-hour period. I wasn't mad. Well, maybe I was mad at myself for trusting someone again. But not mad at Miranda; I don't know that I'd feel differently if I were in her shoes. “Checking in. I have a reservation. Joel Johnson.,” I say as I approach the front desk of the hotel lobby. I look around and notice the hotel is fairly nice with a definite Alaska feel to it. The furniture is rugged with red plaid accent pillows and the main centerpiece is a giant stuffed grizzly bear. I might be impressed if I wasn't so tired. There’s a kid behind the desk and I’m guessing he can't be over eighteen. “Without looking up from the computer he
Miranda POV My mind keeps wandering back to the letter I received even after I completed my nightly routine of taking care of my dog’s needs and chatting up Amanda so she doesnt run off and do something crazy, like call over some stranger she met on social media. Ever since her break up with her
Miranda POV “What are you doing here? I thought you had the week off, “ I tell my boss, Nancy, as she walks into my office. I was really looking forward to having a week without anyone bothering me. I can get so much more done without the constant distraction of small talk and meetings that tak
Joel POV Shotgun moved over to sit on my bed and I draped a blanket like a curtain from the top bunk. I then stretched a sheet across the front of the cell, blocking most of the view from the cell door window in case a female CO walked by. I stripped off my clothes, soaped up my washcloth, and st
Joel POV “Johnson, you got mail.” I hear the CO (correction officer) say as he shoves an envelope through my cell bars. The envelope hits the concrete floor face up and I turn my head on my pillow enough to notice what appears to be female hand writing on a standard white envelope. “I’m surprise


















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