Thank you for your patience with my slow updates, I will have more this weekend. Thank you as always for reading!
~Harley’s Point of View~Jaxson paces so badly in my head I swear he’s going to wear a hole in our brain. I sigh as I rub my chin for the tenth time. “I need you to get word to my father, it’s the most urgent possible thing. Tell him exactly what I said,” I whisper, glaring at the male who is likely on drugs. He’s clearly tweaked out on something, I can only pray he’ll keep it together long enough to make it home. “I’ve got it Alpha Harley, I won’t let you down,” he says, nodding and turning to shift.“That remains to be seen,” I grumble, and blow out a hard breath. I take my time walking back, trying to figure out what the hell I’m going to do. What a fine fucking mess Dakota made. But I have to treat everything as an opportunity, and this can’t be any different. It’ll be a tight line to walk though, and I have to remember that I represent my pack. Anything I do reflects on them. Pissing off the royals should probably not be on my agenda but here we are. Only an idiot would proba
~Dakota’s Point of View~ “Do I… get a trial or something,” I ask, just above a whisper. A male with a pen and clipboard glares up at me and even though I know he’s no one important, I’m still terrified of him. “A trial? When there were many witnesses all of whom will say it was you? When our own examiner noted your scent all over his majesty? When his blood was on you,” the male says, looking at me like I’m an idiot. I bit my lip as a brick sinks in my belly. I’m still feeling Dex’s pain, I’m constantly sweating and Laney is pissing me off like never before. “I guess I just thought…” I start to say, but instead I blow out a hard breath and fall back on the bench.I have nothing to say that’s helpful. “The King will be here in the morning. Apparently there are many crimes you’re wanted for and this is just the beginning of our investigation,” he says, sticking his nose in the air and turning to walk out. The cameras. The plotting. So many males out here know. They know it wa
~Prince Atlas’ Point of View~ My father eyes me, pissed off that I’m here. That I’m intervening. He’d likely have come here, slashed everyone’s throats and left feeling like he did something. What good would that do? Not to mention the talent we’d lose for an entire generation. But that’s already just about what Blood Creek does anyhow. I’m not at all blind to the fact that the entire shifter world basically hates the royal family. I’ve spent time out in packs, hiding my identity. I know what people think. We’re stuck up, rich assholes with a God complex. Describes Caspian to a T at any rate. I look down at the young female in my arms, and curse this entire mountain. The Alpha war is the most stupid, barbaric and antiquated thing imaginable. Maybe hundreds of years ago when people were fighting for land and resources it was necessary. But everyone does pretty well now, and they sure as hell don’t need to do this. This beauty in my arms didn’t need to be here. The males that are cl
~Dakota’s Point of View~ “Hold the phone there partner, so what exactly was happening to me at the time my brain was somehow so deprived of oxygen that I passed out and now can’t remember who the hell I am,” I snap, pointing at the three males staring at me. Not a single one looks familiar and it pisses me off more! Suddenly, I grab the blanket over my body and move to throw myself out of bed. Just as I plant my feet on the floor and push to stand, my legs don’t quite work and I immediately fall back down. But that’s the least of my worries! “I’m naked! What the fuck! Turn around all of you right now or I’ll have your balls in a jar,” I shout, as I reach for the blanket and quickly wrap it around me. All three do exactly as I asked, and I stick my nose in the air for good measure. They’re all dressed, did they conveniently forget me?! “Now… where is the bathroom? It better be close… ooooohh ohh,” I moan, as I shove my thighs together. One of them points to an open door and I
~Harley’s Point of View~ “I can’t believe I’m saying this shit but we gotta get this fucker to wake up,” I groan, looking down at Dex the douche. “You hate this guy though! He’s trying to take your girl,” Mitch says, dumbfounded. My wolf stirs in the back of my mind, antsy and pissed. All I know is, we need all the help we can get if we’re going up against the royals. A male that’s just as determined to get to Dakota as I am is the help I need. Though all logic tells me I can’t do this without my father’s permission. Without him sanctioning a literal raid on the fucking royal palace. How did we get here? It’s also not at all lost on me that she could very well choose Dex. See him as the hero. Afterall, it seemed like that was the direction things were going in. However, even if I somehow don’t come out of this with Dakota in my arms, the upside is… if there could be one, that they’ll mate and she’ll go off to wherever. Leaving her pack with a huge opening for leadership. None of
~Dakota’s Point of View~ “I just really don’t feel like I would have put all my eggs in the Atlas basket,” I say, making a face in the mirror as a lady tugs on my dress. I’m not built for a dress and I hate it! I literally feel as if I’m about to explode into a rage. Just get married, pop out babies. Not having any life of my own, no real purpose? Is being a mom truly my only purpose? It can’t be. I’m more than my womb damn it! “I don’t follow…” Abbey says, making a face as she looks up from her book. I scoff at a bow on my chest as if it personally did something to offend me. I grab it, throw it to the floor and stomp on it. “Excuse me,” the dressmaker scolds. Abbey is instantly on her feet and in her face. “That is our next Queen you just raised your voice to servant,” Abbey shouts, as I watch the woman, who is easily three times Abbey’s age, cower and fall to her knees. My jaw falls at the spectacle. I shake my head and claw at the dress, ripping it in various places until
~Dakota’s Point of View~ “What the hell is wrong with your face,” the King snarls, just before shoving a load of food in his mouth. I instinctively touch my cheek and it feels too familiar, like I’ve done it a thousand times. I don't quite know how I knew it, but before I even looked in a mirror I knew it was there. I may not know my name but I can't forget something like that. A dark birthmark covering the bottom half of my cheek and the top of my neck, it's pretty noticeable. I narrow my eyes at the dude, and I’m close to telling him he looks like a barbarian, a caveman and more so an asshole. My eyes blink rapidly as the words are lost on my tongue. He shovels another fork full in his mouth like it's a miniature shovel and dribbles land all in his beard. Something in my stomach flips, nearly making me lose my appetite. “Yes we will have to see what we can do about that, everyone will talk if you are to stay here. It's a bad omen for our kind and we can’t let the public see,” t
~Dex’s Point of View~ What would you do if you had the freedom to choose your life, not the life everybody wants for you? You’d pick the one you want, of course… in a perfect world. But for me, freedom right now is nearly too much to bear. Freedom. What a word. Technically I can move, nothing is restraining me. I’m healed enough to freely get around without assistance. No where close to ready to fight, or to try and shift to run home. *Get that shit out of your head,* Kent shouts. I blow out a hard breath, and shake my head at the three males in front of me fighting like dumb pups. I know they have a ton of energy with nowhere to direct it, it isn’t their fault. But still, we’re supposed to be the best of our packs. Not some morons scrapping for a lame bet they just made that means nothing. For a couple of days I’ve tried like hell to get word to my pack, since I have no clue if they know what’s going on. But finding a messenger right now is proving impossible, at least one that