AlisonStanding there listening to Alpha Nikolai suggest that I wasn’t going to be allowed to leave, and they planned to use me for things I have fought not to happen to me in my life. I am not going to lie. It was hard to control my wolf. Handing my baby girl to her father was the only way I knew to not only protect her but him. If they were going to allow her to leave, then he was the one to leave with her. He would keep her safe. Once she was safe in her father’s arms, my wolf pushed forward, giving a warning growl. One that was cut off by Damion looking over at me with a warning in his eyes but also a warning not just to me but to Bryce through our link. “Not yet. Both of you need to calm down.” A quick glance at Bryce told me his wolf was not a fan of what was being said either. But at Damion’s command, we were both able to pull our wolves back and stay calm while he handled things. Which, if I haven’t said before, he was a damn good Alpha. He looked so calm and collected. His
OwenI don’t know how he made it happen. But by the time we returned home, Damion had already had everything we would need delivered to the house. The only thing he had the guys set up was a bassinet that was placed in Alison and my room. Everything else was left in their boxes and left in one of the two empty rooms in the house. Allowing us to decide which room would be Hopes and allowing us to be the ones to set it up how we wished it to be. That, of course, didn’t stop him or Bryce from coming over in the coming days to help get everything put together and set up. But I was grateful for the courtesy of allowing us to make the decision on colors and whatnot. Though it wasn’t hard to decide that our baby Hope was going to be anything other than a princess. Being a father was definitely something I didn’t think would be in my cards after everything that happened in my past. And now I don’t know that my life would have been whole if I had never met Alison and she wasn’t the mother to
AlisonWith Owen and the babies secure, I made my way out of the house. The howels were close by. From the communication coming through the pack's link, the fight was moving in my direction. With a sigh, I made my way off the porch, letting my wolf take over. Moving in the direction of the closest fight was. It didn't take long to recognize who was crossing into our territory. I had spent weeks learning every marking on the wolves that patrolled near the cabin Adam held me at. They left us alone for over a year. And now they wanted to take their revenge. It was slightly maddening. They could have done this sooner. But I would not allow them to go farther into the territory. Joining the worriers that were already there, I helped fight them off. After everything that happened, I have spent even more time training with the rest of the pack. Learning to protect not only myself but everyone else around me. My wolf was strong. We knew this. Not just because she has done what she needed to
Part one: It was late, the moon high in the sky. The sun had gone down hours ago. I knew this day would come though I wished it never would. We had done our best to hide that our latest child was a girl. Daughters born to an alpha were born cursed. They were born with the power of an alpha but could never lead. The council would never allow it. Instead, the power they held was used to birth even more powerful male heirs. Once found out that a daughter was born to an alpha, she would be a target for all other alphas. It didn’t matter to any others if their sons were not her destined mate. All that mattered was she could be used to breed strong offspring. My poor baby girl. I had hoped she would have had a chance to grow up living with her family. I wish she could have the chance to know her family and how much they cherish her. To have a chance at finding her mate and living a happy life. It was all a father could hope for his baby girl. But I should have known that life would not in
BriI have always felt different, like I didn't belong. Like maybe I was switched at birth or something. I looked nothing like my parents. My father had light brown skin, dark brown eyes, and black hair. My mother had an olive skin tone, light brown eyes, and dark brunette hair. And then there was me with my pasty white skin, baby blue eyes, and naturally, beach blonde hair. I mean, how does that even happen? My father says I got it from his mother, who passed away well before I was born. And conveniently enough, the only pictures of her anyone can find are in black and white. But even so, I think he is full of crap. Her hair looks pretty well dark, and well, I don't entirely buy it. But they are my parents. Why would they lie about something like this? Besides, it's not just with my family that I feel like I don't belong. I never really fit in at school. I was never really picked on or anything like that. I just felt like I wasn't one of them. And well, everyone else pretty well sta
Dominic Being a family of rogues meant we moved around a lot. It got annoying. Worst of all, my mother still insisted I attend school. She said it would help keep things as normal as possible. I disagreed with that but went because it made her happy. And when mom was happy, dad was happy. For rogues, we did pretty well, though. For one, we were all still together. That was rare for a rogue family. I contributed that to my father's job. He did IT work for a company that was all too happy to let him work from anywhere he wanted as long as he had access to a computer. Which made moving around easy, and no one ever questioned it. And even though my mom didn't need to work, she always seemed to find a place looking for a waitress, no matter where we went. It was her way of being part of our new community and helping to make us seem as normal as possible.I hoped we would have been able to stay in one spot long enough to finish my last year of high school, but the kids from the pack nearby
DominicI was split between staying and watching her or following Sir Asshat and teaching him a lesson. My choice, however, was made for me when my phone rang in my pocket, and my father's number popped up on the screen. "Hello?" I answered as I watched the Douchebag drive off. "Your mother will have dinner ready soon. She had a bad day, so make sure you are home in time to eat with her." I sighed, "alright, I will be there soon." My mother loved being a waitress. However, people are assholes, and some days after working all day, she would come home and cook everything we had in the house. It was her way of dealing with stress. She wouldn't necessarily eat much of what she cooked or baked, but it calmed her. Hanging up, I watched the beauty that is my mate go inside and shut the door before kicking my bike back on and pulling back out onto the road. It didn't take long for me to get to the house we were staying at. In fact, it only took a few minutes to drive the five or so miles bet
Bri Walking into the house, I was glad my parents weren't home. I didn't feel like listening to another lecture about how Cody wasn't good for me and that I needed to find someone that treated me better. It was the same every night they were home. Between dad being a lawyer and mom being a doctor, their schedules got pretty busy, which meant late nights. When I was little, I had a nanny, but now that I was older, I was left to my own devices. I set my backpack down not far from the front door so that I could grab it on my way out in the morning. Then walked into the kitchen to grab something to eat. I pulled the note my mother left me off the front of the fridge. It said the same as it always does, "dinner in the fridge, your father and I are working late. Don't wait up. Have a good day. Love mom and dad." I opened the fridge to find a large container of chicken curry and white rice. I pulled them out and dished some up, heating it in the microwave for a few minutes. I sat and ate a