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
BriThe next morning I slept through my alarm and had to rush to be dressed, and ready to go before Cody arrived to pick me up. Which meant throwing on a pair of leggings, an oversized t-shirt, and some sandals. I threw my hair up in a messy bun and went downstairs in time to see my parents just as they walked out the door to head to work. My mom gave me a quick hug, "I left some money on the counter. We are both going to be late again." I hugged her back, "Ok." And they were out the door. I ran into the kitchen, grabbed the money she had left, and no more than tucked it into my book bag when I heard the honk from Cody's car. Grabbing my bag, I ran out the door making sure to lock it, before closing it, and ran across the yard, climbing into the car. "About time...what are you wearing?" I rolled my eyes which I knew he hated, but really he just pulled up. It wasn't like he had been waiting long and what I was wearing was just fine. His hand shot out and grabbed my chin. His fingers du
DominicAfter dinner with my folks, I snuck out and shifted, running back to her house. Her scent grew stronger the closer I got, so I was not surprised to find her sitting outside. She was beautiful. She was concentrating on her sketchbook again. This time she had colors that she was using. I sat and watched her work for a long time before she looked up and saw me. Flipping the page of her book, she started drawing something else with a pencil for a while before using the colors again. I watched as they stained her fingers as she smudged at the page. After maybe another hour or so, she smiled down at the page she had been working on and then smiled at me. She was so fucking hot. I had to find a way to talk to her. Then she stood up, and the bruises on her leg were fresh and very noticeable. Maybe first, I will kill the motherfucker that marked her like that. I hadn’t noticed I growled as I stood up when she did until she looked terrified and froze. Quickly I lay down on the ground wi