LOGINEDDIE’S POV.Sunlight streamed into my room, pouring right on my face.My fingers come up to my face, shielding my face from the harsh light. Someone gasps, dragging my attention to the floor of my room.I blink.Eight pairs of eyes blink back. “He’s awake.” Holls whispers,I groan, pulling myself to a sitting position. My room looks… different.No, my room is extremely different. “Hey guys, how long was I out?” I ask with a soft chuckle.The last thing I remember had been making out with Noah… Noah! He’s here.He’s staring at me, mouth opening and closing on it’s own. I start to flash him a smile when Holls slams into my body, tackling me back to my bed, Declan joins in, Stephen hovers at the edge of the bed. “Guys, he just woke up..” he chews his lips and rolls his eyes before Holls pulls him into the pile.Before I know it, I am laughing, and then crying because Holls is crying. Wiping the corners of my eyes, I listen to her tell me how scary it h
NOAH’S POV“Eddie!” the yelp tears out of my mouth before I could stop it, catching him right before his head hits the bed. My eyes are wide and panicked.I can’t feel anything.There’s no sort of pain, or emotion coming from him.Eyes shut to the world. To me. The Royal that barged into the room rushes to the bed, she peers at him for a second, and I move to hide him from her sight. She chuckles, someone who followed her in clears his throat.“Right. You’re Noah right? Holly, his best friend. His name is Stephen.” she says, gesturing to Eddie, his mouth parts slightly, a light snore floating into the air. The same mouth that was hell bent on driving me crazy, still slightly swollen from the kiss.“His best friend…” I mutter, there’s so much I don’t know about him yet.That can wait. Right now he’s… “Sleeping. He shifted for the first time, we know it takes a toll on our bodies, I slept for a full day after I shifted. And I heard he ran full sprint a
“Now’s not the time to joke around.” he scolds lightly, eyes roaming my body like he wouldn’t feel it himself if I was in any sort of pain.He sniffs, and suddenly he doesn’t look so macho anymore, he looks like an eighteen year old who just went through the most traumatizing of experiences. I feel like shit for putting him through this.“I’m fine now. I’m sorry I made you cry.” I whisper, still lacking the strength to do more than open my eyes. My hand trembles slightly reaching up to wipe the tears that streaked his face. Even if he was on top of me and my body was literally coming to life from the heavy skin contact, there was something very intimate about my fingers wiping at his face.“You scared the shit out of me.” he whispers.He felt everything I felt, including the desire to kill my father, he must have known I was no match for him. “I won’t do that anymore.” I whisper back to him.“You won’t even have the chance to. I won’t let you.” he shakes his head.I chuckle, but
Everything passes by me in a blur. So many smells fill the air, ones I was unable to distinguish before. The smell of despair hung heavily in the air, the sound of the people groaning in anguish, i can taste the blood hanging in the air. The blood of the innocents that had been shed because my father felt like. And I idolized this man.Blurring past the security guards, I follow his scent, his voice loud in the meeting room.He sat with his members of the court as I burst in. All twelve of them pause. Some of them jump in fright.My wolf is big, far bigger than the one of my father.I keep my eyes on my father, and suddenly I see him for who he truly was, not who I wished he was. He killed my mother.A pained howl slips from between Jet’s jaws. “Eddie?”My father narrows his eye, watching me, and then his eyes widen with glee when he figures out it’s his son. Another howl.He barks a laugh, climbing down from his seat.“You did it. I knew you could. We can now announce you to t
We hit the books after.He must have realized it after all, that nothing was going to work between us, and he’s given it up, which was fine by me. It wasn’t fine.It felt like someone had yanked my heart out of my chest right through my mouth, everything hurt and we haven't even severed our connection yet. I don’t read the book about mates anymore, it’ll only hurt to know every other person was tied to someone they could walk around with, but nit us. Instead I focus on my father’s history.He had become alpha after his father at age fourteen. The same age my books told me. His own father had died from heart break, his mate died during childbirth, and he had to step in. Fourteen is too young to be an alpha but he handled it.He was good to the people, the pack actually flourished. It was all good. The pack was as my textbooks described it. He was a good leader.Until he wasn’t. The book must have been recorded by a really honest record keeper, because every war, every single pers
Noah didn’t explain what he meant by that, he didn’t get the chance to, Declan met us on the rooftop and while I tried to jump away from him, he pulled me even closer to himself.“What are you guys up to?”“I’m taking him to the library.” Noah nodded to me, who’s heart was definitely beating with the intention of slipping through my mouth. Jet is presses against my mine, and I can hear him, for the first time ever. You’d think he would be excited to talk, instead, he keeps repeating one word over and over. ‘Mine.’I know he’s yours. Keep it down! I hiss into my mind, my wolf ignores me, living only for his other half inside Noah’s body. “You’re in luck, I have something to do at the library as well.”“That’s not luck.” Noah deadpans.Declan blinks at him, brows raised in question as he looks at me.“You guys aren’t fighting today, that’s good.”I shrug, unable to speak for fear that my heart would find the opening and jack hammer out of me. Noah turns with his arm on my shoulde







