Jax’s POV:
(At the same time as the wedding takes place and Amelia is being reborn.)Today’s her wedding, and it’s driving me insane. The word about Drake finally marrying his mate spread fast, striking me hard. Although he’s shielding her from the world and especially me, he made sure everyone would know the mighty Alpha is finally marrying. An official Luna at his side will only strengthen his packs position even more.His mate…… I want to punch and shred anything getting in my way right now, just for him claiming her to be that. She’s my mate, and after all the attempts I have made to come closer up to her and the way he’s doing everything in his power to prevent it, shows me he must know it too.I’m not sure about his reasons. Maybe he wants to weaken me and my pack even more by not letting me have my soulmate. Other than that, it doesn’t make much sense. Then again, even before I saw her from afar on that life changing day, I knew he’s done everything to keep her secluded. Everyone knows it.Through my sources, I know why she thinks he's her mate, which only makes me hate him even more.Time after time I’ve tried getting close to her, but I have been failing miserably.We’ve been attacking the borders for days again, trying to find a weak spot, to strike at the right moment. But their defence is sadly way too good. There have been rumours that Amelia herself has a major part in building up their defence. Does she even know, she’s building her own trap? Does she know this is how he’s holding her captive? Not that she’d realise she’s captivated.It hurts so badly, not being able to get closer to her. I crave being with her so bad that it’s driving me insane.I pace back and forth through the room, trying to figure out what to do.My sources have shown me everything, and I know I have to wait for the right time. But it’s driving utterly insane.Suddenly, my wolf tenses, and I feel all agitated. She’s in total distress, I can feel it through the connection. She’s totally panicked. Something has changed. Things have shifted.While I could feel her all along, this feels different now. It’s as if a door has been opened, that has been closed on me before. An extremely strong source of power comes through the onesided connection.Is this it? Is it happening? Is this the time of her rebirth? Will she remember everything?I feel like I’m going out of my mind right now. Without it being under my control, I shift into my wolf form and start running for the border. My Beta is hot on my heels, trying to hold me back, but I keep shaking him off, partially even snapping at him. My wolf is out of control longing for his mate.“Brother, back down,” I hear him warn me.But every rational thought seems to have gone lost with her being so distressed. Did something happen during the wedding? Or is this finally what I’ve been waiting for?“She needs me,” I growl at him, while he’s trying to hold me back.We’re shortly before the border as I feel her relax a little. But there’s a lot of confusement on her side. With my Beta still trying to prevent me from crossing the border, I slow down a little.“We’re trying to get through, I promise we'll find a way. But let our warriors take care of that. Don’t be blindsided and run into a trap yourself. You know he wants you dead. Don't make it this easy for him.”With Amelia slowly calming down a little, I’m able to think a little more rational. He’s right. We’ve been trying and pushing for days. If I keep running like this out of my mind, I’m not going to achieve anything.I come to a halt right at the borders.“I need to send her a sign,” I tell him breathless, already knowing what it has to be.Both of us know whom to contact for that, and he nods in agreement. With a plan at hand, I reluctantly turn on my heels, throwing one more glance towards the border at the woods.This is finally happening.Familiar air fills my nostrils, soothing my senses. Soft, warm sheets engulf my body, the mattress underneath me bedding me in the most comfortable way. I pull the covers up a little more, snuggling into them, not ready to open my eyes just yet.Enjoying the moment I take a deep breath but suddenly feel as if my throat is closing up. Desperate for air, my hands start clawing at my throat, I can hear myself gurgling. I try to scream, but nothing comes out. Total anxiety flushes my body, I’m dying, and I can clearly feel it, there's no doubt.Screams fill the air as I sit up abruptly in bed, gasping for air. My entire body is covered in a thin sheet of cold sweat. Lifting my hands to my throat, everything is normal. Besides of my accelerated breathing, I am able to breathe totally normal.The door bursts open, and rushed feet make their way towards me. “Amelia, has something happened? I heard a scream.” I look up into the alerted eyes of Drake, who is now leaning over my bed.Confused,
In the afternoon I have enough of staying in bed. Admitted I feel a little nauseous, but at this point, I can’t even say if it’s from my head or from the unsettled feeling deep within the pit of my stomach.Ever since I woke up, I can’t seem to shake off that nightmare. Even if I am only able to remember bits and pieces, my body is still on edge, totally alerted. My throat feels sore, and my body and mind are restless.I try to convince myself that the nightmare simply is a result of my sore throat. It felt so damn real. It must have something to do with it.Did I catch a cold before the wedding? Werewolves don’t really catch a normal cold like humans do, but as I’m different in every other way, perhaps even this is different. Maybe I should go to the healer. Perhaps he can check it out and tell me what's wrong with my throat.Was there anything unusual before the wedding? No matter how hard I try, I can’t really remember. It seems like everything is so long ago and these small detail
As soon as the door closes shut behind us, I get this irrational feeling of fear again. In long, fast strides, Drake moves towards our bed and sets me down onto it. Feeling the softness underneath my body, I relax a little, but I’m unable to look up at my mate.Even the word mate doesn't feel right.Instead, my gaze averts to his feet, which are now moving up and down, tipping the front to the ground in a restless manner. Besides of, two people breathing heavy and the tipping of the feet, the room stays silent. He’s not yelling at me. Seeing as he’s staying put in his place right in front of me, but not yelling, I know he must be really angry. The heavy breathing is the evidence of it and him trying to keep it at bay.Drake is ruthless and scary in every single way. He shreds our enemies into pieces without second thoughts. Yet he would never ever touch me in the wrong way. No, the opposite actually, he treasures and protects me like the most precious gem. So why am I fearing him righ
The day only seems to croach along slowly. Being isolated in my room isn’t the thing that really matters to me. I like to be alone and away from the observant eyes of the pack, only waiting for me to fail again.A lot of them know that I work hard for the pack. In the background I’m the one to work on major business deals, prepare all the papers, and work out plans. Just as our defence. But Drake is the executive to these works. Working in the background is way better and safer for me. Despite how complicated it would be if any of our allies and business partners would find out I’m actually a rogue.On events in our packhouse, Drake always makes sure to keep me safe and far enough away from others to attack me. Some of them have seen my face from afar, but that’s about it.To be honest, after hearing in how much danger I’d be if I got any closer, it makes me rather keep the distance anyway.But right now, I feel bored to the bones. No work, no James or Alana to talk to, nor my books a
My entire body shakes violently as I hunch over and puke, while a mass of images, memories, and feelings flood my body.John rushes to my aid, giving me a bowl that was placed in my room just in case I felt sick from the concussion. Patting my back softly, he tries to whisper soothing words, none of them I’m even able to comprehend.My body is overwhelmed by everything rushing in on me. Everything I wasn’t able to understand in the last day now comes to a sense.Every single moment of the last five years fills my mind. Again, I claw at my throat as I feel water fill my lungs, and I’m unable to breathe. My eyes bulge, and in horror, I look up at John right in front of me, my eyes desperately pleading him for help. I’m drowning, while every inch of my body hurts the in the worst way.“Shhhhh…..It will soon be over," I can now hear him whisper soothingly. “You’re going to be fine.”Images of me in the dungeon flash through my mind, and it feels like my bones are breaking all over again.
Being alone in our room with him freezes me on the spot. Every word said, every action, everything that has just happened shoots to my mind, making it impossible to think about anything but these things.Drakes arms wrap tightly around me from behind, and instantly, I tense at his action. My wolf wants to push him away, but I hold her back. “Are you ok, Amelia?” he asks while placing a soft kiss on my shoulder and another on top of my head.The fact that he hasn’t shredded me to pieces yet proves John’s words to be right, Drake hasn’t heard a thing, despite noticed anything. If he has, then he’s extraordinary in acting. Which, let’s face it, he really is. I mean, all of these years I believed in his love, believed in every single word he said. There was no hint of his lies whatsoever.“Amelia?” He speaks up again now with a little concern in his voice. Get your act together, girl. Don't let him feel it. You can make this. Be as good as he is in acting, I tell myself, little convinced
Luckily, Drake was called out to an emergency pack duty, shortly after the bedroom encounter last night, and hasn’t been back since. He says someone is trying to attack the border constantly at the moment.My hopes go up that it might be the Blood-moon pack.If Drake had stayed much longer in the bedroom last night, I’m not sure how long I could have held the acting up.All night, I tossed and turned in my bed. My mind is still trying to wrap around all of the events and how to deal with it best, especially my emotions. Keeping everything inside of me without going wild like a rogue and killing anyone passing my way seems to be a real task. If I was able to shift right now, I’m not sure I could have held back at all the moment when everything came back to me. She's there. It’s an on and off, but I can’t feel anything even close to being able to shift. Just her thoughts and emotions, and there’s an incredible power on and off. Even if I tried to avoid going anywhere near the pack, an
My bail is rising, and my wolf is growling deep inside. I need to focus on not letting anything slip.“We’re taking her to the healer," Jenny replies self-confident instead of me.“And who gave you the permission to speak up?” Alana lashes out, eyeing Jenny up and down. Has she always been this bitchy? Was I too blind to even notice this?Jenny cocks her head up, and I can see she’s about to retort but before she can get herself into any more trouble, I jump in.“They’re escorting me to the healer. He wanted me to come to the praxis today for an x-ray and further check-ups.” I tell her truthfully and just wish for her to disappear already."Can we kill her?" My wolf nearly pleads, and I have to tell her inwardly to stop wanting to kill people. She seems very blood firsty.“Then why wasn’t I informed? And why are they escorting you instead of me or one of the others?” It used to only be Alana, James, and me. It didn’t occur to me that she could mistrust this situation.“There were some