It starts to drizzle as I make my way home. The warm rain mixes with my tears. My head is a jumbled mess of feelings, of warring emotions. Part of me wants to turn around and run back to my mate and never leave his side again. To tell him I’ve always loved him and I forgive him. To be together. I feel the intense rush of love for Slade, even now. But the other part of me is mad as hell and hurt beyond belief. And right now, that side is winning. Because my mate doesn’t want me. And he never did. And he never will.All these years I loved him, but he doesn’t feel the same. This mate bond was forced upon him unwillingly, and he doesn’t accept it. I accepted it long before I even fully understood it, I dreamed of my wolf, I loved him from afar, and when I saw him again, it all clicked and fell into place for me. Things felt right and made sense for the first time in a long time. But my mate left his home, his family, his whole damn life, to stay away from me for ten long years. Slade w
My sister grips the side of the tub and let’s out an exasperated sigh. I can’t help but smile.“You just really want to go into town today, don’t you?” I challenge her.Our original plans for today before I ran over Slade, was to hit Portland for a day of shopping and taking the cubs to an indoor play gym. River, Willow, Phoenix, and Celeste were all willing companions for today’s excursions, while Clay took more convincing. Little Nyx sealed the deal when he told the man-cub there was a foam pit where we were going. The pack won’t let she-wolfs leave the safety of Shadow Ridge without male escorts. I understand this rule is necessary as hunters often target them. Celeste was cleared to leave pack lands chaperoned within a year of her first shift at the age of twelve, because my sister learned remarkable control over her wolf early on. Many pubescent wolves are often grounded to pack lands for two to three years in their most volatile times, after their first merges until they maste
Needless to say, it isn’t easy to get any sleep in the healing cabin. Not just because I’m in pain, the cot beneath me is harder than the forest bed, but I can’t stop thinking about my mate. That look in Sloane’s eye when she accused me of denying the mating bond because she isn’t good enough, the tears I saw there. I hurt her badly though I never meant too. The guilt is fucking eating me from the inside out. Worst of all, there is some truth in her words. Much truth.But if anything, I’m the one who isn’t good enough for her. And now I don’t know how to make things right. I’m not sure my mate will ever forgive me and accept our bond. She was right to walk away. My pride has cost me nearly everything. The pain medications numb the bond, but it still hurts like hell. Because I already know the things my mate is feeling. Olive busies herself with tasks around the cabin. She checks up on me frequently and watches me with keen eyes. Though she doesn’t say much. The silence is thick. And
It’s hard to get some privacy not just living with a toddler, but also with a wolf pack. Nudity is not something that wolves give much thought too, it’s natural to them, so they have some issues with personal boundaries when it comes to being naked. Also, with their superior sense of smell, it’s hard to hide things from them which really sucks at times. They’ll know when someone is on their period, pregnant before the mother physically shows, when a she-wolf is in heat (thank God I’m excluded from that), can smell many sicknesses and diseases, when someone is turned on, or very strong emotions that trigger the release of hormones such as adrenalin, testosterone, or oxytocin. Wolves are like, living, breathing lie detector tests and private investigators rolled into one.So, my best friend Lark gives little thought to entering my bathroom while I’m still marinating in the tub. I lost most of my dignity and modesty a while ago. I still remember the first time a member of the pack other
I finish up lunch, and Lark volunteers to drop it off to Slade. I’m a bit anxious sending her near my mate and sharp objects. But I’m not ready to face him again just yet. Lark hasn’t seen her cousin in ten years so I’m sure they have some things to catch up on. Slade grew up nice, I’ll give that bastard that much credit. I’m glad he traded those brown spikes in for a sexy fade cut and the perfect amount of stubble along his sculpted jaw line, and those green eyes of his only got more bedroom worthy with time. Being his mate would be hard enough because the man looks like a fucking underwear model. And I look like a girl trying to play grown up, at times I feel like such an imposter in more ways than one.After lunch I force down, I have some cuddles with my baby while CeCe texts her friends and takes over the living room TV to watch bad reality shows. She gets a hold of Willow and River, and despite the events of last night, they decide to continue with our original plans, though la
Father stays by my sick bed for the next hour or so, filling me in on all the shit I’d missed over the past decade. Our pack has lost three elders to old age since I’ve been gone, and one young wolf before his time to an attack by an enemy pack while fighting over a she-wolf. Another brother fell to hunters on the other side of the country while visiting his first grandchild. I missed my own cousin’s return to the sky ceremony all those years ago, which showed a great disrespect to his memory. Wolfe gave his life to help rescue my mate and bring down the rogue responsible for so much pain and death. I have missed out on the last good years of my grandfather’s life. Wasn’t there to watch the start of the latest few little Ironclaws or see several cousins of mine go from cubs to shifted wolves receiving the moon’s full blessing or finding their mates. I am a terrible brother, grandson, son, cousin, and nephew. I have let so many down and I hardly know where to start to try and make th
At least my mate still wants me in our dreams. Last night was the best one yet, the tone different than the others. The sex was good, but in a different way, Slade was gentle, he spoke the words I so longed to hear in my ear as we made, sweet love. There was nothing savage or feral in it, he didn’t take me hard and fast, but nice and slow the whole time. Every kiss and touch were with purpose and he took his time. My mate made me feel treasured and loved and wanted like never before. And those feelings carry over when I open my eyes in the morning.I smile, despite the ache in my head from getting wine drunk the day before, and the sunlight streams onto my face from the open blinds. I feel bathed in light, warm, glowing, a woman in love. I bask in this moment, the joy, the fast thrum of my heart, the butterflies in my stomach, and I never want it to end. I never want these feelings to fade. I love him and he loves me. Mates, forevermore.Between my legs burn and ache in the most wonde
Anger burns in my veins. I’m sick and tired of these wolves trying to control me. To own me. Shadow Ridge will never really be my home and I will never be one of them. They will always see me as lesser and weak. And when I can no longer bear cubs, I’ll have no value to them at all. “What are you going to do Blaze? Prove what a big, strong wolf you are and hurt me? Well go ahead if you have something to prove. If not, then step aside because I have a patient to see.”Blaze takes a while to get back in control. But his breathing is still harsh, he stares me down, and continues to invade my personal space. But he has come back to his senses. Injuring me, considered family to the Alpha, sworn to be protected by the pack, would get him banished most likely. And everything the beta has worked for, all the wolves he’s trampled over to climb the ranks, will be in vain. His ego is bigger than his hate and need for revenge at the moment.“Your time is coming Sloane. You won’t always be under t