***Bonus Chapter****Anna POV*Tilly looks perfect in her usual oversized top and scuffed up jeans. If I would have had it my way, that girl would be in the most expensive lace dress Onyx could muster up, but that wouldn’t be her. That would be me dressing her and honestly…She looks just as good right now as she would in any dress. It’s not the clothing she is wearing that makes it, but the smile on her lips that I am certain will remain there until the end of our days. It wasn’t easy keeping this secret from her, but damn, was it worth it. Onyx looks at her like our wolves look at the moon. She is more than his mate but his everything, and damn it, she deserves it. I think when the Goddess made their union; she knew Tilly would need a little extra from her mate. She and Onyx dance as the rest of the party guests leave, heading home just as the sun rises. It was one long ass party, that is for sure, and I am exhausted. Ty’s hand slides into mine, lifting it to his lip and pressing a
*Onyx POV** SIX YEARS LATER*Tilly’s leg bounces nervously in the seat next to me as I chuckle to myself, shaking my head. She instantly shoots me an annoyed glare. In six years, I still can’t get enough of her, annoyed or not. Hell, sometimes I prefer her annoyed. It makes for a very fun game of groveling at the end of the day. Her glare slowly morphs into a hidden smile as my emotions transfer to her. “Stop it.” She hisses and I shake my head, looking at the road before us.“I didn’t do anything,” I laugh.“I can feel you being amused and…stuff. It’s like you don’t even care about me and my feelings.” She fakes a whine, her lips turning into a big pout, and I growl in my chest. “Oooh, Oh I promise you, I care VERY much about feeling you. Uh, I mean your feelings.”She groans and presses her head on the back of the headrest. “You know how…” She pauses and looks behind her at the perfect five-year-old little boy we created who watches us intently. Then she looks back at me, her ch
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~Tilly POV~“Matilda May. Third born of the top warriors in the pack, Greta and Harold, is cordially requested to train at the Warriors Elite at the bidding of Alpha Jeremiah of the Cursed Moon Pack.” My younger brother, Beckham, reads aloud in awe. He pauses for dramatic effect and I groan, covering my head with the blanket on my bed.“She is to report to the main road with only one piece of luggage, no later than ten the night of June sixth. If Ms. May is late, we will retrieve her, willing or not, to fulfill her duty to her pack and the whole of the werewolf cities collaborations,” he continues, his expressive voice growing more grim with every line.My life hasn’t been terrible. Honestly, it’s pretty okay. I have absent parents I disappoint on a daily basis, but my best friend is killer and my younger brother is the sweetest person ever. My two older brothers are assholes, but that’s not reserved exclusively for me. That’s just their personality trait. I’m about eighty percent sur
Chapter 2:The rogue stares at me for a long second before surging forward. I squeal in fear as I narrowly dodge his clawing hands. The man growls in annoyance as I move around the kitchen table, doing my best to keep the large wooden furniture between us. Beckham moves to make his way to me but the other man jumps in front of him, blocking not only his way but my view.-Rogue attack!- I shoot through the mind link to anyone who will listen and hope someone comes to aid us.I am useless as the guy wanting to kill me tosses the table to the side and makes his way to me. I sprint toward the asshole who has his hand on my baby brother’s neck as he pummels Beckham in the face. In fury, I drop my shoulder and throw my whole body into the man’s spine, relishing the yelp of pain it elicits. My victory is short-lived when the guy I had been running from yanks me back by my ponytail. He then takes hold of my throat and lifts me into the air, holding me up high. I gasp for air, clawing at his
“Til…” Anna’s voice whispers, a gentle shaking on my upper arm. “Mmm?” I groan as I stretch and ease my chair back up.“We are here. You feeling okay enough to hop out?” She asks me gently. “Yeah, yeah. I’m good.” I open my eyelids, resisting the urge to groan in frustration, my eyes still unwilling to do what I want them to. Which seems like a simple enough task. Is it hard to want them to just freaking work? Anna must sense my annoyance as she takes my hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. “It’s only been a few hours. It could take a few days to fully come back. Be patient.” She mutters as I hear the click of her door opening and her warm hand leaves mine. Muffled voices talk to my right and with a shaky breath, I fumble for the handle and push the door open. My fingers lightly trace the window to the top of the car door as I stand and hold on. Shit, my legs are wobbly and my back stiff as a board. “Shit, sorry alpha.” A gruff, sleepy voice says. “I forgot to mention that I gave t
I have no idea what an ungodly hour it is when Anna wakes me up and throws clothes at my face. Not that it matters when you are struggling to see again every time of day looks and feels the same. Shit, I’m just perpetually tired of being in this never ending darkness.“What time is it?” I ask, feeling around the bra in my hands to make sure I put it on right. “Time for training.” She says. “Oh, good, so it’s early as shit and no one will even notice if I sleep through the speech. I am certain we will get in the beginning.”Anna sighs heavily, intentionally trying to make it so I can hear her disapproval of that plan of mine. Her lithe feet pad across the room and I feel her hands tangling in my hair as she throws up my unruly mess into a bun. “I can do my hair.” I grumble and she snorts. “You could hardly do it when you had your eyesight.” “Rude.” I mumble, refusing to admit she is completely right. “Speaking of rude…” her tone changes and I know I am about to get her alpha tone
*Onyx POV*Tic glowers at Bill, who seems completely unphased by the heat directed his way. Not that he ever is. In fact, it takes a lot to get to Bill. Unless you are a blind girl with a smart mouth, it would seem. He lasted only thirty minutes with the smart mouthed woman named Tilly. Now Tic and I get to be graced with his shitty attitude for the duration of this meeting.Day one of training is over, as is customary. We are dividing the fighters up based on capabilities. There are zero surprises in who the top five are. Anna, Harriet, Flint, Peter and Lux. All five have excellent form, powerful strikes and their own style. Of those five, only two are humble. Anna and Flint.I understand Flint’s humility. He comes from a lower-ranking family in a large pack. There is no doubt that he got his skill from nothing other than hard work and dedication. Anna, however, is a natural and has every right to be a cocky warrior. Yet, she is considerate and quiet when she fights. She weighs her o