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Run. American Honey
Oliver I watched as Lya slept soundly, reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from her face. I was about to drift off myself when my phone vibrated against the nightstand, jolting me from my thoughts. I reached over and grabbed it before the sound could wake her. I groaned, noticing it was an incoming call, and not one I felt like I could refuse. I got up from the bed, quietly making my way out of her room. “Hey man,” I said, keeping my voice low and closing the door as quietly as possible. Lya wasn’t historically a light sleeper, but I tiptoed to my office anyway. “Make it quick.” “Am I interrupting something?” my brother chuckled. “No,” I sighed. “Lya just has night terrors.” Thom cleared his throat. “Right. Mate bonds are the cure for all maladies.” I could hear the sorrow in his voice. I knew he was happy with his life now, but I imagined the pain of the loss of your fated never quite went away. “Trevor called. Heard things aren’t shaping up too well.” “On which
Run. Heat of the Moment
Lya I blinked my eyes open, praying to whatever was out there that it was morning. Sleep hadn't come easily, and I hoped with everything in me that it’d be early enough to start the day, but only moonlight seeped in from the windows. I reached across the bed for the familiar warmth I had relied on whenever I woke up the past few nights, but nothing was there. I sat up, looking around. It slowly hit me that I was alone. While I wished for that when I was awake, it was something I dreaded overnight. I understood exactly why. He was my mate, whether I wanted him or not, and a part of me would always need him. But I did want him. I wanted all of him. Even if I didn’t want to admit it to anyone just yet. I stumbled out of bed, following the smell of an incoming rainstorm down the hall. I opened the door, breathing in as his scent wafted toward me. “Ollie?” I asked hesitantly, hoping he wouldn’t turn me away for intruding. “Lya.” He said my name as a reverent whisper. He was
Run. The Promise
Oliver Lya marked me. I didn’t think she realized what she had done, but it made me ecstatic. You could only mark your fated mate, which only meant that at least some part of her knew I was made for her. I would deal with the repercussions of that tomorrow. For now, I got to hold her after I had mated her. I knew without a shadow of a doubt, there was absolutely no going back from this for me. If she decided to leave, I would die a lonely man, unable to find someone to fill the void she left. But now that she had marked me, leaving would be nearly impossible for her. As much as I was proud to bear her mark, if I had known that might have happened, I wouldn’t have let her. She deserved that option. If she decided she didn’t want this - want us - I’d do everything in my power to fix it for her, even if it killed me. Mate bonds sucked. The morning came too soon, the buzzing of an alarm startling me out of a sleep I hadn’t realized I had fallen into. Lya’s back was pressed agains
Run. Waving Through A Window
Lya I dragged myself out of the training ground. Three more hours of grueling work for the second day in a row had been tough. Yeah, I was pretty athletic, but this was a whole different ball game than kickboxing a couple times a week. “You’re better than I had thought,” Cody said with a pat on the back. “Whatever your cousins taught you was pretty good.” I smiled sheepishly. “I haven’t seen them in a few years at this point. Maybe if I ever see them again, I can kick their asses instead of them pulverizing me.” He cocked an eyebrow at me. “Whose side of your family were they on” “My dad’s,” I answered, a little confused by the question. “They made sure to stay in touch even after he hightailed it.” Cody nodded slowly, but made no attempts to loop me in on whatever he was thinking about. “Tomorrow, wolf form.” I looked up at him a little shocked. “I-I’m not sure how reliably I can shift…” I stuttered. He just shrugged. “Gotta figure it out sometime, kid.” He turned, walki
Run. The Lost Art of Keeping a Secret
Oliver Lya’s question shocked me a little. I didn’t expect it to be so innocent. I was prepared and willing to divulge all my deepest, darkest secrets to her, and here she just wanted to hear about my childhood. The conversations twenty questions had started usually had an agenda, anyway. “That’s a difficult question to answer,” I admitted. “I don’t really have anything to compare it to.” “Tell me a story, then,” she sighed. “A happy memory.” I stayed quiet, my mind going blank. Twenty eight years of memories went out the window when put on the spot. Lya opened her eyes, looking up at me through thick lashes. “You and Trevor have always been friends, right?” I brushed the hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear. “He grew up in the packhouse, like me. He used to live in the beta wing, but after his parents died, he needed to move over to the alpha wing as my parents essentially adopted him and the new beta family was moving in.” I paused, thinking back. “He refused to giv
Run. Somebody's Watchin' Me
Lya Time at the pack passed in such an odd way. Things that would seem so small to others - like a spur of the moment lunch date with a stranger - were a huge deal, while monumental things came across as expected and ordinary. Maybe it was just how my brain processed things, not how pack life was different. Oliver and I didn’t get our run in the day before yesterday, and for that, I felt bad. Instead, we went over to his grandmother’s cottage so she could talk to my wolf. It was so interesting willingly letting Tala come forward and take control, while I just sat back and watched from the sidelines. All she wanted to know was how exactly silver affected Tala. Tala’s answer surprised me, too. Basically, it seemed like the silver just suppressed her presence, making my more human traits come forward. My scent, my senses, all the way down to silver just coming across as an allergic reaction, it was more humanesque. It hurt her significantly, but it didn’t shut her out like I thought f
Run. Momma Sed
Oliver Trevor and Thom would be getting to the pack today. I had just gotten off a call with them orchestrating exactly how they’d get here. They were under instructions to take the most convoluted path possible, which required extra time. Trevor was driving south before making his way back our direction, and Thom had taken a plane to Wyoming then rented a car the day before. It was probably an extraneous measure, but I wasn’t willing to risk the pack safety. A sudden stroke of fear racked my bones. I gulped it down, unfamiliar with a relatively standard thing rattling me so much. Adair stirred, growling in defense. 'What has you so bothered?' I asked. Another shudder of nerves ran down my spine. There was an overarching, gut wrenching, loathing of what was going on, but fear at this one particular instance? That was far stretched. 'That’s not ours,' he insisted. I frowned, trying to place where the feeling could possibly be coming from. Instinctively, my hand went to the mark
Run. The Family of Man
Lya I stood naked in the hallway of the alpha wing. My room was completely empty of all my things. My clothes had been moved out, the bathroom had all my stuff taken out of it, and the book on the Wulver Pack was gone. 'Well that didn’t take very long,' I grumbled to Tala. 'I didn’t realize we had pissed him off that bad.' She just chuckled, but provided me no guidance of where to maybe go. I heard the door to the packhouse open, so instead of being caught with my pants down - or off, for that matter - I slipped back into what was apparently my old room. As much as I didn’t want him to see me completely naked at the moment, I really hoped it was Oliver so he could tell me where my clothes were. The door to my room creaked open and I shrieked when I realized it was decidedly not Oliver. This guy bore almost no resemblance to him, either. “Well this is quite the greeting, but I’m married,” the guy said nonchalantly. He had a pleasant lilt to his voice that at least made me fe
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