Although it had been two years since we had joined this pack and in the meantime, we had also established good relations with most of the native people in our neighborhood. But still, the blot of being 'Rogues'- unwanted outsiders- was still visible on our foreheads, and the last thing I wanted was to get into an argument that would confirm such people's prejudices against our family. Micheal had been trying so hard for all three of our sakes, and I commanded myself to take deep breaths so I would not end up spoiling this for all of us.
Thankfully, I felt Jean's pat on my shoulder right on time. She was the one who had called out my name a few minutes ago, and her intervention was a good enough excuse for me to divert my attention. She handed me my earphones and nudged me towards the exit. But before leaving the classroom, I arranged my features into the most deadpan expression I could manage and made my voice cloyingly sweet, giving my reply seconds before putting my earphones in my ears. "Yeah, well. All the best for your Alpha's late realisation." I just walked out into the hallway and realised that Jean had followed me only when she tugged at my elbow. "Lexie, wait! Whoa- that was…I mean…Abby is still seething, dude! You just said it like that, huh? That was really-" "Umm, thanks I guess? But seriously, Jean, thank you for interjecting at the right moment, or I might have said something I would regret later." "Yeah yeah, of course that's nothing. But listen, I had to tell you, Alpha Paul has summoned the Rogues and the ones who didn't attend the party last night today. Will you be going, then?" 'Will I be going? Let's see. Do I wish to waste my time by visiting the palace of an Alpha I know for sure I am not the mate of? Do I wish to put myself under the scrutiny of so many people and hear their opinions about my foolishness for even considering the invitation? Do I wish to become the subject of gossip about how I still had the audacity to show up as the great Alpha's probable mate when I have already entered his pack as a refugee, all because of my actual mate? No, right? Then no!' But I couldn't exactly say all this to the sweet girl who had helped me out of a sticky situation and was looking at me with anticipation filled in her grey eyes. And so I managed a smile as I replied, "No, actually I am not exactly in the mood. But thank you for asking." The last few minutes had left me in a sour mood, and I decided I would go for a walk instead of attending the next lecture, I was better at English than our professor, anyway. Adjusting my hood so that the right side of my face was covered, I raised the volume of the music in my earphones and made my way to the exit. *** The meadows just outside of the boundary walls of the school were just pleasant enough to take my mind off things. I stretched my arms out, greedily filling the crisp air into my lungs as I looked up at the azure sky and walked through the freshly bloomed flowers... and walked right into a well-built torso. 'Wait a minute! A torso? Attached to a person? Here?!' Opening my eyes, I came face-to-pecs with a man in a black t-shirt. I took a step back and the person immediately crossed his arms across his chest, and I gulped before raising my eyes to meet the unmistakable scowl on his face as I removed my earphones. Somehow, we both ended up speaking at the same time. "I am sorry, mister, I suppose it's not my lucky day today-" "Are you supposed to be one of the Rogues who didn't attend the party-" Blinking rapidly to process the confusion, I simply nodded in reply before the words came to me a few moments later. "Yeah, but who-" "I am Jayson, the Beta of this pack. I have orders to bring you to the palace, because apparently, you are incapable of following orders on your own." "I would let you know that I have good reason to refuse the invitation, as-" "Don't you understand, young lady, that this is not an invitation anymore? It is an order, and we are bound to follow the Alpha's orders under any circumstances." This was the only warning I got as I was overpowered and handcuffed, despite my attempts at running away, and carried to see the Almighty Alpha of Apollo Pack! *** I was still grumbling to myself and vowing to heed Dylan's advice to start running from tomorrow morning, once this visit was over. I was sure that it would end in nothing but humiliation for me, and hopefully, running would provide a good method for me to channel the frustration I would certainly feel due to the insult I was being led towards. Jayson was ushering me through the various hallways of the palace, while keeping an eye on me to make sure I didn't run away. 'But my stubbornness has been triggered at this moment, and now, even I will not leave the palace without meeting the Alpha!' "You need to go on your own from here, go straight down the hallway until you reach the Alpha’s chambers. He is waiting for you…"Paul's POV The bell above the café door chimed softly as I stepped in, my hood low and scarf covering most of my face. I scanned the quiet space: dim lighting, a few tables, mostly empty save for a couple of early readers lost in their newspapers. Just as I turned toward the corner booth near the bookshelf, I saw him.Jayson.He was seated stiffly, shoulders tense, gaze flicking toward the entrance every few seconds. He hadn’t changed much… except the weight he carried now was visible even in the slope of his posture.Our eyes met.For a second, he didn’t move.Then, like a dam breaking, he rushed forward. “Alpha—” He whispered harshly and pulled me into a hug before I could protest.His arms were tight, his voice cracking. “I’m sorry, Alpha, I couldn’t control my emotions. I’m just… I’m so happy to see you standing in front of me.”I clapped him on the back, warmth tugging at my throat. “It’s alright, Jayson,” I said quietly. “It’s good to see you too.”We walked to the booth an
Jonas' POV:The remnants of the cold wind and rain droplets were still clinging to my skin, damp from the forest and hours of running. My boots were caked in mud, and pine needles, sweat, and regret were clinging to my skin as I stepped into the hotel room. Outside, the first light of dawn was painting the sky in hues of grey-blue.She was right where I had left her.Katrine was curled up at the edge of the bed, wearing just one of my old t-shirts that she had probably brought from the camp. Her legs were folded beneath her on the cold floor, her arm stretched out across the mattress, and her head was resting on that same outstretched arm, as if she had fallen asleep while waiting for someone, or something. Her breaths came slow and steady, but even in sleep, she didn’t look peaceful.Not even close.The bond between us throbbed faintly in my chest. I didn’t want to feel it, but it was there. That mark on her neck that I had carved myself, as if I was craving out a price of my ow
Paul's POV:Lexie was finally asleep.The soft rise and fall of her breath was the only sound in the room, her face buried slightly into the pillow, one arm sprawled across my chest. Her hair was still a little damp from the shower, curling gently around her cheek.I couldn’t help it the way my eyes drifted back to her, as if pulled by a magnet. And she was simply breathtaking. Her lashes fluttered faintly, casting soft shadows over cheeks still flushed from our earlier kiss. The curve of her lips, slightly parted as she breathed, made something inside me ache.There was a softness to her, without the grief of losing her mate pressing down on her shoulders. Just Lexie… my Lexie… looking like a dream I never deserved but had somehow been given again.Her hand, small and warm, still rested on my chest like it belonged there. I had spent weeks remembering this face in fragments, through dreams, nightmares, flashes of memory that tore me open and stitched me back together. But none of
#Trigger warning: Mentioned of thoughts about suicide and hurting oneself.#Katrine's POV:I woke up sometime after midnight, not even realising when I had passed out in tears, on the same bed where Jonas had left me. 1:36 AM. My phone screen came alive with some notifications, flashing the time. I slowly sat up, my whole body protesting with aches and burns. I felt the mark on my neck with my fingers, hissing at how sensitive it was. The bleeding had stopped and the wound had mostly healed, all that was left was a slightly raised mark on my neck that throbbed like a brand. It should have felt like a connection… like the completion of our bond, but all I felt was emptiness.The sob escaped my throat before I could stop it, and with that thought, tears started to spill from my eyes again, causing a burning sensation on the skin which was already raw and scraped from crying all day.I was gasping for breath, my chest heaving as I folded in on myself, but there was no relief to be fo
Katrine's POV:Within a second, his grip on me became harsh.Without warning, his hands ripped me off of him. I gasped with surprise, moments before he threw me away from himself and onto the bed like I was nothing more than a ragdoll.“J…Jonas?” I whispered, dazed, blinking at him through the blur of tears and fading pleasure.I was still naked, legs spread on the bed as his cum dripped out of me. Blood was trickling down my neck where his mark was still fresh, the wound raw and searing with the energy of the bond between us. My body was flushed, shivering, craving to be near him again. But my mate stood in front of me, breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling as he zipped up his pants with a sharp, jerky motion.But something was wrong… his eyes weren't soft as he looked at me, there was no trace of the relief and love that I used to find whenever we were intimate before. No… this time, his eyes were ice.And then, he spoke the words that shattered me from inside out. “W
Katrine's POVThe moment I spoke the words that I wanted to be marked by him, more than anything, something snapped inside Jonas. His eyes darkened, and before I could take another breath, he moved towards me. His rough, calloused hands grabbed my arms without any hesitation, pulling me into him. His mouth crashed against mine… moving with a ruthless hunger that had been simmering for far too long. I gasped, but he didn’t slow down. He kissed me like he was starving… like I was the only thing that could make him feel whole again. I gasped, and his tongue slid my mouth, fierce and claiming… I whimpered against him, my body already igniting in sparks with the anticipation of what he was going to do to me next. The sharp drag of his teeth against my lips almost stole my breath. His hands yanked my shirt… ripping the fabric apart, baring my skin just before his palm cupped my breast, squeezing hard. His fingers pinched my nipple, tugging at it until I cried out, pleasure and pain