Very busy day, so I couldn't post until the evening. Ford is trying. Oh and thank you for the kind messages below last chapter. I sometimes worry I move too fast in their character development. I want it to make sense why they do what they do. So I am glad you all liked it
Marley’s pov“Your family is here,” former Alpha Parker said as he watched guards open the door and tie my hands with rope. At least it wasn’t silver.“And you’re taking me to them? How nice.” I joked. I don’t know why I hate this man this much or why I feel the need to test his patience, but I do.It’s like I instinctively know he’s done something horrible and doesn’t deserve my respect.“Normally for this disobedience I would have whipped you until you passed out.”“Well, lucky me then.” I said with a fake smile.Maybe I pushed the man too far, because he began pulling on my rope too hard, making me stumble, and then he just started dragging while I told him I could walk if he just let me stand on my feet for two damn seconds!But it ended with me in the backseat of Nivia’s car. So it’s all good.Okay, I kind of skipped the part where Maverick marked me on my ass with his knife. And then let me cut him somewhere.Because that part was…um…weird?On my part. Not his.I had the knife in
Nivia’s pov“What happened? Who hurt you?” I growled as I took a seat next to Marley in the car.I knew I’m a Luna now, and I should talk to those fuckers who took her, but I just wanted to be a good friend in this moment.Uncle Riker was still busy talking to the motherfuckers who kidnapped his child, with Ford by his side.We didn’t want to trade a prisoner for Marley. We knew that meant that Sleepy was more valuable than we even considered.Sleepy’s real name is Stewart, by the way, and Stewart isn’t looking so happy to stand next to the people we just handed him over to, either. He didn’t want to go.But we wanted Marley back, and this was the fastest way.Maybe when we attack this rotten pack, we’ll bring Stewart back with us. If he’s still alive by then.But none of that really mattered; all that mattered was my friend.“So, this was my own handy work.” Marley said with a grin. “Who knew concrete walls were so hard?”“Mar…”“Yeah… I know. But the rest wasn’t that bad. Nothing Noa
Maverick’s pov ‘She’s funny. Or dumb. Or both.’ My guards told me. ‘What does that mean?’ I asked, trying not to get too angry at them possibly insulting my mate. They knew I liked her, but not why and not to what extent. I don’t trust easily. And I know these soldiers of mine are only loyal for as long as they are getting paid. We’re not friends. We’re just some people stuck in the same boat, knowing we need to work together if we don’t want to sink. We can laugh. We can joke around. And there is trust, but I know better than to let anyone close. For their sake as well as mine. ‘She just insulted your father to his face. And lied. For you.’ They lied for me. No, that can’t be. They lied to protect themselves. Marley has no reason to protect me. ‘She didn’t even react to his command,’ the guard added. ‘That’s because he’s weak, like I’ve been saying for years.’ I replied. ‘Now, I need to focus on another prisoner. The one whose head is currently underneath my boot.’ “So… Man
Marley’s povThat was weird. So damn weird!My mate is a psycho. He is certified crazy. A nutjob.And maybe I am too, because part of me finds that craziness hot. Like that’s wrong, right?When I finally heard about everything that happened with Ford and Nivia, not because she told me, but because my family gossips like nobody else, I thought that counted as abuse.So this should count as abuse too?Like, does it?He hurt me. I hurt him. That’s a whole messed-up relationship right there, and we’re not even talking about the fact I’m his prisoner!Is this like a weird kink thing?!It’s probably better this whole thing can never happen.I tried to think of something else to pass the time, but my mind kept going back to Maverick. Even his name is wild.Who names their kid Maverick? It sounds like a rebel cowboy or something.I wonder what his mother is like. And his father.Did something happen to make him crazy? Like with Ford?Did someone hurt Maverick? Or was he born this way?No… Peop
Nivia’s pov“What’s the problem, darling? There is tremendous guilt coming through. What is troubeling you?” Ford asked while we were taking a shower.“I feel bad about the whole thing with Marley.” I replied with a pout.“Could you elaborate?” Ford asked as he washed my back. We both got pretty dirty in the forest. But Goddess, was it worth it.“Marley would often complain to me about feeling invisible growing up. There’s a term for kids like them: glass children. Marley’s sister, Wren, had a lot of issues growing up. She would act out and have nightmares. All seemed to be going better; that's when they decided to get pregnant again. Only for Wren to turn into a horrible teenager, to be honest. Like, she would stay out long without letting anyone know where she was and sleep around. A bit of a problem child.” I explained. “It was hard for Wren. Being adopted, knowing her parents were killed when they kidnapped her. The time at the school… all of it. It took a lot of therapy and other
Maverick’s pov This mate of mine… They can’t just smell like that and expect me not to act! I kissed Marley aggressively, craving to taste every inch of their mouth. Which, to be honest, tasted a lot like the sandwich I just brought them. But then, my sugar bit my lip hard before shoving me back. I fell back onto my knees, smirking at their expression. “What the hell?!” My lip was bleeding, and I reached over to wipe the blood with my thumb before licking the blood off. “You started it.” “I didn’t start anything!” “I could smell you, Sugar.” I replied, trying to take a peek, because my mate wasn’t closing their legs properly. Too angry to care that they were sitting wide-legged without any underwear. "Stop looking at my vagina!” They shouted before pushing me over further and trying to run past me to the gate. I laid down on my back, seeing Marley move, and reached out my arms to grab their legs, pulling hard so they fell face forward. Then I pulled them back. Their