I fake a struggle to get him off, allowing him to think he has me. When he loosens his grip, I reach up and grab his jaw with my opposite hand and squeeze until his jaw bones groan and creak, his teeth puncturing my fingers as I glare into his wolf’s eyes. He whimpers, releasing my flesh, but I cling to him, jolting forward as he tries to yank free from my grip. Wolf form is always excellent for fighting, but it’s tiring, exhausting really if you aren’t careful. And just like I had expected, Jariah came in and bite off more than he could chew. Literally. I finally toss him to the side, his wolf stumbling to gain footing before leaping on his hind legs and springing toward me again.I step to the side at the last minute, reaching out and gripping onto the back of his neck as I lift him up with a groan of effort and place my other hand on his fur clad throat. I raise him as high as I can before barreling him back down to the ground, head and back first, the rest of his limp body tumbl
*Lana POV*My father stares at me like I am crazy, his eyes wide as he sits back in his chair, studying me, waiting for me to speak again. I’ve said my piece, and I meant every word. He may not know how to take it, but even if he says no, I still plan to do things my way. No more of this keeping me in the dark, and there sure as hell will be no more Prissy Bitch lessons. “And you are sure?” He asks.“Yes.” I say firmly. “You want to be alpha?” he asks, tilting his head. “If you do that, you will lose Kohen as a potential mate.”“He might still want me…” I whisper, a pang in my chest. I know he is probably right. But I can only think about so many people’s future. One person, to be exact, and it’s mine. “There is more to being Alpha than just claiming you want the title, Lana.” He gives me a small frown. “I know. But I have a plan.”“Oh, you do?” he asks, looking amused. “Yes.” I feel like a high schooler being patronized. “Mmm, please do share that plan because I am intrigued.”
*Maddox POV*I wake with a start. My chest aching from my pounding heart as I sit up straight, looking around my massive empty room. The sun creeps up in the distance, a sliver of its light shimmering through the exposed portion of the window. I fall back with a heavy sigh and run my hand over my face. My scar feels smooth now. Gone are the infections that once plagued it, the pain of it a ghost, but the meaning of it still weighs heavy on me. On my new pack.Julian walks in the door, whistling as he flips on the light and takes a seat on the edge of the bed. I growl and throw him a scowl as he sips on a cup of coffee. My cup of coffee, I’m sure, as he just holds an amused look on his face, watching me intently. “What?” He shrugs and I scoff, throwing the blankets off of me, padding across the cool hardwood floors to the bathroom.“I want to thank you, Alpha, for not sleeping in the nude this time.” He hollers at me as I roll my eyes and start the shower. I peek my head around the d
*Lana POV* Kohen throws his fist into the wall, the drywall crumbling as I roll my eyes. He has been far more angry lately. His usual cheery exterior is somewhere hidden behind the anxious wound up wall he has placed over himself. I knew he wouldn’t take me joining his shadowing well. But it’s been weeks, and I really thought he might come around to it by now. After all, he thinks it is just me trying to make sure that if anything happens to him; the pack will be in excellent hands. “Maybe we should go train?” I offer, reaching out and taking his fisted hand in mine. He looks at me with a conflicted look before pulling his hand from mine. “That’s all we do. Train, train, train.” He drags his hands through his perfectly styled black locks and I give him a sympathetic smile. “We are training for something very important.” I remind him, and he scoffs, pacing away from me with his hands on his hips. Then he turns to face me, his green eyes turn to lasers as he drags them over my body
I stare at the blank email screen, torturing myself more and more, waiting, hoping that maybe Maddox will try to communicate with me. I have no idea what I would say to him now that I know what he is exiled for. As much as I want to believe Michael, trust that he knows his son and that I know Maddox as well as I thought I did, I struggle with it. They had proof, verifiable evidence that he did what he did, otherwise they would not have been able to convict him. Exile is rare enough of a punishment that there is no way they exiled him without cause. So I yet again find myself scouring my emails with him, trying to make sense of it all. Wouldn’t he have made some untoward comments or done something in our past for me to recognize it? Or was I that easy for him to fool?I slam the laptop shut angrily and pull my knees to my chest. I have learned so much from shadowing dad. Hell, even training with Matthias has been eye opening. It’s crazy to think just how unaware I was of everything go
*Maddox POV*“Are you sure this is smart?” Julian whispers from the seat beside me. I give him my best annoyed look and he frowns at me. “You know, if you actually told me shit, I might ask you fewer questions.”“Your questions don’t bother me.” I say, looking out the window of the SUV as we arrive at our destination.“Then clearly I am not asking you enough of them.” he mumbles. “We will be fine.” I assure him after a few minutes pass. “Oh, and you are so sure of that?” he scoffs. “We have been attacked by rogues twice in the past week and yet here we are leaving the pack when we are needed most.”The corner of my lips tug downward, hating the implication I am leaving our pack in weak hands. Or when they need me most. How Julian doesn’t understand that I am the problem with the pack is beyond me. Jariah attacks us repeatedly to get to me. The moment he catches wind that I’m gone is the moment that our pack is safe. “The rogues are after me, not the pack.”“Unless you are wrong and
*Lana POV*The massive man in front of me smirks, his blue eyes gleaming with excitement as we ready for the last fight of training. I have learned so much in just the two weeks of being here, but dad wasn’t kidding when he said it would be intense.Because holy shit, every day I have had my behind handed to me by the trainers, not in sparring but in general workout. They made us wake up at four in the morning every single day to run for two hours. If we didn’t make progress at our speed after one week, they would have sent who ever failed it home. No one got sent home, though it had been close for a few. Today’s test is besting the trainer. He is good. Shit, I’d almost say amazing if Matthias hadn’t trained me. No one has beaten him yet, which says a lot. We only have to get three hits and one fall on him to pass. I plan to land all three without being touched more than once.“Come, Lana.” He says, his accent thick and guttural. “Show me what the top pack in the country has that the
“Kohen!” I call out, looking for him as I walk through the sunroom, trying to locate him. I fell asleep on the couch last night, waiting for him to come back with ice cream. The asshole must have eaten it all and then went to bed. I make my way to the guest room hall and knock on the room where he was staying but get no response. So I ease the door open and find that his bed is empty. “Where the hell is he?” I mutter to myself, walking out and padding into the kitchen. I see a fresh cup of coffee sitting on the counter and then my eyes move outside to the deck, where he stands shirtless in the rising sun, a steaming mug of coffee in his own hand. I hate admitting it to myself, but Kohen is a fine specimen of the male species. His broad shoulder muscles and exposed back work as he raises the cup to his lips and back down. I shake my head. Reminding myself that even though he is handsome and I like him. I’m just not ready to take those next steps with him. And the more I let myself