~Gemma~
“Well?” Alpha Devlin arched one eyebrow, impatient for my reveal. While all alphas were pushy and demanding, his affliction had to be on the extreme side.
My eyes snapped open. “Well what?”
“Goddess, please tell me there is something in me worth saving!” Alpha Camden groveled on his knees where he belonged.
The Moon Goddess enjoyed the taste of his despair. Everyone thought the goddess must be a kind and loving entity. I knew better. In my experience, she was temperamental and egotistical as well as benevolent. In other words, the goddess’ personality was complicated. Go figure. “Not in you. In her.” I spoke in annoyance. “Sadie will carry the mate to Alpha Devlin’s son. Through our young, our packs will flourish.” The words flew out of my mouth uncensored.
I blinked. Time slowed to a standstill as I witnessed glimpses into a future I did not want. I held a little boy of around three years old. He was more beautiful than I could ever imagine with a head full of dark curls and green eyes. My son smiled, showcasing amazing dimples inherited from his father. Alpha Devlin kissed my cheek and ruffled the head of our son. Alpha Devlin rubbed my protruding belly before kissing it.
No! I clutched my chest. It couldn’t be real. Damn these stupid revelations! The goddess loved to play with the fragile shards of my mind. Alpha Devlin attempted to capture my gaze. I felt his tug on our mental connection. I avoided him and locked it down tight. My own thoughts were too loud in my head to deal with his along with mine.
Alpha Devlin called my name aloud, putting force behind it. “Gemma! Does the goddess speak the truth? I will have a son?” He cradled my face gently.
I froze under his compelling expression. While I did not share the pack’s natural inclination to obey their alpha, I still felt the pull of his authority. I shook it off. To heck with goddesses and their stupid prophecies! My future was my own. I wasn’t predestined for a life of misery. Surely, my fairy godmother had better plans for me!
“Gemma!” Alpha Devlin grabbed my shoulders and invaded my personal space.
“Give me a minute.” I teetered on the brink of an emotional breakdown. With my luck, there were no minutes to spare.
Luna Sadie reached for me. “Help me.”
Distracted by the damning revelation, my hold over the unstable luna slipped. Shit! I looked at Alpha Devlin. How much control had I lost? Did I expose the petrifying truth to him?
Luna Sadie grabbed my hand and placed it on her stomach. “Help me! Save our offspring.”
OMG! Why phrase it like that? I know goddesses emanated perfection, but I’m sure she got it wrong. Luna Sadie was one big bottle of crazy sauce. I tried to deny the goddess’ decree. She rewarded me with agonizing pain. My head felt like it shattered into a million pieces! I staggered backwards. Alpha Devlin steaded me, saving me from falling to a miserable heap on the floor. A light trickle of blood ran down my nose. Ugh!
“Do not resist her.” Alpha Devlin whispered in my ear.
“Easy for you to say!” I gritted my teeth. The pain did not subside until I grabbed Luna Sadie’s outstretched hands. She pulled me closer until our lips touched. The goddess drank her down, fed on her substantial amount of resentment and anger. We swallowed it up like a greedy whore.
The edges of my world blurred into nothing. Sadie held my sagging body upright with her immense strength. Probably went a bit overboard with it as her nails dug into my skin. Bitch. See if I helped her ass again.
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“Wake up, Sleeping Beauty!”
I groaned and sat up. Someone had carried me to the couch in the waiting room. Corbin, an enforcer and my friend, smiled at me. “Why are you so freaking chipper? And where is everyone? Are they all dead?”
He crouched down in front of me and tucked a lock of hair behind my ear. “I’m happy to report no casualties.”
“Craptastic. Where is everyone? Is there a party I’m missing?”
“They are deep in negotiations.”
“About Alpha Camden’s and Luna Sadie’s imminent deaths?”
“Damn, girl! Stop with the violence.”
I punched his arm.
“Ow! That hurt!” He mock-glared at me.
Right. He could demolish a car with a single punch. How did my puny strength compare to his? “Great! Our packs are besties. I am super thrilled.”
He laughed. “After announcing their offspring is vital to our pack, what did you expect?”
“That really happened?” I buried my face in my hands. “My life is a nightmare!”
“Goddess problems?”
“You have no idea. Sucks to be me.” I peeped at him between my fingers. “Hey! You have the power to save me.”
“I do?”
“Yes! Let’s get out of here. Ride off into the sunset on that badass bike of yours.”
“And where would we go?”
“I don’t know. I’m feeling tropical.”
“Tropical sounds expensive. You got any money?”
I frowned. “All my assets are tied up in handbags and shoes!” Damn my expensive tastes. “I hear Florida is cheap.”
“Florida?” He chuckled. “You’ve seen a map, right? How long do you think it will take us to get from Colorado to Florida on my bike?”
“I thought you were adventurous.” I pouted. I suffered no shame applying my feminine wiles when the situation demanded. “Nobody would miss us if we took a long road trip.”
“Ha! You would definitely be missed, gorgeous.” The flirty smile melted off Corbin’s face. I knew my situation had intensified from bad to worse. Behind me, a throat cleared. Definitely worse. I turned around.
“Gemma, are you plotting an escape?” Alpha Devlin scowled. He frequently scowled, often in my direction. He possessed no sense of humor that I could detect.
”Moi? Corbin and I are simply planning a date. Motorcycles are hot and I love to ride.” My eyebrows wriggled in emphasis.
“No.”
“No? What do you mean no?” I demanded.
“No dating. Him or anyone else.”
Long ago I pegged his attitude as the crux of our problems. All it took was moments in each other’s company for the bickering to start. I’m talking epic screaming matches at times. No joke. The guy had an enviable set of lungs. Alphas made the worst partners with their temperament and self-centered outlook on life.
“That’s unreasonable! You’re such a cock-blocker! Since when do I need your permission to do anything?” I flipped him off. He brought out the worst in me. I’d take the victory now and deal with my punishment later. I lived for the moment.
Alpha Devlin ignored me and pointed at Corbin. “You should know better than to encourage her behavior!”
Corbin held up his hands in surrender. “Alpha Devlin…”
Nice. Some hero! I stood up. “I’m putting this conversation to rest! Thank you, gentlemen. It has been most amusing. Please excuse me. I have big girl work to do.”
“Gemma, I need to talk to you.” Alpha Devlin grabbed my arm.
My cell rang in divine intervention. “Shoot! Hold that thought, Alpha Devlin.” As if the fixated alpha would forget or move on. “Hello? Henry?” I glanced at my watch. Holy shitcake! How long had I napped? “So sorry! Hang tight. I’m on the way. Tell Leslie to stop crying.”
“We need to talk.” Alpha Devlin persisted like a bad yeast infection.
No. We did not. “Sure, sure.” My day, hell, my year, was booked solid. “I can squeeze you in between never and never.” I patted Alpha Devlin’s shoulder and walked away.
Henry’s voice carried very well from the cell pressed against my shoulder. I put it to my ear once more. “Calm down! I’ll be there in two minutes! Of course I’ll credit you the lost time.” I rubbed my temple. The happy boat sailed hours ago. It was shaping up to be one of those days when strong coffee wouldn’t suffice. “I had business with our alpha. Sheesh. Do you think I was taking a nap?”
I mouthed goodbye to Corbin and waived at Alpha Devlin. True to character, Alpha Devlin looked pissed. He stepped towards me. Instead of peeing my pants like a baby, I turned and ran. When facing an angry alpha, I always recommended running away. Worked for me.
~Gemma~ Tyson patiently waited for my rant to conclude. “He is so arrogant. I mean, sure, he works under immense pressure every day. Stress doesn’t give anybody permission to be a dick. Am I right?” I hoped Tyson felt the weight of my displeasure. I deemed him guilty by association and let my wrath fall freely upon him. “I assume we are eventually going to address my issues.” He glanced at his watch with a serene expression. “You have blown twenty minutes talking about your problems.” “Somebody should to listen to my complaints and he is your brother!” “Turn the drama down a notch, love. Put away the claws.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Please accept the fact he will never allow you to escape his control.” “Claws out. Balls out.” My favorite expression lacked any conviction as I blinked away tears. “Why can’t he take a second to consider my wishes for once? The office is perfect, in the heart of downtown next to my favorite coffee
~Gemma~ “Yes. She will come home.” I squeezed Tyson’s shoulder. “Are you sure? Have you seen it?” I rubbed my eyes tiredly. “I do not need a vision to see the outcome.” “If I were waiting for you, would you come home?” He looked insecure as he waited for my reply. I wanted to comfort him. Underneath their rugged surface, most hardcore werewolves were mushy, sentimental fools. “No way!” I patted his cheek. “There are reasons I prefer cats. Dogs require too much upkeep, all the fur and slobber. Yuck.” Tyson scowled. “I hate cats. Why are you hanging out with lupines if felines are your thing?” “Good question. I wonder if the local panther pride needs a psychic.” I pretended to jot on my notepad. “I’ll check into it, maybe request a transfer.” Alpha Devlin grumbled from my desk. No. I did not find it amusing. How dare he steal my court and cast judgments on me from my throne? “Quiet, please! I cannot concentrate wi
~Gemma~ I frowned at him from across our booth. How did I end up in this situation? Right. Alpha Devlin commanded me. And when that failed, he bullied me. It paid to have strength and size on your side. My small stature let me down once again. Alpha Devlin, the lout, had a gleam of satisfaction in his eyes to match the aggravating smirk on his lips. My fingers twitched as I fantasized about grabbing a salad fork and stabbing the offending orbs out of his face. No. That did not make me sadistic, vengeful maybe but definitely not sadistic. One transformation to his wolf form and everything would magically heal. Oh, everything except for his disturbing behaviors. No helping that. “Is there something specific you wished to discuss?” After two glasses of wine, my spine still felt about as firm as Jello. “No more sleepovers with Tyson. I mean it.” I smiled, a glimmer of hope sparking in my soul. “Is that all? Easy. Done. We could have had this chat in my office.” “I also want to discus
~Alpha Devlin~ From across the booth, Gemma frowned at me. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. She never made it easy for me. I shook off my feelings of inadequacy. I was her alpha and in control of the situation. I grinned at her. Her glare narrowed on me. “Is there something specific you wished to discuss?” I ignored the way she clung to her wine glass as if it embodied her sanity. “No more sleepovers with Tyson. I mean it.” It was a demand, actually. I resented the bond she shared with my younger brother. Sure. It may have been jealousy over her spending time freely with him while avoiding me at every turn. Her smile devastated me. I felt the unrelenting tug of my soul seeking hers. It tore me up inside that she never seemed affected by the bond I knew to be there. I took a swig of my whiskey. It was nearly impossible for werewolves to get drunk. No. It didn’t stop us from trying. I enjoyed the burn of the alcohol in my gut replacing other sensations. “Is that all? Easy. D
~Gemma~ I nursed my third girly alcoholic drink chasing that sweet, magical release from reality. My seat at the small table was wedged between two she-wolves, Sammie and Megan. Werewolves ran hot and I felt the heat from their bodies increase in tempo with their excitement. Yuck! "Why didn't we invite Twyla!" Macy asked in her sickly sweet tone. WTF? I was about to make some unladylike comment when I opened my mouth and nearly swallowed a feather. “Sammie! Stop swatting me in the face with your boa!” I spat out the fake feather. “Sorry, girl!” Sammie laughed, sloshing me with her drink in the process. I sighed. Don’t get me wrong. I enjoyed a good strip show. I enjoyed it a bit less on a freaking Wednesday night. Stupid ladies’ night. I had to be up at 6 a.m. in the morning to tackle my day. Damn Alpha Devlin! I blamed him for my current predicament. If not for the emotional stress he inflicted on me, Fat Kitty and I would be snuggling and watching something silly on hulu. Six o
~Sammie~ I hated Fanged, dumb vampire strip club. Although I adored Gemma, I resented being tasked with playing witch sitter. Again. Alpha Devlin ordered me to keep an eye on her. Specifically, I was not to let her out of my sight. I didn’t care if we’ve all been friends since childhood. Their twisted relationship had the whole pack on edge. He was with Twyla and others from time to time. Gemma tried her damnedest to find love with anyone else but him. Yet we all knew they still longed for each other. Stubborn jerks. I sighed and sipped on some disgusting blue concoction of mostly sugar with a touch of liquor. Werewolves couldn’t really get drunk. But hell if I didn’t try! “Sammie! Stop swatting me in the face with your boa!” Gemma grumbled. “Sorry, girl!” I laughed, accidentally sloshing her with my liquor sugar. Truth be told, I was b-o-r-e-d out of my damn mind. Gemma had a grimace on her face. She seemed to be enjoying herself just as much. Why were we in this predicament anywa
~Gemma~I nicked my lip on a sharp point. “Can you put those away? There’s an art to kissing when fangs are involved.”“Yes. And you are so very talented at it.” Damon winked, his fangs in tact.I squealed like a nervous virgin when he crudely yanked my dress over my head. “Okay, buddy! Clothing is fair game.” I fussed with removing his shirt. “So many buttons! I hate your fancy clothes.”His dark brown hair, almost black, fell in the most flattering way across his forehead. His chest, although needing a tad sun, might have been sculpted from marble. “Little dove, are you ogling me?”“Uh-huh,” I managed to form the words. I touched his chest to see if the muscles were real. You’d think I’d be over this obsession by now. I’ve seen the show before. However, it didn’t stop me from being a repeat customer.“Truly. I am flattered by your ad
~Gemma~ WTF! That was a total shit show. I ran a hand through my hair and collided into a statue. Nope. Just another vampire. “Excuse me.” I mumbled and stepped around the blockade. Unfortunately, the blockade spoke. The blonde vamp crossed her arms and gave me a hostile glare. “Well. Hello, witch.” Yeah. My night went from incredibly bad to even worse. She hated me with a special flavor of venom. “What? Does nobody bother to learn my name?” “You are off in a hurry. Trouble in paradise?” She ignored my rant and examined her manicure with rapt attention. “Hey! Were you listening to us back there?” My adrenaline had not faded. I was still raring to go. She shrugged, pointing a finger and invading my personal bubble with it. “You do not deserve him.” “Listen, Vampirella.” See? I could play that game. “I am so not in the mood right now!” I grabbed her finger to shove it away but paused. I could read her! I could not read or sense a