Annabella "I, Annabella, Collins, except you, Wesley Harris, as my alpha. I asked for acceptance into your pack." I repeated back to him. He smiled, and My world tilted on its axis. He took my hand into his and slid his claw across my palm, lifting it to his mouth and accepting my blood. I was surprised when he didn't continue to drink. I am sure this isn't supposed to be erotic, but I can't help the heat rising in my core or the tremor that goes through me. I know he can smell my arousal. I can feel it running down my thigh. "Alpha Wesley Harris, agree to be your Alpha. I accept you, Annabella, Collins, into my pack." I can instantly feel Wesly's presence inside me. I am overwhelmed by it. Even his damn subsistence is dominant. I closed my eyes as I took him in, trying to center myself. I take a deep breath before looking up at him. His eyes are black again. I realize it is his wolf who is staring back at me. He appeared to be even more intense than Wesly. I am a little frig
Wesly My circadian rhythm obviously doesn't know I am supposed to be on vacation. I have been awake for hours. Bella is still peacefully curled up at my side. I have noticed she hasn't had a nightmare since sharing my bed. At least I could do something for her. My arm is falling asleep, but I don't dare budge. She seems to want her face tucked safely away, and I am happy to oblige. I hear Jessica coming down the hallway. I link to her and tell her not to knock on the door. She comes in with our breakfast, sets the tray on the desk, and quickly leaves. I intend to ask Bella if she would agree to accept me as her Alpha so she can be a part of the collective as well. I have goosebumps at the thought of having her voice in my head at her will. Bella wakes up and catches me watching her sleep. She smiles at me. "Good morning, Wesly." She says. I bend over her and kiss her softly. "Morning Bella." I returned. "How are you feeling?" "I have been better." She says, trying to bury h
Alpha Brett "Yeah, well, thanks for nothing," I said into my phone before slamming it on my desk hard enough to shatter the screen. I have contacted every 2-bit hustler, pimp, and thief I know, trying to find out who bought the Trentity from Alpha George. If anyone knows for sure, they aren't telling it. All I have been able to come up with is the possible name of Alpha George's dealer. What the fuck kind of name is Darrell for a man whose business is selling black-market females to desperate hardcore Aphas'. It doesn't exactly strike fear in one's heart. 'He probably isn't even a fucking werewolf.' I thought to myself. If this Darrell does exist, he is damn sure elusive. Bigfoot ain't got shit on his ass. Of course, every Alpha I have question tells me he is interested in buying her from me, if I can find her, that is. Even if she is no longer a virgin, they would still take her. No shit! We all want her. Tell me something I don't know. I am also hearing the Lycan king is sear
Wesly Did you have a good visit with Cindy and the baby?" I asked Bella, setting down our dinner tray. I had the flowers behind my back. "He is so stinking cute!" She gushed. "My ovaries are literally screaming." I chuckled at her as I went over to the bed, presenting her with the bouquet before sitting down and putting her legs across my lap. I noticed that Jessica had moved her into my room as I instructed. I also see she has finally opened her boxes. At least she is getting settled. "Did you like your gifts?" I asked, beginning to rub her muscles. She buried her nose in the flowers, leaving pollen on her bandage. "I did. Wesly, you didn't have to go to all that trouble for me, but thank you," She says with a telling grin. "Whatever doesn't fit, we can send back or exchange. I have to admit I had Cindy's help. I'm not much at picking out girlie things." "I am sure all of it will all be fine," She assured me. "As soon as I get my sight back, I will try everything on." I
Wesly 'You have to give her some time, Wesly,' Kota tells me as if he is tired of repeating himself. 'She didn't say no to being our mate.' 'She didn't agree either, did she?' I asked, rolling my eyes. 'Bella has been through a lot. Need I remind you that you have not made it easy for her, either? I think she has proven herself worthy. Now it's your turn.' He said with a huff. I have a lot to make up for with Bella. I do regret the things I have done out of anger. The only good that has come from Charlie's stpuidty is that he made me face how much she means to me. I knew in my heart of hearts she was my Wonderwall, but I didn't want to admit it. I did everything I could to dismiss her and what I was feeling. Now, I realize how much time and effort going in the opposite direction I have wasted. I thought I could force her to bend to my will, but I wasn't brave enough to pull it off. Truth is, complete submission was not what I wanted from a mate. I would eventually get bored
Annabella 'Am I dreaming?' I thought to myself. The weight of Wesly's body pressed against mine is proof to the contrary. His arms are wrapped tightly around me as if I am his prized possession. If only it were true. I may not be asleep, but sooner or later, the fantasy is going to end. It always does with Wesly. My face is also throbbing, another proof that I am conscious. I am back to wondering where the Alpha is. I sighed heavily at the thought. I know this is all happening because Wesly feels responsible for Charlie attacking me. I want his affection, but not out of guilt. I also know I probably shouldn't since Wesly has already shown me I can't trust him, but I still feel safe when he is close. At least, my subconscious self does, anyway. For the first time in a long time, I didn't wake up in a cold sweat. I am also quite shocked to be still lying in Wesly's bed. I had expected he would kick me out once he knew I wasn't at death's door. He probably will when he wakes up.
Wesly 'You didn't think she needed clothes?' Kota asked sarcastically. I didn't even respond. I just rolled my eyes. I hadn't meant for the sourpuss expression to come across my face. I could tell by how Bella looked at me that she thought she was the cause. I was getting impatient, waiting for the nurse to remove the IV from her arm. When she does, she hands me a bag of supplies across the bed. "You will need to change the bandage once a day. There is ointment in here to put over the broken skin. Also, an icepack wouldn't hurt for the swelling." To Bella, she said. "Take the antibiotics until they are all gone with food. If you have any problems, come back." She eyed me with a glare. I have never taken care of anything other than myself. Ever! I guess it was my turn to return the favor. "Are you ready?" I asked Bella. She nodded her head. I put the ballcap and sunglasses on her. I tried to help her off the bed, but she slipped off without my assistance. I was a little disa
Annabella My face feels like it is on fire. I lift my hand and pat the bandages, trying to put it out. I wish Charlie would have finished the job, whatever I thought my life would be like with my owner. It is 10 times past the worst of that if I could get my call button cord around my neck and had the strength to pull it tight enough. I would end it here and now myself. Even worse yet is that I can't get Wesly's handsome face out of my head. Every time I try to close my eyes, I relive the experience of him kissing me. I can feel his lips on mine. He has treated me with less value than the dirt beneath his feet. Yet my heart skips when I look at him or smell his unique scent of fire and cotton. My body has somehow xeroxed the feeling of being in his arms to itself. I can still feel his heat on my flesh where I have been pressed against him. The contact seems to be everlasting. I hadn't expected him just to leave me here. But I guess I should have. After all, he said, I was only a
Wesly "Alpha, what is this?" Doctor Stephens asked me. "She was attacked last night," I told him shortly, hoping he wouldn't ask too many more questions. He moved over to Bella and began to examine her. "She is a Trentity." He told me as if he didn't think I knew. "I am aware of that doctor," I stated. "She collapsed when I took her out of the packhouse to bring her here." "I am not surprised." He told me, gathering the supplies he needed to clean her face. "Trentity's have very delicate eyesight. It is a DNA flaw in the whole breed. It is safe to say that it would have been torture for her to come out in the sun in this condition." 'Bella doesn't have any flaws!' Kota stated, growling at the doctor. "I didn't know that," I admitted to Doctor Stephens. "She would have. I can't imagine why she wouldn't have told you." He assured me. 'Because she isn't allowed to speak.' Kota said. 'You didn't ask her either. Her eyes were the first thing you noticed about her.' He rem