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20. Ivan
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The Beta's Prize 21. Cherish
This must be the most bizarre girl’s night out in history. Martha and I were disguised in huge black hoods, matching many other guests, apparently a White Forest Pack style Martha assured me. Together we guided a limping Genevieve, walking with a stick, sporting a large black hat with her masses of curly hair tucked inside. She had borrowed some of my clothes seeing as she only had the rancid silk slip she was first presented in. She could have been missing a leg and she would have dragged herself out to this pit of barbarity tonight, so determined to see Franklin meet his end. Even so the mood was almost fun, the crowd was exhilaratingly wild. Martha warned me there was no way to escape, every exit out of the complex being severely monitored by the guards. How could I tell her, for the first time ideas of escape were not on my mind, not until I knew Ivan was safe. Amidst the flowing beer, crude jokes and jostling for position we found ourselves in the thick of it. We couldn’t se
The Beta's Prize 22. Ivan
The doctor’s smarmy grin as he checked my pulse, “someone got a prize waiting?” made me want to rip his face clean off. The instant he declared I was fit enough to train I pushed past him and sprinted down the warren of grey corridors. My ribs were red raw, the flesh still knitting itself back together, but I am not bleeding and fully conscious, therefore fit enough to see her. When the door refused to budge, fear thudded into the pit of my stomach. Either Cherish hadn’t heard from me and thought I was dead, or one of the others had made an attempt to get to her. “Cherish!” I said as calmly as possible, though it still sounded like a thuggish shout. I couldn’t help it. Craving her touch since the second I let go of her hand almost two days ago has been more painful than the ribs gouges. I can’t close my eyes without seeing the curve of her lips and the way she looked at me before she kissed me. Heated blue eyes, it shouldn’t even be possible. As I hear her squeak my name my blood
The Beta's Prize 23. Cherish
The more kisses I lavished on him the more he seemed to accept that I genuinely want this to happen. Having to confess to having zero experience in the world of men made him pause but oh god now his hands were back, sparking reactions all over my body. He tugged at my vest, lifting it up over my head. I stood in only his shorts and black lace bra. His green eyes simply ate me up as though I was some uncovered treasure. The heat of his gaze should have made me blush and retreat but instead I felt emboldened. The fear of losing him had made me shut down the nagging, worried part of my brain at how impossible this situation was, at least for now. “I believe the shorts are yours too,” I smiled, watching his hands slowly travel from my waist towards the knot tied at the front. Standing on the mattress my chest, hoisted upwards in my lace bra was very close to his face, indeed I could feel his breath on my chest as he looked down to untie the knot. Looking down at his busy hands I couldn
The Beta's Prize 24. Ivan
Cherish’s face quickly screws up in confusion but I know what I saw. Her iris, normally a pale sky blue, constantly drawing my vision to bathe in the soft pools of colour had pink flecks. Glinting shards, resembling the beauty of a shattered amethyst. There is no way for a human to produce such an effect, it is the spirit of one’s wolf. I know my own eyes have a strong gold tinge to them. Lust, passion and anger, all call a wolf to the fore. Instead of getting to enjoy the warmth of her in my arms and cover her in gentle loving caresses, Cherish suddenly starts pushing me away and scampering across the mattress.“Don’t be silly Ivan,” she huffed, throwing one of my vests over her, so baggy it acted like a dress as she flew to the mirror and stared. “There’s nothing there!” “Well not now you’re crazy-staring into a mirror, but a minute ago,” I said with a lazy smile, still lying on the bed, the pain in my ribs gradually subsiding from her legs being wrapped around me. Shit, I need a
The Beta's Prize 25. Cherish
After Ivan left, I cried, scalding tears of frustration and sadness. Then I spent an age staring into the mirror. There is nothing there, my eyes are their usual placid blue but that’s not why I lashed out. I cannot understand myself. Why did I get so defensive about the idea I might be part-wolf? Would it really be that horrendous? Apart from the obvious psychopaths and villains in this hellhole, and the ones who raided our villages, Martha, Genevieve and Ivan have been just as kind as any humans I know. After all, I'm seeing woodland and even wolves in dreams and oh my god the sparks. None of it is normal, I know this. I’m in so much denial that I’ve gone and wrecked it with Ivan. After he made me feel like I was on another planet with pleasure I have repaid his kindness by making him feel like scum. The guilt is overwhelming. The way his face changed after I lashed out. “I thought you wanted to die,” was burned into my conscience. That was an appalling thing to say. If I coul
The Beta's Prize 26. Ivan
Amid an uncomfortable silence, I strode across the wooden gym floor finding a seat at the back like a naughty school child, Unfortunately that means I am next to a seething Denton. His long black beard was constantly being stroked, twisted and pulled by his fat fingers. While I tried to listen to Vincent’s stats and financial figures I could feel his head was turned and looking directly at me. “What?” I hissed quietly, keeping my eyes ahead. “You’re fucking dead.” “We all are,” I sighed back, “try something new.” “Xavier should be here instead of you.” “Are you missing your bestie? Didn’t think that was your style Denton, unless he was more than that to you…” I found my chair kicked away and I hit the wooden floor with a crash. Denton was immediately above me, his fists smashing into my face. I hardly had the will to defend myself after leaving things like that with Cherish. Kohl stepped up, the red mist descending over my consciousness. By the time I came back to my senses I wa
The Beta's Prize 27. Cherish
Martha left me in the linen cupboard for most of the day. I can’t stand to be anywhere else. The room is the only area with happy memories. The smell of clean laundry, Genevieve's laugh, the complete absence of shifters. I try to mourn for her but I realise I am mourning a ghost. My grief is for the friendship I imagine we could have had. By the time I came out it was dark and Martha was locking up. She gave me a sad smile and wrapped her arm around me. “Tomorrow you can help me, I am sorry for today, it’s been tough losing her when she fought so hard to get through her first month.” We chatted soberly as we headed back towards my room. Ivan would surely be there so I made sure to pull on my gloves before we got back. Martha noticed, but she said nothing, just absorbed it all with her eager brown eyes. I am sure she thought I would be stripping off for Ivan, not adding layers. It was so late by the time I arrived back at the room Ivan was already in bed asleep. Or at least pretendi
The Beta's Prize 28. Ivan
Kohl had wailed at me the instant I withdrew my lips from her soft skin. He was drunk on the sparks, a whirling frenzy of activity in my mind as I softly roamed from up by her ear down to her collarbone. It felt like falling. The more I gently nuzzled and nipped her the more dangerous it felt. Like a tightrope walk, a few more seconds and I would have spun her around and devoured her where she stood. But I can’t. I won’t. I must master my wolf’s urges. Just because Kohl is desperate for me to get closer to her doesn’t mean it’s the right thing to do. Even though her eyes have that pink sparkle, and her skin seems to taste of red berries. Her wolf is emerging. Which means she is potentially not herself right now. Leaving her standing there in the room and flinging myself back into bed took serious willpower. Every sinew in my body wanted more, but I did it. I proved my point that she is a shifter and here I am alone in bed. My own eyes are blazing in desire, trying to pretend I di
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