Brooklyn.Viktor's left eye twitches.Before his raised hand can meet me, I jolt out of the chair I'm on. The wooden item hits the floor with a loud thud as I put distance between Viktor and I.I chuckle, “what? Did I hit a nerve?”“I'll kill you.” He sneers, his hand tightening on the edge of the table. Right at the spot where I took off from.I nod. “Good. At least I won't have to be under you.”Like a bulb switch, his anger dissolves and he releases his grip from the table. Viktor takes a few steps back, putting more space between us. Glancing at me, he grins. Then chuckles.My body straightens at the sound and sudden emotion. His calmness unnerves me and I have a feeling it has something to do with what I said.Viktor howls in loud laughter, slapping his thighs. His gaze goes down my body and he chuckles. Shaking his head, he sobers up.It's as if there's something he knows that I don't.And I don't like the disadvantage that puts me in.Narrowing my eyes on the male before me, I
Brooklyn.Viktor sent me back to ‘my room' as he put it, to get ready for the meal. He won't specify.And I wonder what the time is.And now, I'm starting to think that he may end up staying here for long after all.Peace wash over me as hot water cascades down my body. With my eyes opened, I watch Mike Ross’ blood go down the drain. An image of his blood polling around him draws me in and I swallow back the large lump in my throat.Shaking my head, I force everything that has to do with Mike and his death down into a chest and lock it up. Not now.For now, I have to make it out of here. Complete.I look down at the barely bump on my stomach. It looks like I just ate rather than being two months gone. And for a werewolf, it's five months.I encircle my stomach, “hold on little bean, daddy is coming for us.”I don't know how or when, but I know Landon is coming and before then, I have to fight my way out of this place.Sighing, I quickly wash my body and step out of the shower after wa
Brooklyn.My brain drums steadily.Groaning, I peel my eyes open and become appreciative when I see that the room is dark. Landon really never forgets that I don't like the light immediately I just wake up.His scent isn't here. Frowning, I reach beside me and my stomach rolls when all I feel is air.Like lightning, my body tenses before sitting up. I scan the room —from the cemented cold floor to the brick wall and moldy smell, to the gated entrance— my heart stops, literally when everything that happened starts to play in my head.I gasp.I've been kidnapped!My breath hitches when I realize something that I'll never be ready to accept. Mike Ross is dead. And he died right in my arms.Salty fluids gather in my eyes as they begin to fall in silent tears. Memories after memories of Mike and I play on a loop.“Not my Mike, please. Not my Mike.” I sob, covering my mouth so whoever watching me can't hear me cry. A metallic taste hits my tongue and I push my hands away to see it dried wit
Landon.“What direction?” Dad asks Logan, eyes on the map before us.After hours of waiting, Sara finally gave us a lead on where she's going. She wandered the pack ground, hidden —somehow— moving from one place to another. The idiot doesn't know that we have her monitored. When I saw her roving about, my initial plan was to have her caught.Dad stopped me. “Let her go,” he had said, “she'll know we are watching her. Let's just watch. Patience, son.”He does have a point, however I don't think I have the patience to wait. Brooklyn is pregnant and with each day that passes, I get anxious.The humming of the mate bond puts me at ease and I sigh. Brooklyn is at peace. I'm sure she already knows that I am not within her reach. The urge to go to her is getting stronger. That's why I need this meeting to wrap up quickly.A chubby index finger points to a location on the map. Dad looks at me through the thin rim of his glasses, “this one?”“No, that.” Logan points to the location on the far
Brooklyn.I gasp.Rogues.My dry hands get clammy and I can hear the wilding thumping of my chest. Gulping, I force a deep, cold breath through my lungs and force a tight smile on my face. “Gentlemen, you lost your way? This is the female bathroom.”I don't know what the hell is happening right and I don't want to think about it because that means admitting that they have done something to Mike Ross. There's no way he'll leave me here. And pretending that I don't know what they are will give me time for Landon to get here.I want to be certain that he can feel what I feel right now.Which happens to be a deep, sated panic.One of them grins and I flinch at the yellow, rotten smelly teeth he shows forth. Dark haired takes slow, deliberate steps towards me, the smile that's anything but gentle still present on his face.I ground my legs, trying not to move. But when he's within a grabbing distance, I lose it and stagger back. Gasping, “you don't want to do this, trust me.”The brown hai
Brooklyn.“Hey," I wipe my hands against my sweat pants as I grab a cup and fill it with orange juice. One I'm guessing Landon added to the refreshments.Maddie offers me a thin smile as she also refills her cup of wine, “hey."Although her face is no longer red and swollen, it is still evident that she spent hours crying with no one knowing about it. I really don't know how their relationship works, but I'll be speaking to Mike soon."You good?” I question, emptying half the cup of the drink.Maddie nods, then shrugs. "Just having a hard time without Riley here and her dad..” she trails off, her voice breaking."What happened to her dad, Madison?” I am really concerned for that old man, at a young age, he had his mate ripped out of him. Now, his daughter also died at a very young age. But I am more concerned because if I was in his position, I'll commit suicide.And that admittance sends my heart into a wave of stimulus, almost choking me by the neck.“He is deteriorating, Brooklyn."