I don’t fear what Zeke might do to me. I am worried I might lose complete control of my senses and call this whole thing off. Or tell him I’m pregnant and break his heart. I said rejection wouldn’t work, I didn’t tell him why. I'm killing Phillipe because it is the only way to save our child from a lifetime of fear. When he mentioned entertaining his future children with the same silly pranks and tricks of his childhood something broke inside me. I’m trying to have this perfect, precious little segment of time with him but the truth keeps breaking in. He’s so different from the wounded, haunted man who came to find me after the battle. Is this a glimpse into the past, the confident, devilishly sexy Zeke who conquered any woman he chose? /Don’t complain, this Zeke is wonderful too. We don’t need perfection, we need real/ Livi murmured lovingly. She is completely sunk for him, even though his wolf has not reached out to her like a mate, she trusts him implicitly. So when Zeke’s f
Beta Maddox just strolls in like he hasn’t just pulled down the curtain on the highlight of my life. His short blonde hair, grey eyes and tattoos give him some swagger whilst his swishing black cloak reminds me of some suave spy figure. Except the guy is nervous as fuck. From here I can tell his cloak is all creased at the sides, from clenching the material with his hands. /Why is he so nervous if he set this thing up?/ Freya finished fastening her own black cloak around her shoulders. “Maddox will be leaving us when we get to the castle. He’s kind of on two missions tonight.” I didn’t have to ask. It was Zena. The guy is absolutely mad for her. “She’s at Rising Star then? Do Alpha Nikolai and Cillian know this?” “No. Nobody knows where she is. I only have a hunch Zena’s there. I want to check it out while I have the chance to be that close.” I growled, standing tall. Maddox puffed his chest out in return. There was anger in him after all, just waiting below the surface. Lightnin
In all the versions of this plan, I never envisaged Zeke meeting his mate on the doorstep of the castle. Forced to watch his bond click into place, shivers of cold, sickening fear raced through me. It can’t be. Not Zeke. In the past, my family, Phillipe, and even Alpha Cillian have suggested I am fairly selfish. Incapable of taking someone else's feelings into account. Well, I just watched the man I love, the man whose baby I am carrying walk away with another woman and said nothing. I love him so much that I let it happen.Deep down, way beyond a level I could ever confess, even to myself, I think I had been dreaming he could perhaps be a second chance mate. Those sparks, that connection. It had to mean something, surely? Apparently not. /Hush, hush, do not shred yourself to pieces. We need our strength,/ Livi tried to console me, even trying to bring down my sky-rocketing pulse with waves of calming heat. Zeke swore forever to me, but a mate is different. I can’t hate him for t
Thalia. Fucking hell. Thalia. Mate. How can this possibly be? A mate in the middle of the enemy's territory! I briefly wondered how madly Zena would cackle at such a comeuppance. The twisted lines of Fate required to bring me to such a point where I would feel the fingertips of a rebel brush against mine, only to be drowned by sparks and blessings. It didn’t stop my stomach lurching to hear Freya's sobs as she almost fell through the doorway. Thalia kept her grip on my hand, the smile never leaving her face. To my surprise, it would appear it is absolutely possible to love two people at once. For nothing has changed about my feelings for Freya. I adore her still, I would die for her still. Rush is mad for Thalia, I don’t know a thing about her. /Look at our beautiful mate! We have found our home!/ he whirled. Following her blindly we weaved away from the castle before Beta Patrick sent out guards. Imogen vanished somewhere but my brain was too cloudy to think any further. Thalia
I’m spread-eagled down on the ground waiting for the blackness of death to claim me. You don’t survive being impaled by a silver machete. You just don’t. Rush is of no use to me either after the rejection. I’m vaguely aware of him wailing and bawling in the darkest recesses of my mind as the rejection takes effect. Somehow, Finn is pulling me to my feet, his face white, grey eyes shocked. Entirely naked and covered in gaping claw marks he has taken a beating but his face is fixed on my ribcage where I should be gushing pints of blood. Lifting me up like a toddler, unsteady on my feet he shouted with the full force of his giant chest. “What the hell is this? What the fuck is happening right now!” “I don’t know…what the, where is Thalia?” Rush was absent in my mind, only a keening, miserable void echoing through to my bones. The pain of rejecting a mate, it’s as brutal as the rumours suggested. I’m dizzy, sick and like the worst flu, every joint wants to implode. I hope Thalia is i
Announcing a pregnancy was should never be this terrifying. “Our what?” spluttered from his mouth for the third time, kicking out at a golden goblet that clattered across the ballroom floor. As my words failed he bolted out of that throne chair like he’d been electrocuted. Staring furiously at me, but refusing to step an inch closer. Instead he shouted at the silent, glaring Beta Patrick, “get the Pack Doctor. Now!” His green-eyed henchman scuttled out like the obedient insect he is. Within three seconds two other crossbow wielding louts replaced him at his post. A swift death assured should my foot wander outside the purple rug. /Even if we kill Phillipe what the hell do we do about those loyal to him?/ One step at a time I tell Livi. Let's survive tonight first. As the ballroom door rattled shut Phillipe turned to me, purple eyes blazing, his white hair falling about his face. “You know if you’re lying about this, you’re dead. Dead so quick you won’t even have time to realise it
Obviously Cillian went absolutely apeshit on me when we arrived back at the war front. It was nice to see everyone for sure, but I could have done without my childhood friend barely restraining himself from ripping me to shreds.Umbridled Alpha authority oozed from every pore. I knew his claws were on the verge of extending, his fingers twitching as he interrogated everyone. Those blue eyes of his frighteningly icy, topped with his wild red hair made a hell of a sight.I got to hear Briss, Finn, and Sawyer debrief Alpha Cillian first. That left waiting outside like a naughty schoolboy. It also helped to steady my nerves before I took my sad little turn inside the headquarters of fury. The green khaki tent filled with maps, reports and letters bristled in the wind, and the power of Cillian’s roar.“WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK WERE YOU DOING!”Stood in his tent, fully aware that the material hid absolutely none of our conversation from the men a dozen trees away I didn’t even try to claim in
Three months have passed and I am not a single step closer to Phillipe. Not one iota. Three months! If the barn in Wodness Brook had been rustic, I'd swap in a heartbeat now. Home is an old servants room. It has a bathroom at least. I made sure to complain loudly about the room when guards were near, just so they thought I was still a selfish wretch. That stopped once morning sickness rendered me capable of nothing more than dry heaving. It was largely just retching but this morning there was no disguising I had been unwell. The bushy eyebrowed doctor is my only visitor. Never on his own. Always flanked by at least two guards. They either carry silver-tipped machetes or crossbows. Angry, glaring men. The scariest part is their irises flickering between multiple colours. Hybrids are unstable. They can flip and kill because the human vessel is not strong enough to handle a stronger wolf than the Goddess planned for them. Not that I trust him, but the Doctor still appears to be m