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KARINA POV rated R I knock on Atticus's office door lightly as I open it and he smiles as he sees me. "How was your visit," Atticus asks as he puts down the paper he is scanning. I smile and close the door behind me. "Perfect. Thank you for calling her. I didn't realize I needed to talk to her so badly," I reply as I sit down in the chair across from him. He gives me a knowing smile and I get lost for a second as I look him over. His dark eyes and hair make him so sultry. Not to mention the shirt he has on is a little on the tighter side. All his muscles are on clear display. His broad shoulders and hard pecks make me want to drool. "She always knows how to get you to talk... and I know some things you aren't comfortable sharing with me," Atticus says as he lifts the piece of paper back up. Something in his tone draws me out of my ogling and I look back at his face. He seems almost sad like his feelings are hurt because I spoke with Chloe instead of him. I need to smooth
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ATTICUS POV We grunt with effort as we push down the last wall to another member's old house. All belongings have already been removed from most of the old houses so the pack's move has transitioned to stage two, demolition. "Move to the next group of homes," we call out to the other males helping us break apart the homes. The cleanup crew will follow behind us and dispose of the rubbish. They will also pile the wood and burn it. We don't want to leave a mess behind us for nature to deal with. We want the land to return to normal after we leave. We also told all of the other packs to do the same. We begin to head toward the next group of homes while wiping the sweat from our brow.The new territory is now ready for all of us to move in, but we have decided to move in one pack at a time starting in the center, and since that is Pack Kincaid's we are moving first. "Ready," we call out as we surround the midsized home. We receive a varied response of yes and yeahs from the o
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KARINA POV I smile as little Pat flies up into the air and Logan catches him again. He giggles every time his brown hair lifts off his forehead and it couldn't be more adorable.Our little Klarc pushes against my hand as if to say he wants to play with Logan too and I look down at my stomach with my smile still on my face.I know Atticus wasn't a fan of my favorite name for our little Alpha, but I decided he would come around to it so Klarc it is. "So everyone has settled in nicely," Atticus asks as he focuses in on the main Alpha that he trusts.I look up from my protruding stomach to see Logan settle Pat in his lap. He looks at Atticus and gives him his full attention. I do the same.This is why Atticus invited them to our new pack house. He wants to find out how the others are adjusting. I study my mate's features intently. He has been strained the past few days and I have grown concerned. He wants everything to be perfect for everyone. Even though that isn't possible. What is
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ATTICUS POV Pain rips up our spine and we hold back our scream just before Karina's tears through the air. "That's it. You are doing great," the healer says as she stares at our mate's exposed privates. Karina's water broke ten hours ago and we have been anxious ever since. Our pup is over a month early. He isn't supposed to be coming and we are terrified something is wrong with him. Karina's pregnancy has been easy. We haven't had a single worry until today. "Ahhhhhh," Karina screams as she squeezes our hand again and we try to focus on her instead of the pain. From our time in the dungeon watching other females give birth we know she seems to be doing okay. She is having regular contractions and she isn't bleeding abnormally. "I can see the top of his head. Push, my Queen. He is almost here," the healer says and Karina releases our hand so she can grab her knees. She bares down harder than before and his head emerges in between her thighs. We gasp but no one focuses
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KARINA POV"Twins. I mean animals have twins. I have seen the sheep have them," Chloe says as she looks down at the two miracles.I smile and nod. It's been three days and I still can't believe it. When I told Chloe I had given birth I didn't tell her I brought two lives into the world. She wasn't expecting the tiny female wrapped in pink lying next to her brother."She is so tiny," Chloe says as she gently strokes the dark hair on Klaire's small head.I nod and wrap my arms around myself. I still get overwhelmed when I look at them. I can't seem to handle how much love I have for them and the thought of the day they will leave me forever is already weighing on me."You okay," Chloe asks as she looks up from my pups to see me hugging myself.I nod and give her a forced smile.She cocks her head and gives me a cut the bull shit glare. I sigh. She knows me too well to fall for that."I am so happy and so lucky. I mean I made history. I gave birth to not one but two Alpha pups. Klarc is h
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This story is dark. Atticus Kinciad suffered abuse all his life. Please remember this story is strictly fictional. No one was harmed and I created all these characters using my imagination. Please read The Omega's Stand to understand Atticus's story. 7yrs old. I sniffle quietly as I try to shift my body around into a more comfortable position. I wish I had something soft to push under my aching bottom, but I don't. I could take off my tattered shirt, but then the silver would have access to more of my raw skin. "Stop moving around so much! I can't think for two seconds without you interrupting me," Rupert growls and I freeze. My father, Rupert Kincaid, hates when I make noise and he is quick to punish me when annoyed. "Sorry, Alpha," I whisper to please the large man sitting behind his desk. He grunts lowly to indicate he heard my apology and I almost smile. He didn't hit me or call me names. I must have made him happy with my submission. I go back to counting my br
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The nights in my cage are normally so peaceful. Father isn't in his office so I can move around as much as I like. I can also daydream or hum if I like. But the dark sky on this night isn't bringing me an ounce of peace. The dull look in my baby sister's eyes and the screams of her grieving mother are haunting me. The look of pride in my father's eyes makes me feel dirty. It's as if he is a disease and I have been infected by him. "Why did I listen to him? Why didn't I fight against him? Why didn't I try to protect her," I ask as my throat begins to burn with emotion again. I punch my legs as tears well up in my eyes once more and hate for myself grows in my chest. I wipe my face angrily as the water slips down it, but the stream just gets thicker. I shouldn't be allowed to cry. I don't deserve to feel sad! I did it. I killed her. I am a monster just like him. I killed her to make him happy so I wouldn't get hit. I am a pathetic male just like he said I am. "I hate you," I w
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"Took you long enough to heal," Father snaps as I stand motionless in front of his desk. He stands up and moves to stand beside me. My body shivers uncomfortably and he growls. "The doctor said a week. You took two. Fucking pitiful," he growls lowly before punching me in the stomach. My body curls in on itself instantly and I cough as the wind gets pushed from my lungs. "Get in your cage," Rupert snaps, and I walk toward my silver bars quickly. He closes and latches the door behind me as I curl up into a ball. I wish I had stayed hurt. Better yet I wish I hadn't woken up. "Don't think you got out of training! You will be out there this afternoon," Father growls as he heads for the office door. "Yes, Alpha," I whisper as the door clicks behind him. *****"This time I want to see if keeping you alive has been a waste. You aren't allowed to stop until one of your opponents either bleeds or forfeits," Father says and three of his men step onto the training mate.
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