LOGINChapter 17: The SecretDaniel JonesThe clock above my desk ticks, and ticks, and ticks...My hand clutches a pen in it, but can't move the inch towards where my signature is needed. Fuck, I don't even know what this paper is for. I look down, reading the bold print at the top. "Pack Agreement: Breed Week Regulations"I should probably read through this shit before signing it. Giving an overdramatic groan, I flip away from the signature page and find the list of agreements. I read through the first one. An image of her laying in that bed flashes through my mind. Trailing my fingers up her shining, smooth skin until they reach the edge of her shirt. God, why does she have to sleep in those shirts? Reading through the second agreement, each word goes past my eyes without my conscienceness approval of them. Fuck...I pull out my phone and dial his number. "Mitch, I need you to come to my office." There's a groan on the other end, but it's not his. There is a woman- oh, two women, wit
Chapter 16: The PackDaniel JonesShe cried into my chest for over an hour. I smell like her. My hands ran through her hair, brushed her fucking tears away. I wreck my hands against the punching bag over and over again, watching them break and bleed onto the leather exterior. I saw her scars...The metal hinges holding the punching bag crack with my hand, sending it across the room until it hits the wall. "Damn! Danny, you alright? Shit," Mitch says, dropping his dumbbells to the ground. Steadying my breath I look down at my hands. The blood drips from them steadily. "Fine." I pause, feeling my wolf's anger push forward once again."It's just that fucking mutt-" I bite my tongue, trying to keep myself from telling him why it bothers me so much. Earlier I knocked it up to be my irritated response to wolves being delinquent with Mundies. "Yeah, man...that was pretty fucked up." I can't get the image of him, dick in hand, touching my mate, out of my head. I feel my chest rumble and
Chapter 15: The ApologyClarissa Herrington My hands cover my face as I push as far back as possible, my back against the corner. I can feel my body shaking and my teeth clenching. My sobs come out violently, but they don't feel like mine. It's uncontrollable. Every impact, every fist against flesh, my body flinches. My stomach aches. My ears ring. Every single hit feels like it's on my skin, and I tuck myself further into a ball. "Alpha!" I hear the word but it sounds like it's under water. There's more speaking, more yelling, but I can't make out anything over the sound of my breathing that has turned into something horrible. My side aches, and I can almost feel the blood pooling along my skin again. The feeling of the knife being removed just before the medication made it numb. A hot hand touches my exposed leg, and I scream. There's no subtly in the scream. My lungs burn with it, and my stomach cramps from the expulsion. I kick my leg towards the hand, holding my head tighter
Chapter 14: Monster Daniel Jones"Earth to Alpha..." Howard says, waving his hand to the side to get my attention. "I'm listening," I tell him through a rumble in my chest, but I don't look away. The one-way windows in the conference room give me the perfect view of her. Fuck, I shouldn't care about her. I should focus on what this asshole Howard has to say about the pack training grounds renovation. But I can't stop. I'm fascinated with the way her lips press against that blue coffee mug, bought from the boutique down the street. I know because it has our local brand on it for Clearwater. Her hands delicately enfolding the cup, and fuck if I don't think about those hands enfolding something else. Howard says something, and the other wolves nod and hum their agreement. Mitch elbows me, but I stay silent. I don't really give a shit about what they spend the money on, as long as they stay in budget. The moment four in the afternoon ticks by, everyone in the financial building clear
Chapter 12: The First Attack Clarissa Herrington I check the clock on my desk to find it sitting at ten in the morning. Ten in the morning, and I've already seen two people walking into the treeline. It's not that I've been staring out the window all day, but I couldn't help but notice, when I happened to be looking out there, that a man sprinted into it for seemingly no reason at all. The night had gone...strangely. While I have gotten accustomed to the nightmares, for some reason, they stopped last night. It wasn't pasta on the counter, and there was no Chris. It was like everything just disappeared. Leaving me peacefull for the first time since the attack. While I was drinking my coffee at my desk, I had shamelessly spaced out while looking out the window. Thinking about those oddly peaceful moments last night. That's when I seen the first man leave. Two hours later, another one. "Hey, is there something in the treeline?" I ask out loud. I jolt in my chair when Julie pops her
Chapter 12: Something Isn't RightDaniel JonesThree weeks and two days. That's how long she's been here. For three weeks and two days I've stared at her from the terrace of her room, watching as she sleeps unpleasantly. I've watched her run every single day, the same path each time through the woods around the property. I've seen what restaurants she's gone to, and which ones she likes enough to go back to again. Virginia practically has a fully time job in my bed now. She doesn't know why, and no matter how much she asks, I won't tell her. She can assume I suddenly fell in love with her for all I care. With breed-week coming up, she, and a few others, are going to have to keep my mind on track. "I was thinking of bringing over a toothbrush. Maybe some clothes..." she mumbles next to me, breathing heavily from our time together. "Not happening." She turns around on the bed with a pouting lower lip. I take it in my teeth and bite it until there's blood coating my tongue. "Why? I







