“Stop,” Remington orders and his voice echoes across the chamber, making them shut their mouths immediately, “That doesn’t change anything, Ivy is still technically an omega, her wolf was dormant for majority of her life and there’s still omega scent on her, they can still hunt her.”
“Powerful omega scent,” Damian adds, eyes scrutinizing me. Damn it. “Powerful how?” I scoff, “I’m just as useless as the rest of you.” “Yes, powerful definitely isn’t the word,” Tatiana adds, finally agreeing with me on something, “It’s tumultuous energy and it’s always been a part of her, it just feels enhanced now. As if… the prophecy is at full effect.” “That’s why we’re taking precautions,” Remington says, his voice getting stronger. His mom still gets on his nerves more than anyone, I suppose. “We should simply get rid of her like I proposed yesterday, that would fix everything,” Tatiana growls at her son before giving me a mean look. I can’t call her a fucking bitch right now, but I scratch my nose with my middle finger. Remington hits the table with his hand and it makes me jump just like everyone else. I drop my hand. “That is not going to happen,” he declares as if he’s tired of repeating it, “I apologize, Ivy. I think this is everything we needed to discuss with you… and I’m sorry about your plans for today, but I think it’s better if you stay here starting right now.” I’m not surprised, but it’s going to make things a lot harder for me. Thankfully, I have someone out there who can help me. “Fine. I’ll get my guest to bring me what I need,” I murmur and give everyone one last look, “Thanks for your always lovely input, Council. I’m sure you’re all excited to see me around in the next few days.” “No, we’re not,” Tatiana spits out. Remington turns to give her a tired look. “Well, I am,” I smile and walk to the door, not giving them a chance to say anything else. I step out of there with my spine straight, pretending I'm not about two seconds away from losing it completely. The young omega, Felicia, is already waiting outside the door, trying not to fidget as she smiles nervously at me. "Your room is on the third floor, Miss Doreen. I'll show you." I nod once. We walk in silence through the halls, the heavy weight of old memories pressing down on me like a second skin with every step I take. Every corner we pass is one I remember. Especially that alcove where Remington used to kiss me when we thought no one was watching. And the hallway I sprinted down the day I left, my throat raw from screaming, my heart in shards. "Here," Felicia says, opening the door to the bedroom at the far end of the third-floor corridor. This feels like a bad fucking joke, "It's been cleaned and prepared. I can bring you some clothes or anything else you might need." "Thank you," I manage to let out, forcing myself not to explode at her because it’s not her fault. She opens the door and I take a step inside, letting the scent hit me. God, it’s too strong. "I'll let you settle in," she says, bowing her head politely and then scurrying away. I step inside. Neutral colors. Warm lighting. Bigger than my entire apartment downtown. The windows open to a view of the northern ridge, where the mountains cut the sky into jagged pieces. It's just as beautiful as it is suffocating. And it smells like him. Strongly. Remington's scent—spice, pine, something darker I can't name—but my wolf stirs and tries to take as much of it as possible, like a fucking scent junkie. I have to lean against a wall and press my forehead against it. Get a grip, dude. I thought my wolf hated Remington just as much as I did, I thought we were in the same page... so why is the bond humming again? Why is she so desperate for his scent? A knock snaps me out of my thoughts. I walk to open the door and there he is again. Alpha posture. Clean black shirt. Eyes like frost and thunder. Seeing him here brings me back to seven years ago when we used to share this same room. It was our little cocoon of warmth and love, the only place in this huge house that didn’t feel cold. I lost my virginity here, I spent every night with him in here, I got pregnant with my son here and I thought we would spend our whole lives in here. I truly loved every second of living with him. Until he blew up my entire world and forced me to walk away.Ivy makes a delightful little kitten moan and sucks on my tongue so good, I groan and move to be on top of her again. I don't give a single fuck about the amount of shit that awaits me outside this bed because of her. I don't care that I have to deal with the Council, the Northern Alliance, my pack and the rogues because of her. This is worth anything. And she can’t fucking leave me yet. I have to make sure she doesn’t because I haven’t had enough of her yet. I need to fuck her at least once, then she can go.Or twice. Or as many times as I can, but then I will let her go right after, I promise.“Can I make you come right now?” I beg, eager to give her pleasure. Without separating our lips for even one second, I move a hand down her stomach, in between our bodies, “Or—““Yes,” she responds, wrapping her arms around my body and starting to lift my shirt to touch the skin of my back. I’m about to get up to help her when somebody opens our bedroom door, startling both of us. I jump u
"Have you shifted yet?" I ask a minute later to shift my own mind away from those ugly thoughts. Ivy nods. I know I should be getting more answers about the fire thing, but I get sentimental instead and bring her hand to my nose to scent her, "Is she black as the night? Is she stealthy and ferocious?” "Yep,” Ivy responds with a little smile, just making me feel even more sentimental. I’d really love to meet her and introduce myself in wolf form as well. Maybe we could run away together and never shift back, "And she's strong, Rem. Not just normal strong, but way too strong. To be completely honest, I still don't know the extent of whatever is wrong with me, but I always knew in the back of my head, it was probably that damn prophecy that has cursed me my entire life. I have no confirmation, though. So it could be just... something else?" "You really think it's just a coincidence?" I ask with a pointed look, Ivy makes a grimace and shrugs, "You really think you create all this abso
"There was this rich guy who kept flirting with me," Ivy starts. I close my eyes, knowing I'll hate this, "And I'd been eating cheap food for a while, so I thought... yeah, I'll get a fancy meal out of this guy. So we went out and when he paid, I saw his wallet. It was fat as hell, with lots of fresh cash in there." "So you stole it and ran?” I ask, imagining the moment clear as day, her reaching for the wallet and running out of the restaurant, pushing tables on her way out. "No," she scoffs, offended, "I saw a business opportunity. I let him take me back home and I scheduled another date... in his house this time. I happened to have very some undisclosed pills in my possession, so I crushed them up. During our date, I spiked his drink and once he was out, I stole his money and searched his house for some valuables. Just like that, I made seven hundred dollars." Oh. That's worse than I thought. And I know what comes next, she kept doing it over and over again until it went sout
There’s a lot I still have to do. I should actually stay outside until I’m sure there’s nothing else lurking around. Then I should go down to the tunnels and see for myself that there’s nothing hiding there. Normally, I would, but I can’t right now. I can’t wait anymore, I need to see Ivy. The second I walk inside, I hear the panicked chatter echoing through the walls. The path to the stairs is clear, so I manage to escape and go straight for Ivy's room. I knock and wait for a few seconds. "Alpha Remington," Cassie says as a greeting when she opens the door for me, not surprised to see me here, “Ivy’s taking a shower.” “Alright. I’ll wait for her out h—“ “No, just wait inside,” she says, then looks back and offers her hand to my son, "Come on, Ash. Let's go get some food.” Ash nods and walks to her, holding onto an old dragon toy. He throws me a quick, inquisitive glance as he leaves the room, as if he’s wondering what I’m doing here. Or maybe he’s starting to get tir
I put myself together and walk closer to the tunnel. Felicia and three more girls are already out of there, talking to Beta Francis as more of my men go down the tunnel like I ordered. "Alright, I need an explanation," I say as I get to them. Everyone stops talking to look at me. One of the girls behind Felicia looks exactly like her, it could be her twin, "Who's going to speak for all of you? Felicia?" "Yes, Alpha," she responds and gulps in nerves before standing up straighter than I've ever seen her and looking right into my eyes, "I am not a traitor to the Silvan pack. I was born here, I needed a job and I've given you my best the whole time. Genuinely. But when I heard about the movement and Ivy's importance on it, I stayed for different reasons. I switched my loyalty to the rogues and I helped them get into the pack. I'm sorry… but not really, because this is a peaceful movement. All we want is to sit down with Ivy and ask her to join us." I just shake my head in confusion
{ Remington } Ivy created fire out of nowhere. She stood there like a warrior and stopped over ten rogues with nothing but power. Magical power, to be exact. She created flames and made men kneel. Wolves to bow. When that happened, I felt a tight grip of fear take ahold of my throat. I know Ivy isn't weak, but to witness the extent of her strength allowed me to see the truth. She's not the skinny, weak little girl I met anymore. The insecure, lonely girl who clung onto my every word, who saw me as her savior and her protector, who allowed me to bring her into my world and keep her under my control... for a while. Ivy doesn't need anything or anyone. Doesn't need me. Not to be her savior, her protector, her provider, her mate. Nothing. Even without confirmation, I know what's going on, those rogues don't want to hurt her... they want her as some kind of important figure. Like a goddess. They are here for her, to do whatever she says, to give their lives for her if she ask