Chapter Eleven
(Spencer POV)
I pull my knees closer into my chest hugging them closely as I can hear people moving around me. Someone grasps my wrist and I try to jerk it away but a warm cup is pressed into my palm. I relax slightly and wrap both hands around the cup drawing it in closer. The smell of the coffee whiffs toward my nose and the slight smell of cinnamon mixed in it brings tears to my eyes. This used to be my favorite thing to drink, my favorite smell now it is ruined by him.
His rejection rings in my ears and I press the coffee cup to my lips and take an attentive sip. The taste of the coffee mixed with the sweetness of the vanilla and cinnamon make a whimper leave my lips. I don’t know how long I have sat on this couch wrapped in a blanket staring at
I slipped so far from who I used to be, who I was supposed to be. I was once a hybrid that wanted nothing but the betterment of his people and those of the werewolves. I sacrificed my father and oldest brother to obtain the goal and unfortunately sacrificed my vampire half and my memories. Memories lost of her, my mate that was killed by the King’s men before I can fully claim her. My anger and burning need for revenge is what causes me to keep up this facade of loyalty until I find the right time to strike. Chapter One (Sebastian) I am trying to complete some work prior to the wolves arriving for the training. I begrudgingly offered my pack for the future Alpha, Beta and Gamma training camp for the next month. I say begrudgingly because it came at the request of the king himself and as much as I would like to have said no however, it is a good opportunity for me to scope out the new leaders of packs that I may be up against. I let out a loud breath as I look at the picture on my
Chapter Sixty Three(Spencer POV) I feel him hardening still deep inside me and I rock my hips a moan escaping my mouth. My hands fist in his hair bring his mouth to mine and I nip at his bottom lip and he grants me entrance into his mouth. Our tongues fight for dominance wanting to taste and explore each other's mouths. I quickly relinquish dominance admitting to him and myself that he is My Alpha. I continue to grind my hips into him as he slides his length in and out of me. The feeling of stretching around him as he creates friction within my pussy has my eyes rolling back in my head. “More…Please Wilder…more” He knew exactly what he needed. He sat up on his knees, never pulling all the way out of me, his hands trailing down over my legs, hooking them on my calves and placing both my legs on his shoulders. He leaned forward, thrusting into me harder. “So fucking good, tight, wet just perfection.” He reached up with his right hand and began to play with my hardened nipple. The or
Chapter Sixty Two(Paxton POV) I collapse to my knees, my hands covering my face sobbing when I spot Sylvia walking into the clearing. My legs are unable to hold me up as disbelief and overwhelming joy fills me as I catch sight of my mate. She reaches me, her scent surrounding me as she sinks down on the ground in front of me and takes my hands in hers pulling them from my face. Tingles run through my body where our skin touches. I launch myself at her, wrapping my arms around her and clutching to her with everything that I am. “I’m here, Pax. I am home and I am not leaving.” I let out a sigh at her words realizing that I have also been filled with fear that she would leave again. I have so many questions but I won’t waste this time to ask them. I cup her face and kiss her the way that I have wanted for so long. She tastes just like the memories that have haunted me for years. I could never look at another the way I had looked at her. I know the elders had wanted for us all to c
Chapter Sixty One(Wilder POV)Around 5 Years Later So much has changed in all these years. The vampires and werewolves live mostly in peace. A surprising number of the vampires have been mated to werewolves. There were so many that we had to hold a large mating ceremony because individual ones would have taken months. There had been hesitation on both sides to accept their mates as they had lived separately for so long. Living as enemies but with the acceptance and encouragement of those of higher rank slowly but surely the bonds grew. Reestablishing the packs and combining some sadly took over a year. There is a different hierarchy now and despite what I thought most didn’t oppose. Golden Moon is the ruling pack now, I will soon become the King. The Guardian Pack is just that, the pack that guards all others. They are the Kings guard. I rule over all the other packs but I am the High Alpha of Golden Moon and them. Alpha’s have been designated for other packs but overall I am a ro
Chapter Sixty(Wilder POV) The sun is high in the sky when I finally untangle myself from my pups and the love of my life and venture out into the living room. I take in the faces out there, their red eyes and tear stained cheeks but more than the faces out there I take in those that are missing. I rush to my sister who is crouched next to the sofa rubbing Erik’s sleeping head as tears still stream down. When I near her she stands and throws herself into my arms. “Bug?” “It hurts so much. He’s gone Wilder. Christian is gone.” Her legs give out and I guide her to the ground where I just hold her as we both cry. I look up at Trey who is looking down at me sadly. He must read the question in my eyes because he speaks. “We won but we lost so much more. Ezekiel, Aria, Sylvia.” Paxton lets out a strangled sob from the doorway he was entering before turning and leaving. “Monica.” The names go on and each is like a stab wound to my heart. So many people I loved are gone. “Christian, he wa
Chapter Fifty Nine(Wilder POV) I’d been wandering through the woods for a while when I saw her sitting there on the ground with her eyes closed tightly and I was confused. She looks like a dream in her linen dress, sitting cross legged, running her hands through dirt and grass. I had been in these woods before and I had expected to see my parents and family to share some comforting words but instead I found her. When she said that I was here to say goodbye. That I wasn’t dead it took long seconds for what she said to sink in. If I’m not dead but we are here to say goodbye that can only mean one thing. The memory floods me as I hold her to me. The sound of her voice in my mind, the words that she spoke. My weak attempt to fight accepting her gift. A betrayal begins to creep in, not betrayal at her and her leaving but betrayal at myself. I don’t know how long we stay there holding each other crying before my voice finally finds me. “You saved me? You sacrifice yourself for me. Wh