*Tatum*I see Maverickโs outline, the general size of his imposing figure as I look up at him, unwilling to pull myself out of bed. I killed someone. An actual living, breathing person with a life and friends. I didnโt just kill him; I laid in his entrails and was showered in his blood like some sick fucking right of warrior passage. One I didnโt ask for.โAre you in pain?โ He asks softly. I shake my head no. I was fortunate enough to not have any serious injuries, other than a chewed up ankle, the rest of my cuts and bruises have already healed. The healer even took the time to wrap my ankle in some type of leaves with some herbs that have taken my pain away. โThen why the hell are you crying?โ Maverick asks. There is an edge to his voice, almost as if he is angry with me, and it only makes my lips quiver as more tears flood down my cheek. These damn emotions, these damn eyes.โI killed someone.โ I whisper, guilt sliding up my spine and making me shudder. I can still smell him on m
โHowโd she take it?โ Maverick asks, following along behind me down the hallway.โAs expected.โ I mumble, unable to pull myself out of this grumpiness surrounding me. โSo she cried then?โ He verifies, and I toss him a glare over my shoulder.โNo, she assured me itโs fine and that my safety comes first.โ I snark at him before looking back down the hallway and rolling my eyes. โHmmm.โ He hums and the sound irritates my ears, feeding my already sour mood. I whip around to face him, my hands on my hips. โโHmmโ what, Maverick?โHe slides me a grin. โWasnโt sure if she was a crier like you or not.โ He simply shrugs, as if he didnโt just verbally attack me for the shit I went through yesterday. Does his dickishness know no bounds? My lips twitch into a sneer as my eyes narrow and I open my mouth to say a smart ass comment, but instead I snap it shut. He wants to be an asshole? Fine, Iโll make sure he feels like one. I turn back around, ambling into the kitchen, choosing to ignore his stup
โIs that what you are wearing?โ Maverick asks, and I frown at him in the mirror. He sits on the edge of my bed watching, waiting for me to panic or changeโagain. But not this time. No, Iโm damn happy in my insanely soft little navy dress. It hugs my curves in all the right places while not showing so much that I am uncomfortable in it. โYes.โ I answer, smoothing it over my hips. โNow letโs just hope I pass inspection.โ I turn and walk past Maverick, looking for my purse and wallet, the same one I havenโt needed once since being here. โI really donโt like the idea of you guys going into town.โ He says. โArtemis is fine with it.โ โArtemis is a great alpha, but this is my realm and I am telling you, I donโt like it.โ โYou donโt have to like it.โ I turn to face him. โTatum, there are things going on, things that Alpha Artemis isnโt sharingโฆโ he says, standing and walking over to me. I shoot him a glare, pressing my clenched fist to my hip. โOh, suddenly your alpha isnโt to be tru
Clem sighs heavily, as though she is embarrassed or disappointed in herself. โI really shouldnโt say anything.โ She mumbles, and I give her a pointed look. โUgh. Fine. I caught her going over the border and talking to someone. Before the first attack.โโWhat?โ I hiss, looking around frantically. โAre you serious? Clem! Artemis has to know, you have to tell him. What if she was meeting with a rogue?โโI hardly think someone with such expensive taste is a rogue or deals with them.โ Clem frowns and I shrug. โWho is to say rogues canโt like nice things? The point is, you have to tell Artemis, or someone.โ She groans and looks away, nibbling her lower lip. โI canโt.โ She insists. โThis is the first time I have had any alone time with him. I really like him, Tatum. I donโt want to come off like a jealous girl trying to eliminate the competitionโฆ.โShe has a point. It would definitely look suspiciously like she is trying to eliminate people from the lineup. And without her having establis
*Maverick* I stare at my phone, my thumb hovering over the compose text button. It shouldnโt be this hard to send a simple text, to type in the number and then strategically ask the questions I need to. But itโs the fact that I typed the number with ease that reminds me of who this is. I remember only four numbers by heart. Both my parents, Tatumโs and Jackson. The best friend I have ever had. The same guy who would have left his family behind happily if it meant he could fight by my side. It was always his dream, this life Iโm living. If only I could tell him just how much he would have hated it. There is no doubt in my mind that crossing this mental barrier that I put up for emotional protection for myself will mean there is no going back. Once I send this text, Jackson will never let me out of his life again. Or maybe he will when he finds out that the Maverick he used to know is gone, replaced with a broken, darker version. Itโs not my choice to send this text, to track down
Milo sits on the edge of his desk, observing me. Neither of us has spoken since we barged in here moments ago. He then sighs and crosses his arms, motioning for me to take a seat. I donโt move from my position near the door, watching him as he shakes his head. โI can only assume you are here because Tatum has filled you in on what she has heard from Clem?โ He asks.โShe has.โ I offer and Milo frowns. โShould she not have informed me?โ โNo, she did the right thing. Though I am interested to hear what she has told you.โโThat Kira has broken rules.โ I state, and he lifts a brow in curiosity. โAnd Tatum hasnโt?โ he asks. โAnd what about you, Mav. Have you informed me of everything you should have?โ My jaw clenches and I look away. โDo you intend to look into Kira or not?โ I ask and Milo tilts his head curiously.โShe is under Samanthaโs watch, and she has reported nothing yet.โโThe meeting over pack borders was before you and Alpha Artemis assigned to the girls.โ I remind him. โAnd
*Tatum* When I come back out of my room, the TV is set to my requested show and there are snacks and a few cans of soda waiting for me. I frown seeing that Maverick is nowhere to be found. Itโs strange how accustomed I have grown to him being around. Going out for girlsโ night wasโฆwell it was something, but I couldnโt help but feel exposed. Weirdly alone without Maverick waiting in my shadows.I know it is probably due to him being with me at all hours of the day. But having Maverick back in my life, no matter how much of a dick he can beโฆitโs been nice. โMav?โ I call out. I hear him grunt in acknowledgement from his room. โWhat? Donโt you want to watch this show with me?โ โIโd rather fight the rogues again, Tater tot.โ He responds in an annoyed tone that brings a smile to my lips. โIf you want that so bad we could probably go for a run again?โ I tease and I hear him heave a heavy sigh. โDonโt tempt me,โ he growls back, and I canโt help but laugh at him. โFine. Iโll watch my show
I find Clem walking along the trail, and she groans, covering her face in embarrassment. A grin slips over my lips and I canโt help but shake my head at her antics. She has been avoiding me since her date with Artemis. A full week of her hiding away in her room or dodging out of the kitchen at breakfast, lunch or dinner. But she knows she canโt hide from me now.โHave you finally stopped hiding from me?โ I ask her, and she smirks.โYes, itโs awfully lonely hanging out with just my bodyguard.โโYou know you didnโt have to hide.โ I remind her, and she frowns.โI knowโฆโโAnd you donโt have to tell me more about Kira either,โ I tell her, though I really hope she chooses to share. She watches me closely, then grins at me. โItโs fine, Tatum.โ she sighs. โNow that one of us is going home and I figure itโs likely to be me, so I should share it with someone,โI roll my eyes and chuckle. โYou are not going home. You had a second and third date with Artemis this week.โ I remind her. โI knowโฆbu
Hey!! SO this is ending differently than my usual they are happy for 5-10 chapters! why? Becuase I felt their relationship was developed along the way, showing them over that many chapters again would have felt like filler which i promise never to give you. I have also left a few things open for specultion. There is a reason for that. There is potential for a Clem and Kit story, a shorter one but that won't happen until I get the second book in the Rebel Rising series up and completed.Clem and Kit's story would pick up from the moment she is traded to him for Tatum so we would also get alot of Mav and Tatum in their story as they are important characters in their lives. As always, THANK YOU, for hanging in there with me. This was a fun one to write. I will be doing some editing and such and may add more to give us more details about River and Artemis but they also may have a small novella coming if I feel like their story needs to be told from their POV. Basically, everything
Tatum sits sobbing in the bed, her eyes locked on mine as I hold the little screaming bundle in my arms. I look down at my sweet, perfect, and very loud son, Maxwell Mason. Tatum rubs her eyes, her chest heaving up and down, and I canโt help but laugh. I know itโs an awful thing to do, especially considering the circumstances, but I canโt help it. Tatum looks beautiful and exhausted. โBabe, go to sleep.โ I insist and she shakes her head no.โWhy wonโt he sleep?โ she blubbers. โI am so tired,โโTater tot.โ I say firmly, โThen go to sleep. Iโve got him. He is okay. He just needs a change and a bottle.โโBut I should be able to nurse him,โ she sobs, looking at her hands in her lap.โAh.โ I sigh. So thatโs the actual issue. Tatumโs milk supply has yet to come in and it is the third week. My poor sweet mate wanted nothing more than to be a mother and be a perfect one. And now that she has a baby, she feels like she isnโt enough because she canโt breastfeed him. โLook at me,โ I say, walki
*Maverick*The healer walks around me, a look of concentration on her face before she looks at me and clicks her tongue. My heart falls. Clearly, this physical evaluation is going fucking poorly. And here I thought I was going to be giving the go ahead to make Tate mine tonight. It has been two fucking weeks of not being able to make her mine.No strain on my body, no marking and no fucking sex. Worst fucking rules ever, and here Tatum is all happily complying. I have been a patient man all my life waiting for the day I can fuck my mate whenever I damn well please and yet here I am dying to sink my teeth into her neck and make sure every damn single male in this pack knows she is mine.โJanelle,โ I growl at the healer who Artemis sent with us to ensure my healthcare was consistent for optimal healing. She shoots me a glower that says to shut up and wait. โI think your healing has expedited with your new title.โ She says, finally standing upright and giving me a satisfied smile. โYour
Maverick stares at me, the haziness finally completely gone as he just observes me silently. I reach out to touch him, my heart pounding. I have been touching him, helping him with the bond the whole time he has been injured and out of it.But nowโฆhe is coherent enough to realize I am actually here. He flinches as I come close and my heart aches at his fear, who would have thought he was easier to work within when he was fighting during his treatment than he is right now after a solid 4 days of healing sleep.โMaverick,โ I keep my tone light and assuring. Even after explaining to him it will no longer hurt him, he is still hesitant and I understand now just how much the oath was tormenting him. The very sight of me seems to cause him pain and confusion. The fucking oathโs attempt to ruin us is still so damn raw. โY-youโre sure?โ He asks, swallowing roughly and licking his lips โIโm positive.โ I nod. โThe oath is gone,โโHow can you be so sure? I donโt understand,โ he mutters, lookin
Maverick tries to reach up to touch me back, his eyes distant but happy, as if he is moving in a fog. My tears run unchecked down my cheeks as I try like hell to calm myself. There is so much happening all at once. In my mind and around me, I feel overwhelmed, completely lost in what to do with all of it. โI need you to keep him from moving.โ The healer tells me, touching my shoulder gently. โWe have to get his arm bandaged before infection sets in and he loses it.โI lower my head, pressing my cheek to his as he turns into me, a satisfied hum on his lips.โMav, stay still. You have to stay still, otherwise it will hurt,โ I whisper in his ear.โI want to touch you,โ he says back, his words sounding slurred as he tries to turn toward me.โNo, no,โ I rush out, splaying my hand over his chest to still him. My stomach boils when I touch his open wound, but I keep my eyes closed, my face pressed to his as I breathe through it. โYou need to heal. โโI donโt want to.โ He mutters, and I sigh
*Tatum*I fly out of the car before Jackson even has it in park, sprinting up the heavily decorated stairs as the doors whip open. River throws herself into my arms, holding me as my chest beats and all the terrible thoughts one can imagine flit through my mind. I havenโt been able to catch my breath since she told us to hurry. I can only think the worst. It has to be terrible if she wonโt tell me over the phone. โRivโฆโ my voice quivers as I pull away trying to force her to look at me, but she avoids eye contact. Jackson places his hand on my back to comfort me.โThatโs enough waiting. You have to tell her, River. She needs to not be in the dark anymore.โ He tells her and she looks over at him, biting her lips. โWe found him.โ She swallows, rubbing my arms in a soothing manner. โBut itโs not good, he isโโI move her aside, rushing into the pack house, my eyes trying to locate where he is. IS he in our old room? Or did it cause him so much hurt that he has now moved to another room?
*Maverick*I know I wonโt be able to see Tatum tonight, not without the pain that will overtake me like it does every fucking time she comes to my mind. With the way the oath is going, it is trying to burn her from my memory, punish me for the bond that was divined for me.If I had any other option, I would take it. I have searched for two months alongside Artemis and Milo and at times, even River would pull an all nighter looking for something. Anything that would relieve me of my suffering, and Tatumโs as well. There is nothing, just as there wasnโt two months ago. The only way I can think to end the suffering, truly be rid of the pain, is to end it. No, Iโm not the type of man to kill himself. Thatโs not how I plan to go out. I have respect for the life I was given, the talents I have. What I donโt have respect for are the rogues that started this all. The callous, soulless assholes who only wish to maim and murder for fucking entertainment.Their attack is the one that led me dow
The waves tickle my bare feet, the warmth of the sun seeping into my shoulders as I stand side by side with my mom. I couldnโt NOT bring her with me. I wasnโt in a good enough place to go anywhere alone and with Clem and River both busy living their own livesโฆwell. Mom wanted to be with me. I guess she was worried I would wander off and never come home. But this ending with Maverick feels lessโฆI donโt know. Itโs different. My heart is in tatters, but itโs different from the first time. Back then there was an ache, feeling like he didnโt love me, or I wasnโt enough. This timeโฆthis time I get it. Maverick loves me, and he loves me as much as I love him. Which is why I have traveled the last two months like he asked me to in his letter. I knew deep down if he thought there was a way out of his oath, a way we could be together, I know he would utilize it. โHow are you, my sweet girl?โ My mom asks softly and I smile, lifting my chin for the sun to kiss my bare cheeks. โHmm, Iโm good to
Itโs bitter out. The cold air is relentless as it whips around, the wisps of little snowflakes blowing in my face as I stare at my parentsโ grave. Their grave is massive, no doubt costing thousands, and I tilt my head, wondering how Tatum of all people paid for it. The thought of her creates an ache throughout me, my heart exhausted and battered from all the back and forth for the past two days waiting to see her.I couldnโt bring myself to text her back or even attempt to answer her calls, as I hid like a coward. If I would have answered I would have told her, There is no hiding the truth from her and she deserves to be told in person. I deserve to witness her heartbreaking so I can never forget what I have done to her time and time again. โYouโve been avoiding me,โ her sweet voice calls out behind me and my eyes slide shut, relishing how she sounds, the happiness that laces her teasing words. I want to hold on to this, fucking cling to it like a baby clings to its mother, but Iโm