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Chapter 44 – Just one taste “I want to taste you.” “What?” “Taste you, just one little taste….open your mouth. Wider…” Somehow, I’ve become a puppet and he, my puppeteer. He removes his hands from me below, my lowercase craving for his touch once more. He moves his finger to my lips, pushing further in as my mouth widens at his command. “Tell me you don’t taste good.” A purr emits from the back of his throat, his finger laying on my tongue as I taste the saltiness of myself. He pulls his finger back out, dragging on my bottom lip that juts out from his movement. My body was completely under his control; in this moment he was possessing me….my mind unable to give a clear thought. Any anger that I held against him, any resentment is forgotten as he places his finger to his own lips, his eyes bleeding out crimson red with passion. “Erik!” I gasp out as his hand moves to my throat pinning me against the speaker as a wildness takes over him, a hazy layer coating
Amara POV “Everybody out!” He roars out, his pack members wincing at his command as they quickly file out of the pack house communal area, either heading upstairs or going back to their houses. “Explain yourself!” “Erik, she just wanted…” Greta tries to step between us but it was no use, she stood no real chance in fighting his command. “I wasn’t asking you. Get out now Greta, or so help me…” He seethes through clenched teeth, her eyes shooting my way apologetically as she flees for the front door. “What is all this?” His eyes interrogate the room, disgust forming upon his face. His glare was a sobering contrast to my alcohol induced mood, snapping me out as if I had been drenched by a cold bucket of water. Now that the music has stopped and the lights have been turned on, I take in the state of the room. Empty beer cans littered the floor, the smell of pizza lingered in the air and evidence of spillages stained the carpet. “We had a party.” I boldly shrug out, trying to
Amara POV What was I thinking, I couldn’t pull this look off. It was a far cry from the maid girl that used to run around the alpha house, always chasing her tail. I always used clothing to hide how skinny I was, how undernourished. Now, I was wearing a black dress that was doing quite the opposite. Not only was it above the knee, it showed a glimpse of my cleavage…but more importantly, with my hair tied up, it showed off my mate mark. There was a gathering at the pack house tonight, the warriors that had been in hospital returning home. The pack celebrating the return of their fighters. I questioned with attending would be appropriate; after all they were attacked because of me, defending the borders because Catherine kept sending Mystic Hallow warriors to poke Erik. However, Greta has assured me that my presence will lift the warrior’s spirits, that they will appreciate my attendance. I’m just second guessing my outfit choice now. “A luna has to show authority and luxur
Amara POV It takes me a moment to remember where I am. I have no recollection of going to bed last night, certainly no memory of yesterday afternoon at all. The last thing I remember is being in the gym, when Nina approached me and… I leap out of bed, my hands searching at my body as I half expect to find the sword still plunged into my stomach. I lift my top up to find intricate stitches just above my belly button. If they weren’t there, I would suspect I had imagined the entire thing. I wasn’t in any pain; the wound was already almost healed. At the Mystic Hallows pack I would have been out for days, if not weeks with a similar injury. Torn between anger towards Nina and appreciation for whoever healed me; I race down the stairs, taking two steps at a time. I stalk towards the kitchen, hearing laughter as I find the household at the dining table, including Nina’s father Augustus. That anger bubbling away wins, overtaking appreciation as I find Nina sat too clo
Erik POV The ominous feeling through the pack bond hits me before my sister’s mind link does. Something had happened; something was wrong. “Erik?” Estrid’s voice does nothing to end the sense of dread washing over me. “What is it, what’s happened?” I was out near the border on patrol duty with Finn, the two of us using the opportunity to tighten security since the attack last night. “It’s Amara…she’s…. I don’t know. ” She trails off. “Estrid?” I plough through the mind link, refusing to have her finish off like that. “Erik…shit, she isn’t healing.” “Healing? What the fuck has happened?” “Meet us at the hospital, I’ll mind-link ahead to the doctor to expect us.” “Damn it Estrid.” I’ve already broken out into a run, Finn chasing behind me. He has no idea what has happened, neither do I, but both of us pace towards the hospital breaking through branches and jumping over hurdles in our way. “Alpha, what is it?” I don’t respond, instead pressing on the mate bond with Amara.
Amara POV Training at home was always a no go for me, both in not having the time but also, not being welcome at the grounds. After Catherine’s first shift, Father made it compulsory for wolves to be used in all training exercises, which then transpired that I could no longer attend. I remember Stepmother’s cold words clearly as if she only said them yesterday, “perhaps you are better off in the kitchen.” My weights became heavy sacks of flour; my resistance became managing to carry overspilling pots with boiling hot water that continued to melt my skin. But here was different, without my wolf, I could still train. The training centre not only had outside grounds, but a fully equipped gymnasium fitted with the best hi-tech machinery possible. I was starting to feel strong, bold. Before the Snow Mountain pack, I wouldn’t have dreamed of running nonstop, but here I am, just hitting past five kilometres on the treadmill. Which for me might as well be the equivalent of a mara







