Liberty’s POV Zander listens patiently as I recount the day I was taken. I expected him to have questions, to pick apart the details, to ask why I didn’t fight harder or try to run. He only asked who my parents were, of all the things he could have asked, that was his only question. Saying their names again after so long wasn’t as painful as I thought it would be. If anything, it reminded me of who and where I come from, they wouldn’t want me to waste my new freedom in a constant state of fear and mourning. I hear Zanders words as he promises justice, he tells me Kendrick and his men will suffer, something deep down stirs. I don’t know if it’s relief or something different, but I do know I will be there to see it. I want to see the light leave his eyes, just as I did my mother’s.“You already know some of what happened after.” I continue. He looks down and nods, never interrupting.“I was kept in a cage in his room, right next to his bed. Only a few people in the pack house knew o
Liberty’s POV We spent the rest of the day in bed, talking about nothing in particular. Christian bought me a new phone and laptop, he wants me to sign up for online classes, something I never thought I would have the opportunity to do. Zander said Lottie will show me how to use them properly and help me find some courses that interest me. I have no idea what I want to study, honestly, I didn’t expect to live long enough for it to matter. We talked about the pack, how nervous I am to be introduced as their Luna, a role I feel incredibly inept to fill. I only have vague memories of my mother, but she was an amazing woman, always there for our pack, the person everyone came to for help, guidance and comfort. She was the heart of the pack, my dad loved and protected her with everything he was. I remember the warm feeling when I would watch them together, they would always hug and kiss, one always touching or holding the other. Even as such a young child, their relationship was somethin
“Hold onto your leg little one, don’t let go.” I take hold of my leg as Zander tells me, no questions asked. My entire body tingles, fizzes and heats at their touch. My nipples burn and throb as Christian rolls and tugs them, my clit beats against his tongue as he gently suckles it into his mouth. A whimpering moan is forced from my lips as two long, thick fingers fill and stretch my swollen pussy, forcing the walls apart as they delve deeply. I immediately recognise Zander’s touch, tingles disperse at his fingertips as he curls them and strokes the spot inside me that makes my leg shake in my hand and my moans fill the air. “So wet.” Zander moans between the kisses he peppers my lower back with. The pressure at my core builds as Christian sucks my clit with increasing fervour, his tongue darting over my swollen, sensitive bundle of nerves. “Christian’s got you little one.” Zander tells me as Christian’s giant, gentle hand takes hold of my leg, his fingers almost wrap all the way aro
Her revelations earlier were not what we expected, the desperate need to show her it isn’t meant to be like that burned in my veins. From the moment she stopped talking I was fighting the urge to take her in my arms and show her what love feels like. I know I sound like a creep, but I wanted to replace all those sickening images with new, tender, loving memories. I wanted to kiss away her pain, exchange every hurtful, painful or angry touch with gentle, affectionate, passionate ones. I know there is nothing I can ever do to take back what has happened, all I can think to do is show her more, better, give her everything she deserves for as long as I draw breath. I finish making the bed by placing the pillows at the head and spreading a clean fresh duvet across the bottom. Christian lays Liberty on the bed and she reaches out a hand to feel for us, obviously we both stand there with ridiculous grins on our faces before we climb in either side of her. “No more, sleepy.” She mumbles as
“That’s a great idea, we can look at an intro course to give you an idea of what its like and see if you want to take it further.” Lottie smiles at me and gives my hand an excited squeeze. Her eyes widen and her face knots in terror. The high-pitched screech of breaks slices through the air and I turn in time to see the glinting silver grill of a huge white lorry just as it ploughs headfirst into the door beside me. The impact dislodges all the air from my lungs and my head snaps to the side, followed by my body, only to be ripped forcefully back into place by my seatbelt. Numbness floods me from the head down and I watch in shock as my arms fly around in front of my face, my head lolls from on side to the other and the seatbelt slices into me. Our car flies into the air and it’s like gravity doesn’t exist. Lottie’s loose hair floats around our faces, and time stands still, my scream frozen halfway up my throat. Metal crunches and groans as the roof crumples when it hits the road. Gl
I busy myself making lunch. Usually I’m a ‘take action’ type, but even I know this whole situation is going to need a more calculated approach. Zander and Lottie sit with Liberty at the table on the other side of the kitchen. To an onlooker, it would seem like I was absorbed in the action of making chicken and bacon salads for the four of us. In reality I’m merely going through the motions, my attention firmly on the conversation happening behind me. Zander tells Liberty everything we know about her family and her pack, the legends we were told by our father, and the details we know about her pack territory and its division between neighbouring packs. She takes the news well. “Everything makes so much more sense now. Why Alpha Kendrick kept me locked away, my fathers last words about my destiny, why nobody came looking for me in all those years.” The acceptance in her eyes and her voice tugs at my heart. There isn’t anything we can do to change the past, only move forward. She is
Liberty’s POVToday started off amazingly, I actually let myself believe things were going to be ok. Then, bam, the Goddess really does seem to enjoy piling it on. Zander and Christian know more about my family than I do. It turns out their father told them stories about Celestial moon when they were boys. They had heard about Alpha Kendrick annihilating my pack in cold blood, their father was one of the Alphas that sent a team to search for survivors. When they found nobody, my pack territory was divided. Territory that should have been mine, and Alpha Kendrick was likely seeking to lay claim to after ha forced me to become his mate.I don’t remember much of my childhood, only a memory of something inconsequential here or there. When Zander told me about the rumours of my mother’s gift I didn’t want to believe it at first. He said she could see the future, she would warn our pack about rogue attacks, her visions helped my father guide the pack. Listening to the things he was sayin
“I will baby, we both will. We want nothing more than to share ourselves, our thoughts and feelings, with you. When we mark you, it will dissolve all the barriers you rely on to protect yourself, we will feel what you feel, just as you will feel us. Is that something you want little one?” he looks down at me with concern in his eyes. “Yes, that’s what I want. I want it all.” I watch as my words sink in, his eyes flicker between crystal blue and Caleb’s pitch black. I know Caleb and Max want to mark me. Justice has been muttering about stubborn Alphas and fighting nature since last night. She gets that Christian and Zander are looking out for me, but she feels the pull of the bond between herself and her mates. She explained how much harder it is for wolves to control their baser urges. If the vision has showed me anything, it’s that I cannot live the rest of my life as Alpha Kendrick’s prisoner. I may not have bars keeping my body restrained, but the torture of my mind has held me cap