BLAKE The whole room was silent as we stared at him. Finally, I broke the silence. “Did you try to make Jasmine strip for you?” I yelled at Charlie, using my alpha aura. “Yes,” he replied, not able to defy my control. I stabbed him in the stomach, and he screamed in agony. His screams resounded for several minutes as blood spilled out of his stomach and down his legs, onto the floor, creating a puddle. I could see he was struggling against his restraints, his arms flexing against them. After several minutes, his screams turned into whimpers, and I approached him again, using my alpha aura. “Whose idea was it to attack Tyler?” “It was mine,” he squeaked out. “Why’d you do it?” I asked him menacingly, ready to tear him to shreds, the graphic images of Tyler still fresh in my mind. “He was asking for it, thinking he could just show up in our pack, question our ways and my authority!” he spat at me. “Jack, want to take a stab at him for Tyler?” I asked, handing Jack the knife. Jack
JASMINE It was the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, and I had training scheduled once again. Tomorrow I’d have the day off. Not all warriors got Thanksgiving off, but I’m pretty sure Blake had a hand in my schedule. I went to visit Tyler at the clinic before I had to start my workday. “How are you feeling?” I asked, taking a seat next to his bed. “They’re saying I’m fully healed now, and they’re planning to discharge me after one of the doctors looks me over today. Thank Goddess. My mom is getting in tonight, and she would flip if she saw me like this.” “Does that mean I can give you a hug now?” “Yeah, my ribs are feeling much better now.” He smiled. I leaned forward to hug him. “I’m so glad they didn’t do any permanent damage,” I said. “Yeah, me too. It could have been worse.” He looked at me sadly. “Maybe it was a dumb idea to try to live here and be out of the closet. I really wanted to do something good and make a difference. But if they had killed me, Jack would’ve had to liv
TALIA I had to get up early on American Thanksgiving since it was apparently one of the busiest days of the year for the bakery café. I made my way in at five to clean and open. Valerie, Lucy, Reena, and Liz were already all there when I arrived, clearly having gotten in much earlier than me to set out all the pastries, cakes, and pies for the big day. Right before we opened, Lucy pulled me aside and said, “You should come by my family’s house today. Thanksgiving is always huge at our house, and I can introduce you to another one of my cousins.” “It’s okay,” I replied. “Blake is taking me to Jasmine’s family’s Thanksgiving today.” “You can always come by before. I think they do their Thanksgiving at night. Ours is early, at two.” “Okay, I’ll think about it,” I replied, not wanting to be set up with another one of Lucy’s cousins. It was a very busy morning as it seemed the whole pack descended onto the café, picking up their pastries for that evening. Valerie, Lucy, and Reena all
JASMINE I spent the entire morning and afternoon with my grandmother in her kitchen, the two of us working side by side to put dinner together for that evening. This was something I’d done for most of the past many years, except last year. I cringed, remembering what a sad state I’d been in at that time, embarrassed by how useless I’d become. My parents came over early to help set the table and assist with any last-minute things. Just as we were putting out all the side dishes, the doorbell rang. I went to go answer it to find Blake with his mom, grandparents, and Talia at the front door. Blake pulled me in for a hug and kissed me on the cheek as soon as he walked in. I then gave hugs to all of Blake’s family members, including Talia. “Thanks for coming, Talia.” I smiled at her. “Thanks for having me,” she replied. I wanted to ask her if she’d made any decisions about her mate, but I didn’t want to do it in front of everyone. I’d try to text her later. “Blake!” my dad exclaimed, co
JASMINE I sighed, looking at the ground, and said, “I just feel like I’m not cut out for this alpha stuff.” “What do you mean?” he asked, forcing me to make eye contact with him again by pulling my chin up with his hand. “For a while, I’ve been thinking that maybe that’s why I was mated to the beta and not the alpha. This alpha stuff is just too much for me.” I started walking forward and Blake followed. “But you are mated to the alpha.” He took my hand in his, the warmth of his calloused palm feeling nice in this weather. “You’re my second-chance mate. Anyway, why would you sell yourself short like that? You yourself come from an alpha family. To me, it seems like a perfect match. You’re intelligent, strong, great at fighting, and you have an amazing ass.” He smirked. “What does my ass have to do with being an alpha mate?” “It has everything to do with it. I’m the alpha and I love that ass. I want to tap it nonstop, all the time. Perfect trait for this alpha’s mate.” He had a gl
ALEXANDER On Friday afternoon, I went to meet with the head trainer of the pack to get my monthly status update, as I did on the last Friday of every month. We sat down in his office at the pack gym. I was planning to do my own workout after. I’d become concerned as I wasn’t making quite the same gains I used to. In fact, I’d found my progress had stalled. If anything, I was lifting ten pounds less than I had been before. “Alpha, I have concerns,” he started, and I instantly knew what he was about to tell me. “I’ve been tracking our warriors’ workouts for the last month, and their progress has been very slow. That's fine for some of our more advanced warriors as they’re bound to plateau at some point, and progress slows down. But for the newer ones, they should be gaining strength and endurance quite rapidly. It’s not normal for werewolves to plateau when they’re just starting out. I’ve gone by the high school, and the trainers there have observed the same thing.” “I see,” I said, k
JASMINE I’d never really had a normal relationship with my father, at least not the kind that other daughters seemed to have with theirs in sitcoms. My dad was just never really the goofy, understanding, “his princess has him wrapped around his finger” type. He was always strict growing up. My mom was worse, but he definitely wasn’t the type where I could go ask Dad after Mom said no. It was only in recent years that he’d begun to lighten up some, especially after the whole “secret love child” thing came to light a year earlier. Suffice to say, we’d never been close. However, now I felt even more distant from him, like I didn’t know him at all. While you couldn’t really describe my family as warm, I’d never thought my father was the type to be a cold-hearted torturer. Granted, Tyler was his son, and what had happened to him was horrible and sickening. I still felt nauseous when I thought about it. Blake didn’t spare any details when he told the story, graphically explaining the bruis
JASMINE The next day was Blake’s birthday. After not even realizing it was Blake’s birthday the previous year, I really wanted to find something special and meaningful to give him this year. It took me weeks of deliberating, bouncing ideas off Tyler. And then I finally figured something out that I thought would work. We decided to meet at noon to hike to our secret spot. Ahead of our meeting, I put together a lunch for the two of us. I decided to be ambitious and made pepperoni and sausage calzones, which I wrapped in tinfoil to keep them warm and put into an insulated lunch bag. I also made a tortellini salad and baked some cupcakes. For a final touch, I packed two thermoses—one with black coffee for Blake and the other with hot chocolate for me. I had much more of a sweet tooth than he did. I placed everything into a tote bag and headed over to the packhouse. When I arrived, Blake came out to meet me, climbing into my car. As soon as he got in, he leaned over to kiss me and said,