SYDNEYDad tried mind linking Victor the first day and hit the same ironclad wall I had. It became obvious that Victor wasn't only ignoring me but the entire pack. I tried phoning him. The thought had escaped my mind before since I was so reliant on the pack link now. However, the call went straight to voicemail.Three days passed after that. Each day a new knot of worry tangled my stomach. We, or should I rather say I had gotten in touch with Genesis — the Beta that offered Victor a position and place to stay. He had informed me that Victor had left not too long after his arrival in the city. No one had been able to contact him since.I feared that maybe he had gone rogue, not wanting to do with anything involving this pack and me. It would have made sense if he did and I wouldn't have held it against him. He deserved to be free from anything tying us together. But I knew he hadn't gone rogue because I could

SYDNEYBeing in my parents' home brought me a sense of nostalgia. I hadn't visited their home since I moved out almost nine years ago. There was never a need for me to visit when mom and dad spent most of their time in the pack house anyway. Nothing had changed though. Everything was exactly how I remembered it, from the family pictures hung on the walls to the natural warmth and comfort their home provided. Dad wasn't one for modern decor. He was simple and wanted his home to feel lived in and not as if it were something out of a home decor magazine.I could smell him. Victor's musky scent was thick in the air — it was unmistakable. His scent led into dad's small home office that was fashioned similar to the office in the old pack house. I, of course, made changes to the study that would be mine in the new pack house. The office wasn't big enough for all of us. It would be too cluttered, hence my brother and beta decided to

QUADEIt was because I never thought I could feel for anyone the way I felt for her. That was the reason I appreciated every fucking, perfect moment spent with her. Waking up with her curled into my side, clinging onto my body as if her life rode on my existence alone had my mind frazzled. She was a daydream, a nightmare, all things good, and all things truly wicked wrapped into one package. I thought that I'd taint her soul with mine but, in some fucked up way, her soul was already tainted and complimented mine. Why? Because she was fucking made for me. No one else but me and I would never let a knobhead try to take her from again.Never again! Raking my fingers through her hair, I began humming softly. A vivid memory of my sister, Tatum, laying beside me as a kid flooded my mind. She would wake me, humming softly as she raked her fingers through my snarled hair. My memories of her were growing mor

SYDNEYI had a strange craving for ice cream. Not any ice cream. Mint with dark chocolate chips. It was my brother's favorite and I personally hated the taste. But now, I craved it as if my life depended on it. I thought I could hold in the craving. It was what I usually did when I craved things during that time of the month, but this was so much worse. This was persistent and so difficult to ignore.I sat back in my leather office chair, running a hand over my stomach, "I can already tell you're going to be demanding," I murmured, smiling down.There was already a connection forming between us and as each day passed, the connection grew stronger. I may not have known much about my pup but I knew I would love him or her unconditionally. I'd like to think that the two men in my life could come to some sort of agreement because, deep down, I knew they would love my pup faultlessly.This morning,

QUADEWe left the cells, Enzo and Zen getting to work on the task I set out for them. It was some sort of poetic justice having Huxley dumped on the castle's steps with no regard just like my sister had been. My father cared for no one but himself but I wanted him to feel a sliver of what I felt to find a dead body sprawled at your doorway. It wouldn't scar a monster like him as it did me but he would be angered and I fully planned to use that anger against him.Tane, Sylvain, and Victor followed me out, all of us making our way to the pack house. I had to admit, I was a little curious as to why Victor couldn't snap Huxley's neck when he had the perfect opportunity. It made no sense. After everything that man had done to him, wouldn't he want to execute some sort of revenge? An eye for an eye — that was what I was taught.I was never one to stay silent. It was part of the reason I was partially forthcoming wi