Tatum-“So does this mean our agreement is over?” Chasity asked, pulling on her jeans.For the past hour, I had taken my frustrations out on her and thoroughly fucked her. Now I was just bored and wanted her to hurry up and get dressed so I could take a shower. After the other night, I wasn’t about to let her have another chance of falling asleep on my bed while I was cleaning up.“Is it really any of your concern?” I asked curtly.“I think it is. If you have a mate now, then I would assume that you would be using her for your sexual needs instead of me.”“What I do is my business. If I had any intentions of ending our agreement, do you think I would have just spent the last hour or so with you in my bed? She has her room, I have my room. She is a light sleeper apparently and I snore. So she requested her own room.”I saw no other reason to give her further details. It was even stated in

Tatum-Really regretting asking her about her past right about now. Anger boiled inside me to the point I was ready to go back to that pack and teach them a lesson they would never forget. I knew I was going to regret asking my next question even more, but I needed to know.“What had happened for you to end up like that when I found you?”Those bright blue eyes of her rapidly dimmed at my question. I had just opened a can of worms and I wanted to kick myself. Hearing even the first little bit she had told me, I don’t know why I kept digging deeper. My vocal cords just had a mind of their own and when the questions started coming out, I did nothing to stop them.I was starting to understand her a lot more, even if I hated what she was telling me. The heaviness of her story was weighing down on me and I should have never even considered putting her in this contract. If it had just been she needed a place to stay, it wouldn’t have bee

Tatum-Pacing in the hall, I tried to calm myself. I had seen she was afraid of me, so I left. The more I learn about her, the more pissed I got. She had been not only abused but severely neglected. Being left in the care of a pack that should have protected her, looked out for her, made me question the judgment of who sent her there.I really wanted to get my hands on whoever had put her in Lunar Eclipse and wring their neck. If she hadn’t gotten out of there when she did, or if I hadn’t found her, would she have ended up like Leslie? I had a feeling that is exactly what would have happened.Running up the stairs, I made my way to the gym and went straight towards the punching bag. Needing to release my anger, I started hitting the bag as hard as I could. After punching a hole right in the middle after beating on it for a while, I was still no calmer. Even watching the sand drain from the bag, while it was satisfying, did nothing for me.Turn

Tatum-Turning around, I let my gaze travel up and down her body. Seeing her in my clothes, had me fighting the urge to throw her on my bed to ravish her fully. There was no way I could deny that she was stunning. Every inch of her, from the top of her head, that I now know smelled of cherry almond, down to her small and dainty feet.I was almost certain she has been untouched by any man, or at least I hoped so. I would hate to find out something far worse than what she has already told me, happened to her. Clenching my jaw, I didn’t move until I knew I could trust myself not to react and do exactly what I had in mind.Taking a few seconds longer than I wanted, I was finally able to approach her. She flinched slightly but stayed in place as I tugged on the bottom of the shirt, to tie it off to the side. Knowing that her response was from the way I handled her when we stood in her bedroom, it quelched my desire for her. Well, enough that I could be this clo

Tatum-It was five after six in the morning and Brook still hadn’t shown up to training. Whatever her reason for being late was, it better be good. I had let her not attend training the first couple of days because she had been injured. Now there were no excuses. After yesterday’s performance, I was more insistent that she continues training. She could barely even throw a punch.I knew she wasn’t injured, weak maybe, but not injured. Her weakness didn’t even stem from her injuries. I was certain that after everything she had told me, she was just malnourished to the extreme. It really was no wonder her wolf hadn’t shown itself, she probably wouldn’t even survive her first shift.If she didn’t think she had anything to wear, well I had already seen to that yesterday and had dropped off a bag of clothes after dinner. She hadn’t answered the door, so I had left them hanging on the doorknob. I knew she got them since t