Gwen scoffs and mumbles to herself behind me, marching along like a fucking elephant trying to make its presence known. I whirl on her and she squeals as she takes a few steps away from me in surprise. My index finger is so close to her face I can feel her body heat as her eyes widen in fear.“You are being too fucking loud.” I hiss as quietly as my temper will allow.“Yeah, well, you called me stupid.”I drop my hand and shake my head. “You want a repeat of what just happened, sooner rather than later?”She shakes her head no emphatically. “Nope. I’m good.”“Then shut the fuck up! I don’t need you getting killed doing stupid shit. There is already enough blood on my hands.” I grumble as I push past her.I turn and walk away but freeze when her voice shifts into a high pitched whiny sound. I spin quickly and look at her, making a funny face at me.“Aw. You don’t want me to die.”She watches me with annoyed eyes as I laugh and throw my head back. “I don’t care if you die. I just don’t

~Liam POV~The Alpha’s who are after me have clearly broken into smaller groups. There is no way they haven’t discovered the three I already took out yet. Here we are a full two days from when I ran from the pack and we still have not come across any more of them. I would chalk it up to my skills, but these aren’t your average rogues. These are full-blown leaders, no matter if their packs were taken from them.There is a higher expectation for alphas for a reason. We are strong, fast, and often have a natural knack for planning and execution of said plans. Though some are better than others in those areas. I started all my training much younger than most alphas. Taking my first life at fourteen and it didn’t end there. Every single time I showed mercy or a hint of hesitation, the outcome was the same.Seven rogue lives. That’s all it took for me to stop showing mercy to the pack members I sparred with. The number seems huge compared to a normal fourteen-year-old child who got to actua

~Adriana POV~Jacob stops suddenly, his head looking from side to side as he crouches and inches further ahead. I toss a look at Rosie, who is sniffing the air, and that’s when I catch it. The smell of fresh blood lingered in the hot humid evening. I follow Jacob’s lead, easing my way behind him until he gestures for us to fan out. I creep north of him, Declan on my left and Rosie on the other side of Jacob as we move closer and closer to the smell. I see a naked man laying on the dirt-covered ground and move to him, reaching out to check for a pulse. When I look back up, I see Jacob standing yards away with his hands on his hip. Liam’s scent invades my senses and I nearly purr with how strong it is. This is the closest he has been to us in days and no matter the carnage he left behind, I still long to be close to him. “How many this time?” Rosie asks. “Four,” Declan says, appearing from beyond more trees. “There is a small trail of blood heading southwest. Looks like single heavy

I drag my little tent with me, searching for a spot where his scent is strongest. Liam's scent has been all around us for days like a word stuck on the tip of your tongue, but you can’t quite get it right. I find a small clearing and I’m overwhelmed by Liam’s scent as it seems to linger through the whole space. I try to reach out via the mindlink, but he gives me nothing, says nothing for almost the third day in a row now and my heart sinks.“Liam,” I say softly, closing my eyes and just begging for him to show up right in front of me. I peel my eyes open and nearly sink to the ground in disappointment when I’m greeted with the same darkness. When I open my tent and move to crawl in, I hear a rustling in the trees and I freeze, a prickle of awareness creeping up my spine as I scan the treetops looking for the source. I know I am being watched, but the question is, by what? A tiny breeze shifts and I’m overwhelmed by Liam’s scent. My knees grow weak and tears spring to my eyes as I in

I stare at Marc, the same man who used to be at my beck and call. He did an excellent job pretending to be my friend and confidant. Had I not been so cocky, I may have seen that he was vying for my spot. He encouraged me to join Samuel’s plight all those years ago to win back Ali, my first mate. Samuel had acted like a father to her, and it didn’t take me long to believe him when he told me she was my mate and would want me back. That all went to shit when he locked her up and tortured her in Wade’s dungeon. That’s when the change in me began. The slow opening of my long sleeping eyes showing me the corruption and terrible things I had been doing. But a man doesn’t change in the span of minutes. It takes years to unlearn habits and qualities and killing. Not caring was more than a habit, it was the core of who I was. And fucking Marc knew it would be the end of me.“You willing to risk the entire pack for a chance to kill me?” I raise a brow.Marc laughs, his head falling back, expos