Lya I stood naked in the hallway of the alpha wing. My room was completely empty of all my things. My clothes had been moved out, the bathroom had all my stuff taken out of it, and the book on the Wulver Pack was gone. 'Well that didn’t take very long,' I grumbled to Tala. 'I didn’t realize we had pissed him off that bad.' She just chuckled, but provided me no guidance of where to maybe go. I heard the door to the packhouse open, so instead of being caught with my pants down - or off, for that matter - I slipped back into what was apparently my old room. As much as I didn’t want him to see me completely naked at the moment, I really hoped it was Oliver so he could tell me where my clothes were. The door to my room creaked open and I shrieked when I realized it was decidedly not Oliver. This guy bore almost no resemblance to him, either. “Well this is quite the greeting, but I’m married,” the guy said nonchalantly. He had a pleasant lilt to his voice that at least made me fe

Lya Trevor and Thom followed me off of the training grounds. Oliver had given in, accepting that I overruled him, and was letting me continue with training. He knew me well - even without his blessing, I would have continued. The stipulation he thought I wasn’t aware of was Trevor or Thom would tag along to make sure I wasn’t actually put at risk. Both were coming with me today under the pretense of wanting to catch up with Cody. I knew Trevor just wanted to avoid Anna as much as humanly possible, and Thom… I wasn’t exactly sure what Thom’s excuse was. Maybe he did just want to see Cody. Training today had been tough. That’s not to say it had been easy before, but I had been pushed past my limits more so than in previous sessions. Cody said it was because I was clearly a better fighter than he had initially thought. After running over some new maneuvers, he left me with a couple other warriors to work on them, telling us to find him after we were done. I had desperately hoped a cou

Lya Anna trailed behind me all the way to my room, talking nonstop about a smell of intense spices, certain it was her mate and he was close and he had been in the packhouse recently and she just had to find him. I peeled off my clothes, noting my shirt truly was on backwards, and stepped into the shower while she continued to chatter outside the door. “I get it! I truly get it!” she insisted. “I totally understand why you can’t keep your hands off of Ollie, because as soon as I find this person, I swear I am going to eat him alive he smells so good. In fact, I have no idea how you control yourself as much as you do.” I cringed a bit. I really thought I had been relatively successful in my restraint, keeping PDA to a minimum. It was Oliver who either wasn’t trying or was having a really difficult time keeping his hands off of me. “Do you have any guesses?” I called out over the sound of the water. Anna was quiet for a moment - a rare occurrence. “I feel like I’ve smelled it before

Lya Tell a girl she’s your mate without telling her she’s your mate. That’s what this felt like.Oliver was my mate and I was his. Of that, I was certain. Pretty much everyone in the packhouse knew, too. We still weren’t fessing up, though. We were the epitome of dysfunction. Too much depended on me keeping Oliver at arm’s length, but that was just getting more and more difficult by the moment. A whole week had passed since the secret meeting with Thom, Trevor, and Cody. We had a plan, and it was a good one. The scouts out there were confident we could put things off another couple weeks, and we were going to fudge things as long as we could - more time for training, to perfect the plan, and ideally for Thom’s wife to have the baby. I had no idea how I was going to hold out for so long. If Oliver had any suspicions, he wasn’t letting them show. That, or he was running me ragged to try and make it so I was too exhausted to scheme behind his back. He kept to his word - it was painfu

Lya Us vigilantes had met almost daily the past couple weeks, refining and perfecting the plan. Oliver had nearly found us out, but it was not a wolf my anger - and fear - brought forward. A roll of power surged through me, similar to the one that hit when I marked him, and filled my words. “Just stay away from the training grounds while I am here, Oliver,” I demanded. “You can’t act on every worry, and you know I am safe here.” Hurt flashed across Oliver’s face and consumed my thoughts, but I did my best to push it aside. I’d be hurting him a lot more soon enough. But right now, this was for the best. When I got home that afternoon, we didn’t talk about it. Thom mentioned I shouldn’t be able to muster a command yet - especially a command an alpha had to obey - but I didn’t quite care why or how. It provided the means to an end. Oliver had been getting closer and closer to finding out what was going on right under his nose, and we couldn’t let that happen. I had been at the p