Semua Bab Flying Death: Bab 41 - Bab 50

~Hazel’s Point of View~ When I’m in a long hallway where every single door looks the same, Simone fully comes alive. She tells me with each door I pause at that it isn’t the right one. *Hazel? You’re so close where are you,* Travis asks, over mind-link. Goddess, I’ve always wanted him stuck in my head and now I’ve got my wish! *I think it’s the next one,* Simone shouts, and I move so fast I can’t even register it. The door flies open before my hand hits the knob and then I’m in his arms. As desperately as I want him to hold me, as I want to just listen to his heart, there’s simply no time. I pull back and slam the door, then throw the lock. I look around at what appears to be an office but all I can see is a massive deep couch with tons of room. Travis flips off the light but takes the sheet from me. “There’s no cameras, I checked. But they wouldn’t see us in the dark anyhow. I’ll throw this on the couch so you can take it home and smell it,” Travis says, turning away. Si

~Travis’ Point of View~ “When can I fucking leave,” I snarl, pounding my fist on the table. “I’m doing my best Mr. Dennison,” the lawyer insists. Mr. Dennison. Fucknig hell. Even Dozer’s father didn’t go by that name, we’re just not formal people. While the same law firm has represented our pack for decades it seems like they don’t even know us. But then again, there’s only so much we’re willing to tell outsiders. Their firm has a mix of shifters and humans and in my current predicament that is a good thing. I rub my face in annoyance. It’s been three days since Hazel was in my arms, since the smell of her sweet arousal filled my nose and coated my tongue. I cannot fucking wait anymore. “What is the hold up,” I say, trying to use a nicer voice. “You kind of pissed off the judge, well Hazel did but it's all the same to the humans,” he defends. “You know damn well there was nothing about that she could have stopped or controlled,” I growl, jumping to my feet and getting in his fa

~Punch’s Point of View~ *She says Hector saved her life just now, shoved her and his mom out while he shifted to fight. I guess do with that what you will but she also demanded I tell Doze,* Chunk says, as I dodge a massive tiger trying to jump on me. His back paw still grazes Mick’s back and the sting of the cut only pisses me off. *Get her the fuck out of here,* I snap, not needing the distraction. Just then I feel his link sever for being out of range. When I smell smoke, I know it's only another distraction from the fight but my heart absolutely sinks. Mona’s house. Her pride and joy next to Hazel. I’ve chased a few bastards deep into the woods, trying to purposefully take the fight away from the house. The house my mate and I are supposed to get and start our lives together in. Shit. *Behind,* Mick shouts, pivoting to a defense position. He raises his claws, ready to swipe. Sure enough, he comes away with blood and some flesh. When a deep growl nearly shakes the earth and t

~Hazel’s Point of View~ “Hmm, ohhh,” I moan, as Travis moves in and out of me. The heaviness of his body, a little bit of sweat, definitely some grass and … dirt? Whatever. He clearly doesn’t want to talk and I don’t need him to. He keeps eye contact with me more than ever, and it's not lost on me that he’s using his body to say what he can’t. I know what my mate is, what he’s capable of. I know the serious pressure he’s under right now. While I said for so long I’d never be one of those females who shuts up and just takes care of her male… Right now that’s all I want to do. *Whatever he needs us to be,* Simone confirms. When he pulls back he brings my legs together and straight up, but he still moves slowly. He tilts his head back in pleasure with the new sensation as he slides deeper. He grabs a pillow and quickly lifts me, shoving it under my butt. “Ohhh! Ohhh Travis,” I cry out, feeling so much more. He doesn’t stop his rhythm, though he pokes his head between my feet and ki

*Still Prom Night* ~Kylie’s Point of View~ “Yo can I get a swig of that,” I say, pointing at the flask Jules is holding. She shrugs and I throw back a quick drink then instantly regret it. I swallow hard, then blow out a massive breath as the burn goes all the way down, its never ending. “Gin?? How fucking old are you? Did you raid your great-grandfather’s liquor cabinet,” I squeal, then move toward the refreshment table for some punch. The female just looks at me like I’m the weirdo. It’s been about an hour of the weirdest night imaginable and right now as I watch Hazel and Hector dance, yeah … I needed a drink. I have no idea what is even going on, I can’t get that kiss out of my head. I’ve danced with Levi once since then, and it was basically a staring contest until I caved and put my head on his chest. His wolf said hello every time I did it, and I felt like it was a secret he was giving away. A tell that he likes me. His wolf likes me. He can’t hide that. A part of me