Semua Bab Possessing The Gamma: The Silver Run Series: Bab 41 - Bab 50

CHARITY POVClothes land in my suitcase with no rhyme or reason, excitement buzzing through my bloodstream. Summer remains quiet, but her mind is wired with unspoken comments and turmoil.“I am sorry, Summer.” I whisper, setting aside a few of my larger comfy shirts into two separate piles, adding my pillow cases to them. “But we need this. Would you forgive yourself if we passed up this opportunity and one of them found their mate? Or hell, both?”“No, I wouldn’t.” Whimpers echo through our bond, her hurt becoming mine. “It’s still painful to go. We won’t even get to say goodbye.”“If we did we wouldn’t leave.” My head shakes, knowing exactly how that incident would transpire It’s not so much that they’d force me to stay. I’d just crumble when they ask me not to leave. “I’m sixteen. It’s not fair for me to put my life on hold for two men who might not even be mine.”“It still sucks.” She huffs, curling into a ball, with a sad sigh, and a pout.“It does.” A knock on the door distracts

CHARITY POVA plan ride to Edinburgh, a train ride to Wick, and then another two-hour drive to our destination. We’re so deep into Scotland that I couldn’t spot it on a map, but Goddess is it crazy beautiful. Soft, fluffy snow covers the hills, the locks frozen, and yet it’s breathtaking. I’m grateful that Camilla and Dean McLaughlin prepared me for my life here during the plane ride.I got to spend every second taking it all in. Even Summer, who pouted the entire plane ride, perked up, taking in the sights of our new home. The car turns onto a windy road, leading toward a run down castle. We pass through a shimmery reflection upon our approach, and the ruins disappear, replaced by a monolith fortress, and an outlay of buildings and fields. Reminding me of a normal college campus if every building was a fucking castle.“A barrier placed by witches.” Camilla says, enjoying my momentary confusion. “It’s quite effective at keeping unwanted guests away. Only those invited can see the trut

CHARITY POVI push open the gym room door, joining the other students waiting patiently in the indoor sparring center. Like I am this school’s walking plague, students move to put distance between us. They keep their noses upturned, and their insults loud. “The Charity Case.”My confidence doesn’t waiver though, remaining indifferent and unphased to their insults. A scent I despise wafts to me from the side, my eyes roll as the owner appears before me.“Here to continue your losing streak?” She goads. “I mean, you’re a gamma, and you can’t fight. How did you even get your position? Sleep with your alpha?”My head shakes at her audacity, but I don’t entertain her snide remarks, sidestepping her. “I bet that’s what you did.” She trails behind me, incensed that I won’t respond. “I mean, you haven’t won a single sparring session in the weeks you’ve been here. You’re a loser who has to sleep her way to the top.”“Can we beat this bitch’s ass now?” Summer growls, pacing like the caged beast

FLETCHER POV The rocking chair creaks, my eyes closed as the smoke escapes, leaking into the chilly morning air. Placing the joint against my lips, inhaling more of the smoke and try to relax, which seems impossible. With Charity gone, and Matt avoiding me like I have a disease, my nerves have been more frazzled than usual. Matt hasn’t answered my calls, texts, and is never home when I stop by the alpha house he refuses to see me. Andrew has taken over the training responsibilities, and he’s not as fun to teach with. He won’t even bet on the warriors with me. All the New Moon Beta does is glare and grumble at me. His dislike of me is blatant, he wears it openly. Fuck. I really messed this all up. My eyes pop open in alarm when I hear the soft murmur of voices heading toward the porch. They notice me and pause, finding my gaze on them. I smile at Luna Nora, all bundled up against the cold. One of our rogue warriors walking behind her a few paces, alert and prepared to protect her at

MATT POV“What in the actual fuck?” My tongue is dry, the world spinning out from under my feet as I try to make sense of what I’m witnessing.My mind races to process what Fletcher has said. His fathers. Plural. He has two fathers. Two. And they’re both mated to his mother? I blink, my gaze whipping between the two males. No matter how long I stare my brain cannot compute what the hell I’m seeing, none of it registering.They wear matching smirks, one leaning over to the other, “I think we broke him, so pay up.” His hand is outstretched, waiting for the money to be passed over.Aurora rolls her eyes, not impressed with their childish antics. “Must you turn everything into a bet, Atlas? No wonder Fletcher is so bad.” She scolds the blonde-haired man, who softens kissing her head.“Sorry, my love.” Atlas, or Roman, says? My brain is failing to catch up, coherent sentences forming and yet nothing intelligent comes up. Instead, the only thing I can think to say is a bunch of expletives,