Heart's Edge Novels & Stories

The said omega was living with Betty and Jack. Speaking of this couple, Jack is constantly by Betty's side, asking her if she is okay if she needs anything. It's cute, actually. Aaron finds it cute cause he knows that he would be 10 times worse than Jack when Irish gets pregnant. That something not open for discussion, yet. The Alpha knew that the omega I would be glad to have a child of her own. The slow, soft music playing in the background was exactly opposite to the beat of the Alpha's heart that was running 850 BPM as the one; he was waiting for comes into his view.

My heart stopped. And the world hung on the edge of her next move.

Maybe I need more rum or maybe… I trail my thumb along her cheek. I just need her. ~~~~~~~~~ W͟i͟n͟t͟e͟r͟ My heart is pounding. Am I having a heart attack? Can you get a heart attack from turned on-ness? Blake’s hovering above me. Like, like… a-a… like…

… When I woke up in the hospital, the only one sitting by my bed was the kind hiring manager. He hesitated, unsure how to begin. "Ms. Hawthorn, I'm very sorry." "My pup is gone, isn't it?" My tone was eerily calm. The weakness in my body seemed to be fading, and my wolf was quietly healing my injuries. I started to think that this was perhaps a good thing. After seeing him out, I canceled the abortion surgery and applied to the hospital for medication to temporarily block the mind link, using physical pain as the reason. Just before taking the medication, I received a message from Lucas through the mind link for the first time in a long while.

His breathlessness intensified, each inhalation becoming a laborious effort. Upon witnessing Blaze slump to the ground, Dexter hurriedly approached. Blaze's rapid, irregular heartbeat echoed in Dexter's ears, creating a disconcerting rhythm. "Judging by the pace of your blood flow and the way your heart is beating right now, you are currently experiencing a heart attack. It appears a blood clot has blocked your coronary arteries; you would be dead in eight minutes."

Like a heartbeat. Like something counting time.

“Holds what?” He didn’t answer directly. Instead, he tapped the side of the table. The screen flickered. Then changed. This time it wasn’t old footage. It was live. Keisha’s breath caught. The map zoomed in slightly, focusing tighter, narrowing down movement across Southeast DC. And there it was. A single point pushing into the edge of the grid. She didn’t need a label. She knew. “Malik…” she said under her breath. The man watched her closely.

Each heartbeat adds a syllable we haven’t named yet. Up slides my hands, grabbing hold of his shirt, sensing the warmth underneath. A low sound escapes him as our mouths stay locked, his arms wrapping tight, yanking me closer. My shape fits his - hard edges meeting gentle slopes. His need pushes into me; that pressure stirs something raw, deep down.

And somewhere deep in the distance, the faint echo of a heartbeat pulsed once. Then…

My fingers tightened on the edge of the door. My heart stuttered. Not the thrilling kind, but a cold, heavy thud, like the floor had vanished beneath me.