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CHASE **************Five Years Later **************** “Hey, take it easy!” I growl out as Fallon and Gray’s twins race past me, nearly knocking the tray of burgers out of my hands. “Sorry, Uncle Chase!” their daughter calls over her shoulder, though she doesn’t slow down in her pursuit of her brother as he weaves between the people gathered on the back lawn of the packhouse, darting around them in an effort to escape her. He almost succeeds, too, until Brock and Astrid’s daughter, Sloane, jumps between her parents to block his path, her curly hair bouncing and a mischievous grin stretching her lips. “You’re it!” Avery declares triumphantly, catching up to her twin brother before he can alter his course and tagging him on the shoulder. Maddox blows out a frustrated sigh and folds his arms over his chest, scowling at Sloane for trapping him and allowing his sister to get the upper hand. “Not fair, you girls cheated.” “Catch me if you can, Madd,” Sloane coos, turning on a heel and
VIENNA*****************18 years after that*******************“Madd’s an asshole for making me go through summer training camp,” Seb grumbles from the back seat of the truck as we pull into the parking lot of the squad complex.I turn to peer back at my sulking boy, a deep scowl etched on his handsome face and his muscular forearms folded tightly across his chest. “Aw, c’mon. It’s only fair. I had to go through it once too, ya know.” I flash him a smile of encouragement, but it does nothing to lighten his mood. “Hey, at least you’re better prepared than I was…”“It’s still bullshit,” Seb snaps, fisting a hand in his hair and tugging the strands, a gesture that reminds me so much of his father. He’s the spitting image of Chase when he was that age- the same dark eyes, sharp jaw, and arrogant swagger.Chase heaves a sigh as he pulls the truck into a parking spot, his eyes flickering up to the rear-view mirror to gaze back at our son. “Enough with the attitude, Seb,” he warns, levelin
CHASE***Two Months Ago***I saw a ghost today.The ghost of someone who was supposed to be dead but was suddenly very much alive, standing across from me on the battlefield. Even after so many years, I’d recognize her anywhere. She was my mother, after all.I watched as her eyes flashed in recognition, the realization of who I was coming to her. Then those same eyes went cold, because even though she knew, she evidently didn’t care. We were on opposing sides of a war and in that moment, I wasn’t her son. I was merely another enemy to eliminate. She tried to kill me. My own mother.He gave his life to stop her. My father.Now they’re both dead and I’m left with nothing.No parents. No family. Just a gaping fucking wound in my chest where my heart used to be.I sat at the complex for hours afterwards, struggling to make sense of everything. I heard that we won the war by taking out the shadow pack’s leader, but I felt nothing. No sense of relief or joy. Just complete numbness.When
VIENNA“Who the fuck are you?”I scowl at his tone, folding my arms over my chest. “Vienna Vega, who the fuck are you?”“You know who I am,” he scoffs cockily. “You knocked on my fucking door.”Of course I know who he is, I’m not an idiot. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to give this arrogant bastard the satisfaction of acknowledging that.Chase Walker, the new Alpha of the Norbury pack. I’ve seen him before from a distance, but never up close like this. I’d be lying if I said he wasn’t nice to look at. He’s just as big as the other alphas, but not quite as bulky- though the sleeves of his hoodie are pushed up to the elbows and from the taut muscles of his forearms, it looks like he’s well on his way. He’s got a jawline sharp enough to cut stone and eyes so dark I could drown in their depths, framed by dark lashes beneath his furrowed brow. His chocolate brown hair is messy atop his head, peeking out from under the hood of his sweatshirt, though somehow his lack of grooming only adds
CHASEI roll my eyes, chuckling as the little five-foot-nothing firecracker tears out of the packhouse like a goddamn tornado. Women are all the same; it’s just too fucking easy to get a rise out of them. They play cute, but crave torture- the meaner I am, the more desperate they become to jump on my dick. And make no mistake, that girl fucking wants it.I saw the way she looked at me. She’d be fun to play with, but these days, I tend to break my toys. Misery loves company after all.I step into the doorway of my dad’s old office, leaning against the frame. My throat tightens as I look inside at Gray seated behind the large black desk. I know it’s stupid, but some part of me still expects to see my dad sitting behind that desk every time I walk by this office. Every damn time. Fallon’s lounging in a seat on the opposite side of the desk, sideways with her legs flung over one of the chair arms. “Hey, baby Alpha,” she smirks, twisting around to glance over at me.I push the hood of my
VIENNA I ball my fists at my sides while fighting the urge to slap that cocky smirk right off of Chase’s stupidly handsome face. How can I be so frustratingly attracted to him, yet want to kill him at the same time? It’s confusing and I don’t have the emotional bandwith to try to make sense of it right now. He raises a brow, awaiting my response to his request for shots. “You know I can’t serve you here,” I sigh, leaning my forearms on the bar top and meeting his stare, leveling him with one of my own. “How about waters all around?” I cock a brow right back at him, watching his smug smile falter. “Aw, c’mon…” he presses, leaning in closer. Notes of fresh pine, clean soap, and clove tickle my nose. Damn he smells good. “Be a good little barmaid and fetch us some whiskey.” I clench my teeth, his condescension grating on my nerves. “You know the rules,” I grit out. “Well break them, then.” I chuckle wryly and shake my head. “Can’t do that.” Golden flecks ignite in Chase’s dark iri
CHASESweet smoke fills my lungs as I take a long drag from a joint, eyes sliding closed and my head falling back against the headrest. I dropped Cal and Levi off twenty minutes ago and I’ve been sitting in my truck in the driveway of the packhouse since, struggling to find the motivation to get out and go inside.I don’t want to go in there. Never do.This packhouse used to be home, but now it’s just a reminder of what my life used to be. Everything about it makes me think of him- and I don’t know if I’m sad or angry or if I should even give a fuck, considering he lied to me about my mother for half my life. I spend most of my time nowadays just trying not to think about it, but every time I walk inside that place, I’m smacked in the face with his memory.I’ve spent two months running from his ghost, and I haven’t gotten anywhere.Everything in there just feels empty. My life feels empty. So I fill it with drugs and booze, tits and ass. I fill the packhouse with people, each party wi
VIENNA“Hey girl!” I call to my friend Nessa as she walks in the restaurant at the lodge, pulling her long dark hair into a ponytail as she walks.“Hey!” she calls back, flashing me a bright smile. Nessa has so many beautiful features- full lips, high cheekbones, almond shaped eyes- but her smile is by far her best. You know that cliché phrase about how someone’s smile can light up a room? Nessa’s the kind of girl that phrase was coined for. I had a shitty morning, but her smile improves my mood in an instant.“I didn’t know you were working today,” she comments as she rounds the bar, shrugging off her jacket and stuffing it in a cubby underneath.I glance over at her as I finish stacking a row of pint glasses. “I picked up an extra shift, remember?”Nessa cocks out a hip, resting her hand upon it and giving me a stern look. “Girl, that’s the third time this week. You’re gonna work yourself to death.”“Hardly,” I laugh. “My car needs new brakes.”“Your car needs new everything,” she t