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Seventeen
Danica:
Wait, what? Did I just hear that correctly? Alpha Terrell just asked me on a date?
Where in the serious fuck did that come from? Am I dreaming? Oh good God, if I am, I never want to wake up!
This is such a gorgeous dress. I really shouldn't be letting him buy it for me. The price tag, oh good sweet Jesus! Two thousand? What? Oh shit. I better step this up.
“Alpha, I don't know that you should buy this dress,” I said, trembling as the words left my lips.
“Too late,” Charley exclaimed, receipt in hand.
My mouth gaped. Never before had someone just, well, done something without me asking for help, or even offering to make sure that I paid them back for it all.
I didn't get a chance to protest whatsoever. Charley had me right back in the fitting room with a seamstress, ensuring every nook and cranny of my body came
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“Alpha Terrell?” a soft voice asked from behind the door. He stood, slowly making his approach. Terrell cracked the door open to see Danica standing outside on trembling legs. “May I come in?” Terrell opened the door just wide enough to allow the young lady into his room. As he turned to her, his wolf growled, panted and pawed to be released. He stopped f
Center of the Iris ~ Pre ~
I know, I’m supposed to be a male, and strong, and dutiful. But the alpha-to-be, what a pain my ass! Gavin, the all-around guy, the football player, pride of the pack, you know the type. But wow, what a jerk! Last week, he knocked back a couple of shots with his buddies, ran down a few mailboxes with his ’64 Chevelle, and because his pop is the Alpha, nothing, not even a scratch of words, was even thought to be said to him. Two days ago, he backed over a fire hydrant with his dad’s company bulldozer. Sure, the little pups had a great time in this sweltering heat. But do you think nary an eye was blinked or crossed? Not a chance. Then there’s me. I’m physically what you would call the class nerd. I prefer my books, my study time. I’m an introvert, as they call it. Am I physically fit? Sure, for what it’s worth. I can definitely hold my own. But I’m short, only 5’7”. I have hair the color of spicy mustard. I wear glasses because my allergies screw with
Center of the Iris One
I don’t think anyone saw it coming. I, Terrell Gladson, was at least the most surprised. When the beautiful raven-haired cheerleader shifted her first time, we all knew, just knew, that she and Gavin were mates. But her scent… it drove me mad. I could smell her showering, in her house, over a mile away. She was the beauty queen, and it surprised no one that everyone loved her. Her sleek white smile. Her graceful, anvil cut calves. Her soft tanned skin glimmering in the sunlight. She was truly beautiful. I could smell her. I knew it was her. And I was horridly confused. I followed the scent, almost unwillingly, deep into the heart of the woods. I saw her body go through the pain staking first shift. The sickening crack of her ribs, her knees inverting as the jeans she wore shredded effortlessly aware from them. Her falling forward, paws out-stretched, exhausted. I shifted before she saw me. But she could smell me,
Center of the Iris Two
Two nights later would be the preparations for the hunt. To find out who in the pack would really take on the new alpha and beta, and who would be discarded like old filaments of photo reels. I told my father that I had no interest in the hunt. That the entire idea sickened me. What I hadn’t told him was that Anastasia had rejected me. I think he knew. But as respectful as the man was, he had no reason to pry into such matters of teenagers. I was eighteen now and if I couldn’t handle something on my own, then so be it. That was the way of the pack. You either made it, or you did not. There was no, hey let me help you with that. I just really wished that June was over. In July, I would leave for Stanford, and never, never look back. Major college essay? My father didn’t buy it. He knew I had finished that six months ago, revised it, and sent it off to my new potential professors. I had already received it back, red marked like some 3rd grade
Center of the Iris Three
Those last couple of weeks were hell in that village. Everyone, and I mean everyone, glared at me. Graduation was the worst. They threatened to take away my diploma just because I didn’t “respect the hunt.” “Terrell the Terrible, the name rings so high!” Just like Ivan the Terrible, or the Hitler of their town, they taunted me. My father hired an outside human lawyer when they threatened my diploma. The attorney made some wheels and deals, and on the 17th of June, I walked with my class, got my diploma, tossed my tassle to the side and flipped everyone off as I walked off that stage. There was nothing they could do to me now. I knew the plan. Graduate. Get in the car. And get. The. Hell. Out. Of. Town. My father had made up his mind that he was coming with me to Stanford. He said he could use the change of scenery. But I knew better. He needed to get out of town before they banned him from the pack.
Center of the Iris Four
Seven years later… Terrell sat back in his apartment. Alone, he quietly pondered his next steps. Last week he walked the stage with top honors in law. He had passed his bars. He was officially an attorney. His father was so proud, standing there in the beating sun and taking pictures of his son as that graceful gown seemed to float around him. Only this time, there were no middle fingers involved. There was no telling a small town to piss off. It was him. Terrell Gladson and his day of glory. But now, as he sat in his empty apartment, he started to feel the emptiness seeping in. The same emptiness he felt that night of the accident when he rejected Anastasia. A deep, hollowness that penetrated his thoughts, and sometimes, his very soul. The thought of, you will always be alone. Terrell was the epitome of puberty done right. The old glasses were gone, Lasix taking their place and clearing any horrid eyesigh
Center of the Iris Five
His phone jolted him awake. Passed out again, over stacks of declarations, court orders, and pizza. How long had he been out? He rubbed his eyes and reached for his watch. 2:37 AM. Damn! Who the hell could be calling him at this hour? He picked up his phone. Dad. Shit. Double shit. “Dad? Dad what’s wrong?” “Nothing. I missed your call. What’s up son?” His voice was cheery, like he had been on vacation for six months. “What? Oh, uh, I was going to see if you wanted to meet up for scotch and dinner. Guess I missed you.” There was an awkward silence on the phone. “Dad?” “I’m here. You do know I’m in London this week, remember? The convention? I’ve been planning it for months.” Right. The hot shot lawyer convention across the big blue. One of those things he hated the most. “Yeah, mu
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