If it isn't one thing, it's another. Xenia can't seem to catch a break.
Trigger warning: sexual assault All Mason could see was red when that beast of a man touched his mate. They would all be dead at that moment if it wasn't for Kane, but he was right. This had to be done discreetly and under the guise of night. He couldn't risk bringing any attention to them, especially with the pack not being too far from there. It only took a few hours to get there, assemble a small team of werewolves, and return to the bandits' camp. They used their senses to stay away from the bandits' radar as he sent four of his men to get the lay of the land and study their habits. They waited a little over an hour before his men returned with details. There were a little over thirty armed bandits in the entire camp. The four posts surrounding the camp always had two men patrolling it, switching up every two hours. Mason gathered his men in a circle. "We will wait until night and use the cover of darkness. Only shift if it's essential. Don't attack until I give you the si
Mason stalked closer to the tent as he kept his gaze on the two guards standing in front. He could hear their conversation from his position. "Of course, he's the first one to have a go with her," the taller one said with a grunt. "They're usually despondent after he's finished. It takes the joy out of it when it's my turn." The shorter one laughed. "That's the way it is with Barrick. I'm just glad he shares. It's been a while since we had one so…" He moved his hands in an hourglass shape. They laughed again, and it took only a second for Mason to understand what they were discussing. They wanted to touch his mate. "Kill them! Kill them ALL!" Rodin roared inside his head. The thought of anyone touching their mate in that way made their blood boil. Before he could react, they all heard sounds coming from inside the tent. "Looks like this one is feisty," the shorter one grinned. "Those are the best ones to break. I wondered how-" Mason moved before the bandit could finish his sent
"Are you out of your mind, Mason?!" Mason internally groaned. He didn't bother to look up from the scroll he was studying when a furious Lillian barged into his office. "That's Alpha Mason to you," Kane growled and stepped forward before Mason could raise his hand. Not many people would talk to him this way and live to tell the tale, but Lillian was an exception…to a certain point. She has been his right hand since Melania's death. They both believed in her cause despite their identical siblings disagreeing. While Mason continued to grab supporters of the cause, Melania and Lillian were preparing for the worst-case scenario: Melania's death. Mason couldn't be happier when Lillian told him they had found a way to bring her back. For the past two years, they've made plans to get everything on the list, and so far, they have almost everything. All except the perfect vessel. Of course, Lillian volunteered without question, and he knew it was because of her affection towa
Mason didn't move a muscle as Kane blocked her advance, pushing her against the wall. With one hand holding Lillian's hand with the blade, Kane wrapped his other hand around her throat. Lillian smiled before Kane registered a blade sticking out of his side. Lillian produced another blade and stabbed him in the chest. Kane staggered back as Lillian pushed him aside to get to Mason, who wasn't paying attention. "How dare you ignore me!" Lillian yelled while lounging at him again. He stood up with the scroll in his hand, grabbed Lillian by the throat, and slammed her against the desk in one fluid motion. He could feel the weight of his Alpha's command pressing down on her like dead weight. Rodin's way of showing dominance. "Don't be so dramatic, Lillian. You will always be a part of this pack. Besides, wouldn't you rather be by her side?" he asked without a glance her way. Lillian whimpered as the pressure and the pain grew immensely. Mason finally looked at her, moving
Lottie was riding in a carriage with Spencer, finally excited for him to meet the other love of her life. Spencer showered her with kisses as she playfully pushed him away. "Stop it before you mess up my hair," Lottie laughed as he embraced her. "I cannot help it, my little chef. I don't think I've ever been this happy in my entire life," Spencer said while trying to kiss her. Lottie dodged his advances by turning her head, so he resorted to kissing her neck. His lips grazed over the mark he had placed on her neck the night before, and he felt her tremble in his arms. Lottie couldn't get enough of his kisses, but she had to stop before it went too far. It always went too far with him, and she didn't want Xenia to find them in a compromising position. It wouldn't be the first time Lottie was caught with a man in a compromising position. "Spence, please. We need to go over a few things before you meet Xenia." Lillian wiggled out of his embrace as he pulled on her dress to bring h
Spencer turned to look at what she saw. In the little valley stood a small cabin with the side wholly torn down. It looked as if something smashed the side of the cabin to the ground. With Spencer's help, Lottie returned to her feet and walked toward the cabin, but Spencer stopped her. "No, you stay here, Lottie. Let me check it out first," Spencer said, heading towards the cabin. From the scents in the air, he could tell there was blood from a human and a werewolf. He made it to the crumbling wall and peeked inside. There was nothing there but a bedroom set up. Pieces of the ceiling were scattered on the floor, but nothing else seemed to be destroyed. Spencer turned to see Lottie looking apprehensive, but he was glad she stayed put."I'll be back as soon as possible," he linked her. She didn't respond, but he saw her nod before he headed inside. The smell of blood increased as he approached the door leading into a hallway. He kept his ears perked for any sounds or motions before
"Ah," Xenia screamed and sat up. "Owwww." Her body felt sore as she brought her hand to her head. Her vision was blurry as she looked at her surroundings. Wait, where am I? she wondered. It took a minute for her eyes to adjust to the light coming from the windows, and she realized she was in a bed. Remembering Barrick, she quickly jumped out of the covers. The massive headache she had was keeping her from remembering anything. She looked down and saw her teddy was still covered in dirt and blood. There was a glass of water near a lamp on the bedside table, and she quickly drank it, unaware of how thirsty she was. Her room was big, way bigger than her entire cabin. The light shined on the amber-colored walls, matching the polished hardwood floors. There was a huge painting over the bed of a beautiful blue-eyed woman. Her hair fell in golden waves over her shoulders, down the crimson red dress. On her face was a smile carved out of beautiful red lips. She looks familiar, Xenia
Xenia looked for a place to hide but gave up and climbed back into bed. The glass on the bedside was filled with water. So, she quickly drank it and hid the glass under the covers. She didn't know what or who to expect, but she wanted to be prepared. She focused on calming her pulse before lying back down. It took a minute for the person to come into the room. She could hear the rickety sound of a cart being pushed across the floor. It stopped near the front of the bed. By the footsteps, she knew it was at least two people. They continued to busy themselves around the room, and she could hear someone running water. Then, a hand caressed the side of her face. "I know you're not asleep, Xenia." Him. Xenia gripped the covers and slowly opened her eyes to see him beside her bedside. He sat down as she sat up and watched him cautiously. Two other women were in the room with them, so Xenia felt some relief. She didn't want to be alone with him. One woman moved things in and out of