Hey Rebels, Thank you for your patience as I get these last few chapters completed. Between the end of book blahs, writing 70k words last month, & personal things I have been a little burnt out. Since Nora's release I have been writing for 3+ months straight- with very few days off (even on days I am not publishing chapters- I am planning, prepping, and promoting. Not to mention my regular mom tasks.) I understand, it's frustrating to wait a couple days for a few chapters, but I would rather provide quality and satisfactory endings instead of rushing to provide content quicker. Nora's new wolf was an adjustment, and a huge moment for her, she deserves for the moment to be right. For those wondering how to pronounce her wolf's name- here is the phonetic pronunciation. AH-LEE-CEE-AH. Emma Taylor
THEOFOUR AND A HALF YEARS LATER - LATE JANUARYAndrew and I are hunched over the desk in our joint office, pouring over the floor plans for the expansion. Our community home, Windsor House, has grown since moving its location to “the hub,” the neutral center between the packs, and rogue collective. The location is ideal for young wolves kicked from their homes, but don’t want to become pack members in Silver Run or New Moon to benefit.“We’re definitely going to need a larger kitchen,” Andrew murmurs, sparks erupting as his shoulder brushes against mine. Even after all these years, my body reacts to him the same as the first day we met.“With the way these animals eat? Definitely.” His laugh fills the room, and it’s like music to my ears.“Betas,” Seven, Trent’s mate, and the manager of our home, says through the intercom. “Mr. and Mrs. Gonzalez are here to talk to you.” Andrew and I glance at one another, sadness radiating through our bones. Mr. and Mrs. Gonzalez are the parents of
Hey Rebels, Thank you so much for sticking it out through Nora's story, and do not worry this is not the last we see of her. To all those who have taken the time to read, comment, review, and donate gems I cannot than you enough for your devotion! Your support means everything to me, and I cannot wait to keep sharing my stories with you all. I would like to thank a couple amazing friends, and support systems! Seriously, without these amazing author friends Nora's book might never gotten finished, let alone started. These woman were so amazing and supportive. They read the five million edits it took to get this story started without complaint. They let me vent when I needed to vent, and gave tough love when I needed it too. If you're looking for new books/authors to read while waiting for Charity's book to drop in August of 2023 I highly recommend these women who have come to mean so much to me. Miri Googag, has "The Alpha's Guardian series," and 8 other completed book on GoodNovel
Nora Pov I tip the Tequila bottle back, chugging the liquid despite the burn in my throat. taring at Hazel’s new Porsche SUV to celebrate her and Dillon’s new pup. Stupid bitch. She gets celebrated for getting mated, marked, and knocked up by my boyfriend of three years. As I walk around the car, sipping on my bottle, I hear the cheers and chatter of the celebration in the packhouse. Stopping at the driver's side, I can’t help but notice it’s unlocked, the keys sitting in the cupholder. Without giving it much thought, I chug the rest of the bottle and toss it to the side with a satisfying crash. Pulling open the door, I slide into the brand new leather seat, enjoying the comforting . I settle in, buckle, and push the start button, enjoying the purr of the engine as it roars to life. Blasting the radio, I open the sunroof and windows, enjoying the cool evening air. Like an indie driver, I push the car into gear, flooring it out of the driveway with a screech. The car soars with a
THREE MONTHS LATER NORA POV It doesn’t take long for Marcus to reach where I stand, watching the car burn in the flames. His hand wraps around my elbow in a deadly grip as he spins to face him. Rage consumes his face, but also something akin to worry as he looks over my body for injuries. “Are you drunk right now?”“As a skunk,” I slur, no shame on my face. Why should I care what he thinks? He obviously didn’t care enough about me to tell me about Hazel and Dillon.“Are you fucking insane?” Marcus fumes, his eyes shifting between black and the deep brown they usually are. “Our parents died in a car crash! What the fuck is your problem?” His hold on my arm tightens as he studies me. Before I can answer, the shrill scream of my nemesis rings across the field.“MY CAAAAR!” Hazel cries, running toward the flaming pile, Dillon trailing behind her with his head down, not looking at anyone. Turning her attention to me, I see her claw elongate, ready to pounce.“You bitch!” she screams, jum
NORA As the song ends, Theo pulls away, a sad smile on his face. “Unfortunately, Nora darling, I have ignored my duties as Beta for too long. This must be our last dance.”With a flourish, he grabs my hand, bringing it to his lips, as his eyes flick to the bar in a silent challenge, before returning to mine, a dashing smile covering his face.Standing upright once again, “I hope to see you again, Nora Jones. Enjoy your night.” Sauntering away from me with a devil may care attitude, leaving me completely stunned. Regaining my composure, I head toward the table where our drinks sit, the opposite direction Theo walked.Along the way, I pass the face of a demon I wasn’t expecting to see: Nia, Hazel’s cousin and the inspiration behind one of Macbeth’s witches.“Crash any cars lately?” She sneers, the pettiness oozing like a deadly venom, “or are you too busy trying to steal other people’s mates?”“Why? Are yours available?” I remark with a serious look, enjoying her scoff of derision. “I
NORA POV Freezing ice water washes over my skin, dragging me from the unconscious void with a ferocity. Bolting upright, my head fuzzy, the light in the room making it painful to open my eyes.Finally opening my eyes, I find Marcus standing above me, with Hakeem beside him. A bucket in his hand. “What the fuck, Hakeem?” I growl before reality sets in, and I realize I am back in Northern Lakes territory. “Wait…when did we get home?”Panic takes root as I look between the two men before me, trying to recall memories of the night before. “Thank you, Beta Hakeem,” Marcus growls, his voice deadly as he glares at me. “You can go now.”I will take the bucket of ice water over the chill in his voice any day as I scoot my frozen body away from him. My back smacking the headboard, trying desperately to get away. Sensations from the night before invade my waking thoughts, while I desperately grab for them, hoping to understand the situation.“What the fuck were you thinking?” Marcus seethes, my
NORA POV Placing my palms against his chest, I resist, my heart racing wildly while I try to get him off of me, but constantly aware of where the ledge is. I can feel the bruises already forming on my skin as his grip tightens, his claws piercing into my soft flesh.My throat closed, unable to work as I keep pushing against the bulky male I used to date, against a man I used to love. “I know you still love me. I’ll prove it to you,” he whispers. Without warning, his lips crash against mine forcefully.His tongue invading my mouth as he takes control, his free hand winding into my hair as he holds my head into place. Tears prickle my eyes as I gently guide us away from the ledge, where rocks sit below. Viola going wild, begging for control, but our location has our hands tied. She remainsWe are in human territory in the early morning. Wolfing out here would be dumb, and a sure way to get the council involved. My mind racing from the violation while I attempt to remain calm, moving us
NORA POV “I swear to the Goddess-” Marcus begins, but I stop him mid-sentence, not in the mood to deal with another scolding.“Chill, brother,” I say. “I am on my way to Silver Run already, but I forgot to get the address. So can you tell me where I am going, please?” As much as I want to avoid this mystery pack, Viola is desperate to return, despite what happened there, and I need to know why.Why do I want to return? What’s so special about this pack that I feel drawn to people I barely know? There are unending questions I desperately need answers for, and the only way to get them is to go back.“You left already?” He asks, slightly shocked with a twinge of sadness. “Didn’t you want to say goodbye?”“I figured it’d be better this way,” I lie, my heart leaving another crack as I attempt to contain the tears on the verge of breaking loose. “Send me the address, and I will let you know when I arrive. We can talk again when I am settled in. Okay?”I want this conversation to end, alrea