Esme's POVDarkness enveloped me, suffocating me in ways it hasn't before. The air was heavy with the scent of damp soil even though its summer time, a nice reminder that I am still alive. It was also nice of them, whoever it is, to keep me in an uncomfortable dress to sit in, I'm putting up a heavy wall where my emotions lay so no one can see that I am scared shitless and I want to cry. Fear gnawed at my core as I struggled to piece together the memory to which I can't actually remember. Bits and pieces keep popping in to my mind, but I can't tell what's real and what I am trying to think has happened or did happen.My head throbbed with an incessant ache, and I can't feel Alana either so whatever has happened it is also effecting her too! Panic surged through my veins as I realized the grim truth: I had been kidnapped.How had I ended up here? Where was I? And most importantly, did anyone know I was missing? My thoughts raced, but they led only to dead ends.As I lay there in the su
Jaxon's POVI've always been a man of action, but these past four days have been a test of my patience and my love for Esme. She's been missing for four days, and I can't shake the feeling that something terrible has happened to her, my skin is itchy and my hands are clammy to shit. I know she's not dead, because if she was, I'd be a wreck, unable to function and feeling as though I have died as well, and I probably would feel like I have died if she did but I have our two children to hold onto right now, even though I can't think straight. But the thought of her being out there, alone and scared, is enough to drive me mad.Our children, have been my saving grace and my ass because I am ready to kill in my wife's name and I don't and have never thought I would need or want to do that. They don't understand what's going on, but I've tried my best to comfort them, to make them feel safe. I've held them close, read them bedtime stories, and tucked them in at night before going out huntin
Jaxon's POV I've always been a man of action, but these past six days have been a test of my patience and resilience. Finding Esme, my wife, has been a long show of failure on my part. I've never felt so helpless. The thought of her being in the hands of Adeline once again, even after I promised to protect her, a woman who has caused her nothing but pain for the last five years, is a constant weight on my heart.On one hand, I want to curl up and shut the world out, but on the other hand, I want to tear up all the lands and anyone standing in my way to find Adeline, to hurt her the way she has hurt Esme. But today, my luck starts to rise again.Charlie, one of my most easiest people to get along with once you get to know him, comes to my office in sweats and pants, his face flushed with determination. "Charlie?" I say while handing him a bottle of water to cool off aa minute, I have ran over the fine blue print so many times but I just can't see where I would find this place."Jaxon.
Esme's POVAs the darkness enveloped all my senses, I struggled to discern the passage of time. My mind was a jumbled mess, memories of the past week or month blurring with the present. Had I imagined Jaxon's presence in the underground shitpit Or was it a cruel trick played by my drug-addled brain?My body felt heavy and weak, the lingering effects of Adeline's concoctions still coursing through my veins. But amidst the fog, a voice, soft and gentle, a voice I knew all too well.Jaxon's voice.Jaxon whispered, his breath warm against my hand."Esme baby. That's it just keep opening them slowly" he says which has me wanting to open then with full force but the lights hurt a little so I had to close them until I could manage to adjust to the brightness.My eyes fluttered open, and there he was, standing over me, his piercing, beautiful eyes filled with concern. I reached out a trembling hand, desperate to confirm his presence.'Jaxon,' I murmured, my voice barely a whisper.He took my
Third person POVAs my dad pulled away from the hospital, Esme couldn't shake the oppressive feeling that had haunted her since her release. Despite assuring the doctors that she would adhere to her medication and rest, a nagging unease lingered in her mind. The relentless torment and abuse she had endured throughout her life had left an unyielding scar, and this latest setback only deepened her.Jaxon, her devoted husband, held her hand tightly as they made their way home. His gentle touch and unwavering support were a beacon of hope in the darkness that threatened to consume her. Yet, as they entered their pack, Esme couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. She knew that she didn't deserve his love and kindness.'Esme, baby, are you okay?' Jaxon asked, his voice laced with concern. 'You've been so quiet.'Esme forced a smile, not wanting to burden him with her worries. 'I'm just a little tired, my love. I'll be fine.'But her words rang hollow even to her own ears. The truth was, she
Esme's POVJaxon is my blanket when it's cold, its warm grip sending perfect shivers down my spine. Once a sanctuary and luxury, the place that I lay my head and make love to my husband, my bed had become a battleground where nightmares waged war against my sanity.One year ago, Every night, for months, I would awaken in a cold sweat, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. The nausea that gripped me was unbearable, threatening to tear my body apart. I couldn't escape the torment that had once plagued my waking hours, now it had found refuge in my dreams. Some how the dreams became night mares and now I am waking up once again in sweats and shivers. My body isn't able to acknowledge the threat and the difference between life time night mares and night time night mares but it is scary as shit. I hate it so much.In the suffocating depths of the night, her face would appear before me, a haunting spectre. Her eyes, that was once filled with warmth, a person I could call a friend, now
Esme's POVI've always been the kind of person who loves surprises, but nothing could have prepared me for the one my brother planning our annual charity event when Finley, asked for everyone close to him to gather in the boardroom.that meant, Me, Jaxon his family, My dad and his side of thee family and some of Naomi's as well. I have never met Naomi's family. Finley said they are nice but terrifying which is why she doesn't have a lot to do with them. They gave her up when she was just a baby but then when she turned 18 she found them and they began talking again but she doesn't class them as her family, this is her family, her people that she loves."Why does he want everyone here?" I wondered, as I made my way to the boardroom with Robyn who only shrugged and said "I'm sure we will all find out shortly. The room was filled with our closest friends and family, all of whom were equally curious about the reason for this gathering.As I entered the room, I noticed a warm, inviting smi
Jaxons POV A week has come and gone since Esme's return, and a sense of normalcy had begun to settle over our household. She spent countless hours in the garden with our children, their laughter filling my heart with warmth and chatter between my mom and wife also filling the air. Esme had also expressed an interest in starting a hobby to keep herself occupied, a welcome sign of her recovery the said, and I think she chose to do some arts type of thing so me and Charlie are planning to go out and buy her what ever art supplies she wants and needs. She isn't leaving this house unless she has a full protective system in place whether it be me, Charlie, Finley my dad or hunter. The pack I trust but my wife needs time to trust again and where better to start than in her home? Beneath the surface of our loving, carefree home, however, a storm was brewing. For the past week, my pack had been relentlessly hunting Adeline Carter, the werewolf who had been terrorising Esme, former pack member