SYDNEY
My eyes flew open, my body shooting up from the bed with a loud gasp. I was in a flummoxed state, memories dull and blurry but I could still make out the gist of them, "Victor..." I breathed into the oxygen mask secured to my face. Feeling annoyed by the thing, I yanked it off and threw it to the side, doing the same with the other wires and tubes attached to me.
My body felt weak, as if someone sent my bones through a wood chipper, tossed the pieces back into the fleshy sack that created my body, and then expected me to heal. I had never felt so utterly drained before, so dead on the inside that I didn't care to move another inch. Victor had given me up. The bond with Quade was only one step away from being complete and pretty soon, I wouldn't have a choice but to give into him.
I remembered the way my body reacted to Quade's touch. Every nerve felt alive, my insides felt as if it melted into a puddle
SYDNEY I dived into work headfirst. Why? Because it helped me concentrate on everything else besides the pain I felt. It was a continuous cycle, day in and day out. I waited patiently for the pain to dull, but it never did. Time was meant to heal all wounds but how much time would I need. There was also another thing I had been patiently waiting for. It had been three days since my body had recovered and I had woken up and yet my heat hadn't settled in. There were still a few more days. At times, it would hit you instantly and in other cases, it would at least take a week to set in. I hadn't even seen Quade. He had a room in the pack house. My dad was all too willing when it came to allowing him to stay. From what I could tell, he would be staying until he could reclaim his alpha title and go back home. I did my best to avoid him and I assumed he did that too. There was only one instance where I had run into him. I was leaving the pack house, going t
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SYDNEYCrusted blood stained the walls, mixing with splatters of fresh blood. The stench of death hung in the air, getting worse with each step I took. Rotting flesh, damp earth, and human excrement all bombarded my nose at once. I may not have been a full blooded werewolf, but even us half bloods had an impeccable sense of smell. That was the same with strength and speed.Victor let out a low growl beside me as we neared our destination. I purposely slowed my steps, allowing him to lace his fingers with mine and give my hand a gentle squeeze. Victor meant so much to me, even as a little girl. With his thick, shoulder length chocolate brown locks and eyes so blue they reminded me of the ocean; he hadn't changed one bit since I was a child. I sort of felt like Bella from Twilight, stuck with creatures that barely aged while I looked ten years older by the next day.Victor stood tall beside me
SYDNEYVictor stilled, body tensing as the word left the unknown Alpha's lips. The Alpha's two men shared a thunderstruck glance before shifting their shocked looking faces to me. The patrol wolf had left to grab the three clothes since they were standing in all their naked glory and I made sure to keep my eyes up, never once allowing them to dip and take in what lied below.Dimitri chuckled quietly, shaking his head and his mate visibly relaxed as confusion set in. Half breeds did not always have mates. Because human's could pick who they wanted to be with, I had the will to choose my life partner. I had never expected to find a mate, had never prepared for such a possibility.He was the epitome of handsome though, so that was a bonus. His sharp jaw, tattooed physic that had muscles rippling throughout his body, jade orbs, and dark chocolate strands made him the definition of a fuck boy and screamed 'sta
SYDNEY"Look, it's momma Grace," I cheered happily, clapping my hands as mom and dad walked onto stage. They were followed by my grandpa and Grammy. Mom wore an anxious smile but at the time, I thought it was the prettiest thing in the world. The nightmare always started off the same. I'd be in Lucille's arms, praising mom as she walked onto the stage. I'd wince when the blade pierced through my dad's palm, flinching away from Lucille at the sight of blood dripping down his hand. I was so caught up in the moment, so caught up in watching everything happen with awestruck eyes that I hadn't noticed the scowl on Lucille's face. I hadn't noticed the way she looked at me and then at my mom with flames of anger blazing in her eyes. Before I could register was was happening, Lucille held a silver weapon out in front of us and then a loud bang echoed and my ears began ringing. The smell of som
SYDNEYI awoke feeling the gentle caress of fingers running through my hair. Victor hummed lowly beside me, his strong arm around my waist and pressing me into him. Something felt different though. Even with my groggy state of mind, I could feel the difference in Victor's touch. The mark on my neck buzzed with life and wherever my skin made contact with his I felt...sparks. Jolting up, I gasped in bewilderment. Victor had marked me last night and although I didn't regret it, I hadn't expected to feel sparks from it either. I turned to meet Victor who looked like the poster boy for relaxation. He didn't seem fazed about the sparks, a knowing look lighting up his beautiful face. Bringing my hand to his stubble coated cheek, I relished the warmth and the tingles that flowed up my arm. A smile found its way to my face. "Good morning, crazy girl," a strange voice echoed through my mind that had
SYDNEY Flames! That was the only way I could describe what it felt like. It felt as if flames licked my body, beginning from my core and it wasn't anything like experiencing heat. My heat ended the moment Victor and I completed the bond. That was how it worked. You either put an end to heat by completing the bond or wait an entire week. My mom was the only werewolf I knew who managed to make it an entire week without sealing the deal and I didn't want to know how she managed to do that. This, on the other hand, felt so much worse and Victor's touch offered no reprieve. I could see the pain lingering in Victor's oceanic orbs, if he could have taken away the pain I knew he would have. Screams and yells left my lips, cold sweat coating my skin and soaking my hair. I felt as if I needed too move but at the same time I couldn't. The pain was paralyzing and I went through it every night. Apparently, even afte
QUADEShe refused to leave my mind and no matter how much I tried not to think about her, I ended up thinking about her more. Her scent that reminded me of a blossoming garden in the midst of spring, her hair that reminded me of the golden beach sand that made up their shores, her dark eyes that reminded me of black tea, her smile that lit up a room which she only showed him, her sun-kissed skin that was soft to the touch. My brain had memorized every detail of her. The mate bond was something I had seen amongst others and heard about but feeling it was something entirely different. It felt suffocating and yet breathed a new life within you with new purpose. It hurt and yet it was explosive pleasure. It drew you closer to the other half of your soul and yet repelled it from you.It was frustrating and yet invigorating. The princess knew not of the game she was landing herself in, one that would