"Just look at it, Thomas! 15 years old and she's yet to shift!"
"It's not the shifting we need to be concerned about, Helen, the poor girl is the weight of a full-grown male wolf. Its an embarrassment. Not a single wolf has even looked in her direction! We'll never be able to mate her off and get her out of our hair at this rate!"
"Even the Alpha has started laughing at our bad fortune. I swear on the hand of the great Goddess, we would have fared better had we remained childless. She'll never pass as a beta, she can barely pass through a doorway!"
"Helen" Thomas said with a laugh and a playful shake of his head
"Oh come now, Tom, you know it to be true! Poor Duke is mortified after you revealed her little secret! At least his future mate doesn't have to worry about any competition! Who could possibly be threatened by a plain Jane like our daughter? Just get her out of my site! She's an abomination!"
I shook my head to clear the ghosts of my past. It seemed the closer I got to my home pack, the louder the voices of my parents resounded through my mind.
My wolf was almost feral as she growled her temper, demanding that I set her free with every mile we drove closer. She wanted to wreak havoc on all those who had shamed and humiliated us, but I wouldn't allow her to have her freedom. I never usually denied my wolf her needs, we had spent so many years apart, struggling to connect that when she finally came through for me when I needed her the most, I had sworn to make her the happiest wolf the world had known.
Except this time. This time I had to put my foot down and order her back into the deepest, darkest corner of my mind and to suppress her powers - we both needed reigning in. It would do us no good to reveal all of our cards, this was a game of cat and mouse that needed to be played very carefully, I knew that now
Too many times I had laid all my cards on the table, only to find myself cheated and robbed as those that should have protected me fed me to the wolves - no pun intended.
My wolf chuffed in my head, letting me know that she had heard my inner monologue and she wasn't happy about it but she wasn't going to push the matter any more. She had never forgiven herself. Even she didn't know why she hadn't been able to come forward and claim me sooner than she did, yet that didn't stop her from blaming herself for everything that had happened.
Whilst it was true that I may have been able to defend myself better had I had the advanced, honed senses I have today, it wouldn't have saved me completely. Having my wolf wouldn't have made me a mind reader and it wouldn't have stopped others from wanting to hurt me.
I swung my car around the corner with more force than necessary, blaring the horn at the idiot in front of me. I was restless, my skin prickling. Duke was close by. I knew that as surely as I knew the sky was blue.
The awareness that ran through my body didn't surprise me as much as I thought it would have. Subconsciously I had always known that the feelings I had for him had never completely faded. Oh, his dad, the old alpha, would laugh along with my beta parents and mock me for my teenage crush but I knew it was so much more than that. Duke had managed to reach a part of me that I thought had been lost forever thanks to the hurtful, spiteful words my parents spat at me
No! My wold raged suddenly, reminding me why we had to be strong. Duke is not the hero he pretends to be, Grace. Remember that! She hissed.
I straightened my back as I indicated for the last turning before I reached "home". No, Duke was certainly not the hero he liked to portray.
He was a monster. The kind that preyed on vulnerable teenagers, striking them when they need love and affection the most, only to shove them to the side when he had his satisfaction.
Although that wasn't strictly true. He had never tried to get me to go any further than I was comfortable with and had turned me down when I tried to make our relationship sexual. Not that it made what he did any better! He had promised me so many things, things that he soon backpedalled on when things got slightly more difficult. I had been so young and naive, wanting to believe in myself and Duke so desperately that I had allowed myself to be wooed with empty words.
I would never be that person again. I now saw the true meaning behind his gentle touches and his soft-spoken words. He was grooming me, wanting to be the one to break in the fat she-wolf who couldn't shift.
It was no secret that my parents despised me. They were both betas born and bred, their parents before them also betas. They had wanted a boy, had planned for a boy, bought for a boy and what did they end up with?
An embarrassment if their tales were to be believed. I had always been on the larger side, struggling to control my weight ever since I was a child. It was all too easy to steal into the packhouse kitchen in the dead of the night. The chef there took a liking to me, telling me her stories of a childhood abroad as I ate all the snacks and then some. I laughed along with her as she told me her life and imagined a world far away from the Hell I was living
Of course, as soon as my parents found out, they had given Priscilla two choices. Leave as a rogue or be executed on the spot. I never heard her answer, but I did receive her teeth in a small box the next day.
I never mentioned that incident to anyone and never again did I steal away to the kitchen, yet the habit had already been learned. Instead of visiting the kitchens, I would stash whatever food I could find, taking double portions whenever I had the opportunity -one for now, one for later.
The more my weight grew, the more my parents resented me, which meant my eating habits grew worse. It was a vicious circle, with only one victim at the centre.
The resentment and hatred between my parents and I built so high that it was inevitable the wall would come crashing down. Thinking of that day, the day I had lost everything, still managed to tear at my heart with the worst possible pain.
I had never forgiven and I would never forget. I had missed my mothers funeral, choosing to say goodbye in my own way. I would not pretend for the sake of saving face and presenting a United front for the sake of the pack.
I had spent 5 years reinventing myself, trying to let the demons die and move on. Stupid girl, I should have known that a past like mine would never stay hidden.
I smirked as I caught a glance at myself in the rearview mirror. I had succeeded in one area of my reinvention. It would be a wonder if Duke even recognised who I was. So long as my wolf kept her promised and reigned herself in, he would never know the warrior we had become. He would see me as the bimbo blonde with nothing to offer and honestly? I was okay with that. I would strike when I was ready, and not a moment sooner.
Duke POV
I began to scent Grace long before the headlights to her car came into view. If anyone else had entered this pack via a car it would raise some eyebrows, yet nothing else was expected of Grace. She could hardly come crashing through the forest in her wolf skin, could she?
I had felt sorry for her growing up. Many children felt as though they were living in someone else's shadow - whether it be the boy who has to follow in his father's footsteps and lead the pack or the girl who wants to train just as hard as her brother but was either ignored or fell short of the expectations. Grace was much worse. She was living in the shadow of a child that didn't exist but that her parents still loved.
Even in my bitterness, I could see that. She had been starved of affection. That was the only thing that had stopped me following after her and ripping the head from her shoulders for the hurt she had caused. She did what she did to feel love. Goddess knew she didn't get any from her parents, not the way a child deserves
Everything she did, they would imagine what could have been had they been given a son. If she achieved academically, their son would have done better. If she was a brilliant cook, it paled in comparison to the dishes their son would have rustled up with minimum effort.
When Grace showed signs of being a Nul - a wolf that cant shift - this only solidified the shitty hand her parents had been dealt. They believed they had angered the Moon Goddess somehow and so they made a pact to become the best betas for miles around, often leaving Grace to fend for herself with yet another expectation hanging over her head.
I had done what I could for her, displaying small acts of kindness whenever my hectic schedule allowed. I knew that on more than one occasion things had almost gone too far.
Almost.
My wolf growled, the noise vibrating through my temples, reminding me that Grace was not ours, had never been ours. She had shown us that all too clearly. When we had been ready to lay our heart on the table, she had stomped all over it, bursting it under her stiletto heel as she offered herself to another. A wolf that she should never have been messing with but it seemed that she couldn't help herself.
She's disgusting, I reminded myself as the headlights on the car slammed shut and the sound of gravel crunching underneath soft shoes became louder.
As much as I wanted to believe that, I couldn't help but picture the soft, curved body pressed against mine. The memory of that night had haunted me for years. I had stroked myself so many times, imagining what would have happened had we got to live the life we had planned. I would have pulled her body closer to mine, her tits would have been more than a handful, her creamy mounds spilling over the top of her bra as my hands cupped the, running my tongue along the silky skin. I saw her head tipped back, her parted lips glistening as her tongue ran across them, heard her soft, breathy moans of my name.
Every time had been a vision of perfection, making me cum against my hand as she rode me, sending our bodies into heights of pleasure she had never experienced before.
So many nights I had laid awake, full of regrets. Yet I wasn't the one that caused this. She did this. She ruined it.
Still, as much as I wanted to deny it, I was looking forward to seeing her once more, to seeing if the connection was still there.
The door slammed open, leaving a dent in the wall as it crashed against it.
I scented the warm, vanilla scent of Grace, smirking as I prepared for the pathetic, fake innocence she would present. I looked up at her and my mouth fell open to the floor.
Gone was the chubby girl with the unruly curls and freckled face of my dreams. Stood before me was a Goddess. Her long legs seemed to stretch forever, her skin golden and smooth. Her dress brushed against her thighs, floating with every move she made. Her hips were curved slightly, her hands planted on either side, pushing out her small, firm tits as she threw her straight blonde hair over her shoulder and looked me dead in the eye with a hatred that covered the distance between us and seared into my skin.
She was strong, lean, muscled. Utter destruction, yet devastatingly gorgeous. Her lips curled back over her teeth in a snide smile as she looked down her nose at me.
"Hello, Duke" she breathed, her voice husky and seductive. "Did you miss me?"
I opened my mouth, ready to spit back at her when my wolf beat me to it. He pounded forward, knocking against my skull as he roared, mate!
My wolf whined in my head, desperate to relay something to me, but unable to articulate what it actually was.My brain hurt, trying to keep my haughty glare on Duke and focus on why my poor wolf was crying so hard. I could picture her in my mind clearly, scratching and pawing at her face in a desperate attempt to remove whatever it was that was causing her such anguish. It was all I could do not to wince as her pain became my pain.I hated that we were not as connected as we should have been, that I had suppressed her for so many years. I wanted desperately to comfort her but I knew that she would understand that I had to deal with Duke first. It had been too long. I was unprepared for the force of him, the way his scent slammed into me, caressing all my senses. Damn him!"Close your mouth, Alpha" I muttered sarcastically, my voice dripping with disdain. "You're acting as though you weren't expecting me, despite having spent the past week begging and pleading wi
I was going to get myself killed. I could barely see what was in front of me as the tears streamed down my face but I couldn’t afford to stop the car and take a break. I had to get out of here!Fuck Duke and fuck the mating bond. I had offered myself to him so many years ago and it hadn’t been good enough for him then. I refused to be accepted by him because of some feeling that a Goddess I had never met had forced upon me.I tried not to think of that night. I tried not to let the memories wash over me but it was no good. The floodgates were open and they rushed to the front of my mind like a tsunami, allowing me to relive every painful, heartwrenching moment in stunning clarity. Of course I had never forgotten a moment of it...****************************5 years earlierGrace's POVI was hiding in the kitchens again, the only place I seemed to be able to find refuge lately. I wanted desperately to go to Duke, as I had so many
I stayed sat on the edge of my bed, chewing on my bottom lip as all my doubts and anxieties came to the forefront of my mind - do I have the courage to see this through? What if Duke wakes up? Is there a possibility that my parents are going to catch me?It was only when I tasted blood in my mouth that I jumped up, heading straight for the door and pressing my ear against it, straining to hear any signs of life that would indicate my parents were still awake. When I was met with the sweet sound of silence, I took a deep breath and ripped the door open, marching straight to the guest room before I had the chance to lose my nerve.Without knocking, I pushed open the door, slipping inside silently like a thief in the night and closing it softly behind me. I took a moment, resting my back against the wood as I took in the sight in front of meDuke was laid on his stomach, his arm wrapped around the pillow above him. The sheets had slipped down and were tangled aroun
You need to start talking, Grace, and do it fucking quickly before I lose what little patience I have left” I growled, shoving her hand away from me.I thought I had been dreaming when I first felt the soft body press against mine, it was only when my wolf roared at me over and over that I needed to wake up that I tuned into my senses and inhaled the scent of the last person who should be climbing into my bed in the middle of the nightAs soon as my eyes had opened and bored into hers, I saw the sheer terror, the rapid pulse throbbing at the base of her neck. She knew she shouldn’t be here, so why the fuck had she cuddled close to me, wearing nothing but underwear that was far too old for her? Where had she even got that lacy piece of nothing? I hadn’t looked for more than a second but it was enough.“Grace...” all she could do was open and close her mouth as she struggled to find the words. “I need you to tell me what the fuc
I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my body that was still tingling from being so close to Duke and trying to see myself through his eyes, to see what it was he saw me. Goddess knew I couldn't see a thing about myself that would appeal to any male, let alone one who was as chiselled and hard as Duke.I suppose my skin was quite creamy. I ran the back of my fingers along my ribcage and over to the top of my lace panties. It felt quite soft. Is this what Duke felt when I pressed myself against him?I brought my hands up and cupped my tits, feeling an unfamiliar but altogether appealing sensation shoot through me. My hands could barely hold them, they were definitely more than enough for Duke's huge palms.I had heard the girls giggling at school in so many conversations that I had never been invited to join. Some of them had said that their boyfriends had placed their face against their chest, almost smothering themselves in their girlfriend's tits. Would D
I had to pull over as the memories overwhelmed me. It was all I could do to catch my breath, remembering all the techniques I had learned over the years to slow down my breathing and concentrate on letting go of the anger and resentment.It wasn’t easy though. All I could think about was the way that I had been betrayed, the way that I had felt when Duke had looked at me with such disgust, anger and worst of all, disappointment.I had pinned so many of my hopes on him, had seen him as a lifeline, a way out of a shitty household that had wished nothing but pain and misery on me and in my darkest hour, Duke had abandoned me, leaving me as a shell of my former myself.I had left that night, not thinking about what I was throwing into a suitcase, I just grabbed the things that were closest and I walked out. No one tried to stop me. Noone came looking for me. I think that’s what hurt the most.I had genuinely thought that when the anger died down a
Duke grabbed hold of my ass, pulling me tight against him, letting me know exactly what effect I had on him and that this time, unlike all those years ago, he wasn’t going to hold back. As he began to walk backwards, I wrapped my arms around his neck, caught up in the moment, unable to make sense of what was happening. All I knew was that I didn't want this to stop. After all this time, I needed more. So much more"What are you waiting for?" I whispered against his lips, running my tongue along them and placing kisses along his jaw, loving the way his stubble felt so rough under my mouth.He backed me up some more until I felt the cool wall against my back. "You should know better than to play with the big, bad wolf, Grace" he teased, his hands slipping under my top, softly stroking against my stomach as they made their way further up my body.My head dropped back, thrusting my chest forward in delight, desperate to feel his hands on me"You don't s
I sensed the change in Grace the minute I saw her enter the kitchen. Gone was the playful look in her eye that had been so full of lust and wonder at what we had just done and what remained was so cold and full of ice that it was almost like a slap in the face. She had shut down on me, closed the shutters so that I couldn't enter any further.I don't know why, but it pissed me off. I had thought we had been making progress, I had felt the way her wolf had been reaching out to mine the entire time and yet she had slammed the door shut for any further progress.A feeling of shame and guilt washed over me as soon as I thought that. I was being unfair. I had also felt the way she had reacted to me. The sheer amazement and innocence that revealed far more than any of her words could have done. It didn't take a genius to work out that she hadn't been touched like that before. I didn't know whether or not she was a virgin or just had a string of bad lovers but something told