-PHOEBE’S POV- Since I left the FireBrick Pack, I have been sickly. It has been almost a month now and to my horror, the memories of the time that I spent there won’t return. Joana informed me about the training, shopping, and partying that we did but my mind remains pitch black. Werewolves didn’t get ill unless there was contact with silver, wolfsbane poisoning, or oleanders. After being checked at the hospital, there was one particular herb detected that witches used to induce memory loss. Mom had stormed to Alpha Terryl of our pack for him to seek an explanation from the Alpha Hudson of FireBrick regarding my sickness and amnesia. However, he says that there was no way to hold them accountable, especially since I returned on my own. Of course, Mom hit the roof and argued with our Alpha. She was blessed with a daring boldness, especially when it came to protecting her family. The lightheadedness kept me mostly at home. Mom checked in on me daily but hardly engaged with me about a
-PHOEBE'S POV- “Hey Phoebe, wait up!” "Morning," I shouted to my dearest ebony friend. Fiona motioned for me to come over with her hand. She was seated next to our other friend, the pack's queen bitch. The last time that we hung out was hard to recall. Since I came back from FireBrick, being ill has kept me mostly in solitude and away from much socialization. Today I was feeling better. If my mate did not want me, to hell with him. "Hello ladies," I sat taking a seat next to Fiona, giving her a hug across the shoulder. "Hello Pheebs," Wendy said and smiled at me. I ruffled her curly blonde hair as she slapped my hand away in annoyance. "Why are you both idling on the training grounds?" I prompted them. "We are catching a break and gawking at the football team that showed up for punishment in training." Wendy squealed and I laughed. "I think I convinced the football captain to sleep with me." "Which one is he?" I had to know. "There," she pointed for me to spot him, "The cutie
-PHOEBE'S POV-The room around me was different when my lazy eyes decided to open. Everything in the surroundings brought the awareness that I was not home. It was pretty classy and I liked the design. By using a dark navy blue color scheme, the architectural features generated a tranquil cave-like ambiance. Perhaps that was why I had fallen asleep.The space had a luxury aspect equal to that of a high-end European hotel room thanks to the heavy velvet curtains; white thermal drapes merged with the ottoman bench at the foot of the bed made of linen fabric and with foam padded seats and wooden legs.As much as I wanted to take in more of the room, my joints hurt as I shifted on the bed and my head pounded. Instinctively, my hand massaged my forehead.My throat was dry and sore. Why is this happening to me? I cried inwardly. Going home and being in the familiarity of my own room would be better suited for my circumstances.Suddenly, the door opened and footsteps moved closer to me. It wa
-HUDSON’S POV-(2 weeks later) Two weeks' worth of training seemed to have gone down the drain. Charles has a work schedule of 8 am to 5 pm, with weekends off, and he cannot even keep that up. He stares off into space in meetings, fidgets on his phone, and flirts nonstop with all the unmated women. Sometimes he disappears, and no one knows where the hell he has gone. I had to arrange for two guards to secretly monitor him so that I could bring him back from his exploits on demand. While he says yes to everything, his mind is not here. The only thing that he takes seriously is warrior training. Dad was right about his immaturity for the post, but at the same time, this title was being forced on him. It was now the time of day for Charles to leave work and he slouches in my chair in my office, complaining. “Brother, I never wanted to be Alpha,” he stated dryly, “This hard work is not the life that I want. I like adventure and spontaneity. Sitting in here all day is boring. Why are we
*HUDSON'S POV* ‘What is this bitch doing here?’ Regis growled in my head, ready to take over. I quickly washed down, got out, and wrapped the towel around my lower body. The happy moment was ruined by her presence, knowing that she came to seduce me. I should act on changing my door. How many times have I said this? "Get out!" I snarled but she flinched and remained in place, though she shivered in fear of my released alpha aura. She was fondling her blouse, unbuttoning it from the top downwards in a quick motion. I smelled her arousal and she licked her lips while eyeballing my body. She looked desperate and tragic, which made her very unattractive with her grey eyes lustfully drinking in my god-blessed bareness as her beta genes of brown hair with gold highlights was pushed back to display her drooling square-shaped face. She was not my Phoebe. Hence, I could not be enticed by her. Shit! My cock tented under the towel when I thought of Phoebe just now, getting hard again. This b
-HUDSON’S POV- My erection won’t go away. Unable to sleep and afraid of getting blue balls, I masturbated all fucking night while trying to suppress my urges. Shutting my eyes seemed like it was only a five-minute nap. That was all of the sleep that I got. I woke up and my cock stood like a light pole with a strong pain in the srotum as it throbbed. The penis' head is so enlarged and pre-cum-shiny that it even has a purplish hue. At first, I was super excited when I saw the recurring hardness in my cock. Being so huge and hard has given me a somewhat more macho feeling. All it took was one thought of Phoebe and it vigorously shot out like a solid oak. I got dressed and the light pole wouldn’t give me a break. Interestingly, it gets awkwardly arranged and cramped in my underpants, and I have to straighten it a lot. My hardness urgently needs relief, and soon! But only with my precious Phoebe. Because they are able to detect my erection, she-wolves of all statuses crouch down in the m
*PHOEBE’S POV* "Everyone, gather around!" Peter called the group of us over, and we huddled around him. Today we were going to practice the new defense styles that we learned yesterday. "We are going to make today's practice a competition. There will be five groups totaling six individuals." With his clipboard in hand, Peter took a position in the middle of the crowd. "Since you are a big group, we will divide the competition over two days." The training grounds were filled with humming murmurs of expectation that cheerily approved of the fun that was anticipated. “Now, now, settle down,” Peter continued “Fiona will be assigning the groups so that we have a perfect mixture of skills and experience.” The excitement stopped as everyone murmured their disappointment because we all knew the members that we would have chosen for our teams. Fiona begins to call names and their respective team members. When I learned that Jerald and I would be on the same team, I was completely ast
-PHOEBE’S POV- “Mate,” my wolf, Keke answered back and white pearly teeth shone through a genuine smile. Of all the months that she disappeared, today she chose to show up, just like he did. My mate? Everything halted at the training ground and everyone was speechless. We were the center of attention. My blue sapphire eyes bore into his emerald green orbs. Feelings of completion, love, and belonging stormed through my body. Dumbfounded and awestruck, my foolish emotions went into overdrive at the sight of him. He said nothing as though our eyes were doing all the talking. There emerged a vague sensation of familiarity that was pegging my brain, but I could not put my finger on it. His eyes resembled those from my dream. He was so close. His strong-fingered hands on my waist seemed to anchor me to the spot, caging against his powerful body, the wall of his chest in the immaculate black shirt acted as a formidable barrier between me and any effort to escape. I could look nowhere