"You don't have to do this yourself, Guillermo and I can take care of it.." Alexander pleaded with Melody. That evening as she insisted on preparing everything to travel across the country to execute Frank. Throwing random clothes into a suitcase while she stomped around the room on feet far too heavy for someone of her size."Yes I do!" she was nearing hissing at him as she insisted strongly. She paused, packing the suitcases, "I need to do this, he hurt my whole family Alexander. He needs to pay for it. I need him to pay for it. To know he brought his end on himself, I want him to know." Her words were so heavy with with such a finality to them, that Alexander, never able to really say no to her finally gave in. She could come on the mission, only if the shrink and doctor cleared her first. After this afternoon's panic attack, and early pregnancy he was sure she wouldn't get the clearance from the doctor. She's pregnant, no doctor would let her go out to murder their step father.He
Melody drove up to the familiar house, the smell of burnt clutch heavy in the cabin of the vehicle. Melody didn't know how to drive a manual, let alone an old truck with a heavy gear shift and broken power steering. Thankfully it didn't matter. The truck just had to get her here. Looking all normal, and human and alone. If the truck had to stay behind because Melody had wrecked the transmission on the relatively short easy drive over, no harm done. Flint would carry her to Alec's pack lands and virtual sanctuary until they could arrange to get back to their own home.The home looked significantly worse than she was prepared for. The picket fence she had admired that first day hadn't been painted in a while when she had left, and hadn't been touched since. Many boards were missing or broken. Beverly must have hated it, she had been a realtor and she was good at it. At making homes look good enough that people wanted to live in the warm homey environments she created. Looks were often d
Josephine and the elite teams did exactly what they had set out to do. They had moved so efficiently that they had knocked out most of the command structure entirely before the hyenas had a chance to even sound an alarm to warn the others that their doom was coming.Any who did not actively fight, were given the choice to end their days there and now or move semi willingly to an enclave Josephine had been working on for far longer than Alexander had realized. To Josephine, Melody was just another target, one of far too many in a larger pattern. One that Josephine had been working to end on her own long before Melody had even been born.Alexander was in awe as Guillermo filled him in on the progress during a rather social seeming jog several weeks after the incident; which was all Alexander could bring himself to say about it all. Still working on it with his therapist. But things were going better. He was focusing on being a dad, and decided to take up carpentry. If he was going to li
Conrad Rosser doesn't feel well.The doorbell rings, and she jolts, cringing back into her pillow as the noise startles her.She releases a grunt, slowly hauling herself to her feet as she puts a hand to her head, trying to steady herself before she takes a step.As soon as she lifts her foot from the ground, her stomach churns, and she claps a hand over her mouth, hurrying to the basin in the corner of her bedroom.She vomits for what feels like forever, and she stares at the mess in disgust.She hasn't eaten in over twenty-four hours, yet her stomach can still manage to find something to expel.The doorbell rings again, and she releases a scream, snatching her fuzzy white blanket off her bed and wrapping it tightly around her shoulders.She closes her eyes for a second, shoving her feet into her fuzzy slippers as she walks towards the door.She opens the door reluctantly, and as soon as she steps outside her bedroom, the doorbell rings for the third time.An automatic scowl lands on
The room is entirely silent, and the tension in the room makes the hairs on her arms stand on end.It makes her skin crawl a little, and she glances around nervously, making firm eye contact with her Luna.It's going to be okay, she links her, silently letting her claws descend from her nails as she takes on a partial shift.Her Luna nods, her brow furrowed in worry as she holds her hands over her massive bump.Footsteps draw closer, and her Alpha and father finally make themselves known in the door frame.The man in the way makes her father look small, and Silas Rosser is a substantially well-built man.A bubble of laughter builds up in her chest as she notices this fact, and she manages to hold it in - mostly.A little giggle escapes her lips, and she claps a clawed hand over her mouth, making sure her claws don't come in contact with her face.Her father immediately turns to glare at her, but it's useless - the damage has been done.She gets the inappropriate giggling from her moth
"You have to come with me," he insists, and Conrad stares at him blankly."Is there some order from the Moon Goddess that I don't know about? A rule I wasn't informed about?" She asks, standing up from her desk angrily.She's a Beta by blood and by rank - she doesn't take being ordered around too kindly, even if it is by an Alpha.He isn't her Alpha, so technically, he has no control or right to tell her what to do."I can make you come to my pack, I don't care what way you get there," he shrugs, and she inhales through her nose sharply, sitting back into her seat."If you force me to return with you to your pack, I will reject you," she warns him, folding her hands together and staring at him evenly.We can't reject him; he's our mate, Jane whimpers, and Conrad grits her teeth.This is called being smart and playing our cards right. We can't just cancel our meetings because he's decided he wants me to start cooking his dinners tomorrow, Conrad hisses to her mournful wolf.But I don't
The uncomfortable weight of anxiety sits in Conrad's chest, and she clears her throat as she tugs at the collar of her t-shirt.She feels a bit like she's suffocating, and she has a feeling she might be literally suffocating soon. Charlotte's eyes are boring into her, and she swears that her friend can actually see her soul."You volunteered yourself?" Charlotte says slowly, clenching her fists on her knees as she stares at Conrad."Yeah. It isn't worth letting people get hurt," Conrad shrugs, gnawing on her lip nervously.In a matter of seconds, Charlotte has risen from her seat, and her fists are bouncing off Conrad's shoulder."What the fuck," she cries out, grabbing her fierce friend's hands."Conrad! You are our future Beta," Charlotte roars, shaking her friend aggressively.Conrad is a little irritated by this physical violence, so she quickly and calmly removes Charlotte from her personal space, shaking her head firmly."Yes. And as the future Beta, I know that our pack cannot
Her alarm goes off, and Conrad reluctantly sits up, her hand going to her head instantly as she massages her temples gently.She shouldn't have drunk as much as she did, and she knew this even as she was tucking herself into bed.At least we got all our makeup off, Jane shrugs, unusually awake for such an early hour.She deliberately set her alarm for seven in the morning - she didn't have to go anywhere till eleven, but she wanted to let Jane out for a run, because who knows when she could let her wolf out next. She definitely wouldn't be able to roam for a while once they get to Atlas' pack.She won't be marked until they can have a ceremony, and ceremonies for Alphas and their mates take preparation and planning. She can't run on his lands until she's marked, for fear his guards and warriors assume she's a rogue as she has a different scent to his pack.She slowly emerges from under her duvet, stretching her arms above her head and smiling in satisfaction when she hears all of her