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Authors: P. Jameson
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Fantasy, series, Werewolves, Werewolves & Shifters, Erotic Romance Fiction, werewolf romance
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“You will leave, or I’ll have the guards haul you out of camp faster than you can say—“
“What guards?” he snapped. “I could take any of them.”
Her eyes widened. “Then I’ll do it myself.”
Lexar stalked forward, falling to his knees at her feet. The words rushed out before he could consider the consequences. “I renounce my position as a Ravendale guard and pledge my allegiance to you, Avan, alpha of the Ozarka wolves, effective immediately.” He looked up, into eyes peeled wide with shock. “I’m not fucking going anywhere.”
Chapter Eight
Avan felt like every ounce of air had been knocked from her lungs. This was bad. It was shit upon shit upon shit with a shit cherry on top.
The tears were coming, and they were coming fast. She had to get out of here.
Spinning, she practically ran to the bathroom, ignoring the pain from her wounds. She was tired. Tired of hurting, of fighting, of worrying, and wondering. She was tired of feeling so damn good when Lexar was around, but then knowing that this relationship was bad for them both. And that it was going to come to a screeching halt at some point.
If she controlled when—and when was right now—then it would hurt less. That’s what she’d told herself.
But now, this. His pledge.
Fuck.
She turned the shower faucet so hard it nearly broke, but it responded with hot water so… mission accomplished. Stepping under the spray, she flinched as the heat hit her wounds. Let it burn. She needed the distraction.
Cael was going to be furious. How was she going to explain stealing his best wolf? Maybe he’d fight her for him and force Lexar back to Ravendale. It’s what Jax would’ve done.
But then the part of her that wanted Lexar to remain in her life was doing a happy dance that consisted of an obscene version of the Macarena.
He’d committed to her. Not the pack. Her . It wasn’t something he could get out of easily. He’d have to fight his way out, and survive. And maybe he could do that, if it ever came to that point, but it definitely wasn’t something he’d take lightly.
Avan washed off the remnants of battle. When she stepped out of the shower, she was still in shock. But at least she was clean.
Rubbing the fog off the mirror, she examined her reflection. There were bruises forming, and cuts. Raw spots. Swelling. Nothing too major. But what troubled her was her eyes. They looked softer. She couldn’t afford to be soft.
She slammed her palm on the counter. Damn. She was going to have to admit that things were changing with her. With the pack. With the entire fucking world. And she wasn’t actually in control of any of it. Which blew balls on a hot summer day.
A good alpha rolls with the punches… and throws a few of their own. But they sure as hell don’t cower in their bathroom because times are a-changing. She’d have to find a way to make this work.
Wrapping a towel around her body, she went to her room. She was only a little surprised Lexar wasn’t there. She dressed and went to look for him in the living room. But he wasn’t there either. Instead she found her sister, pacing the small area of the kitchen.
“Where’s Lexar?”
Seleka stopped. She chewed her thumbnail, but pulled her hand away long enough to answer. “He left. But he was adamant that he’d be back tonight. Wanted to make sure you knew that.”
Avan let out the breath she’d been holding. Okay. He was gone. Would he really be back? She wasn’t sure.
She stared at her sister. The female looked nervous enough to finish off her own nails and then start on Avan’s.
“Sel, what’s wrong?”
She shook her head, reaching down to straighten her sweater. “Nothing. I’m just… all the upheaval in the camp is wearing on me.” Her voice shook. Avan had never seen her sister quite this shaken. Fights had been the norm for the past three months, and Seleka held it together fine.
“The fighting will be over soon, sis. But there are always going to
“What guards?” he snapped. “I could take any of them.”
Her eyes widened. “Then I’ll do it myself.”
Lexar stalked forward, falling to his knees at her feet. The words rushed out before he could consider the consequences. “I renounce my position as a Ravendale guard and pledge my allegiance to you, Avan, alpha of the Ozarka wolves, effective immediately.” He looked up, into eyes peeled wide with shock. “I’m not fucking going anywhere.”
Chapter Eight
Avan felt like every ounce of air had been knocked from her lungs. This was bad. It was shit upon shit upon shit with a shit cherry on top.
The tears were coming, and they were coming fast. She had to get out of here.
Spinning, she practically ran to the bathroom, ignoring the pain from her wounds. She was tired. Tired of hurting, of fighting, of worrying, and wondering. She was tired of feeling so damn good when Lexar was around, but then knowing that this relationship was bad for them both. And that it was going to come to a screeching halt at some point.
If she controlled when—and when was right now—then it would hurt less. That’s what she’d told herself.
But now, this. His pledge.
Fuck.
She turned the shower faucet so hard it nearly broke, but it responded with hot water so… mission accomplished. Stepping under the spray, she flinched as the heat hit her wounds. Let it burn. She needed the distraction.
Cael was going to be furious. How was she going to explain stealing his best wolf? Maybe he’d fight her for him and force Lexar back to Ravendale. It’s what Jax would’ve done.
But then the part of her that wanted Lexar to remain in her life was doing a happy dance that consisted of an obscene version of the Macarena.
He’d committed to her. Not the pack. Her . It wasn’t something he could get out of easily. He’d have to fight his way out, and survive. And maybe he could do that, if it ever came to that point, but it definitely wasn’t something he’d take lightly.
Avan washed off the remnants of battle. When she stepped out of the shower, she was still in shock. But at least she was clean.
Rubbing the fog off the mirror, she examined her reflection. There were bruises forming, and cuts. Raw spots. Swelling. Nothing too major. But what troubled her was her eyes. They looked softer. She couldn’t afford to be soft.
She slammed her palm on the counter. Damn. She was going to have to admit that things were changing with her. With the pack. With the entire fucking world. And she wasn’t actually in control of any of it. Which blew balls on a hot summer day.
A good alpha rolls with the punches… and throws a few of their own. But they sure as hell don’t cower in their bathroom because times are a-changing. She’d have to find a way to make this work.
Wrapping a towel around her body, she went to her room. She was only a little surprised Lexar wasn’t there. She dressed and went to look for him in the living room. But he wasn’t there either. Instead she found her sister, pacing the small area of the kitchen.
“Where’s Lexar?”
Seleka stopped. She chewed her thumbnail, but pulled her hand away long enough to answer. “He left. But he was adamant that he’d be back tonight. Wanted to make sure you knew that.”
Avan let out the breath she’d been holding. Okay. He was gone. Would he really be back? She wasn’t sure.
She stared at her sister. The female looked nervous enough to finish off her own nails and then start on Avan’s.
“Sel, what’s wrong?”
She shook her head, reaching down to straighten her sweater. “Nothing. I’m just… all the upheaval in the camp is wearing on me.” Her voice shook. Avan had never seen her sister quite this shaken. Fights had been the norm for the past three months, and Seleka held it together fine.
“The fighting will be over soon, sis. But there are always going to
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