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Hunter practically growls as he turns away from me with the IPA in hand. “Don’t bother.” Downing the beer in one chug, he slams the bottle down and stalks off to the couch, and flops down. The sudden change in his demeanor knocks me for a loop, and dread fills the pit of my stomach.

Our daughter wails as if sensing her father’s arrival. “Shut that damn thing up before I make it shut up.” His statement and harsh tone make me jump and press myself against the wall.

“She’s not a thing. She’s our daughter!” I yell through the tears as I run down the hallway. Reaching my daughter’s room, I pick her up quickly and press her to my breast, getting her to latch on and nurse. My gaze drifts to the bag that sits at the edge of my daughter’s closet. It’s the go bag I had set up just in case we needed to leave in a hurry. Just like the car parked down the road in my neighbor’s yard that he bought for me to use to leave. Carl knows my fiancé’s temper, and it is practically legendary in the area.

I feel better with an escape plan and even a backup plan to that plan. Staring down at my daughter, I know I would do anything to provide her a safe future. My hand slides down my body to my phone in my pocket. I want to call my grandmother even just to hear her voice and know my lifeline was right there.

My thoughts drift to the picture I found the other day of myself and the two boys. Both are older than me, one blonde, the other with I think black hair. I wonder if they are still in Moon Creek or if they had moved on and moved away like I had. Thoughts spiraled to the dreams I keep having, and I wonder if it was just a delusion I used to accept being moved so abruptly as a child. Staring at my daughter, I ponder what I had done to deserve the fate that I have. Hunter suggested having a baby would strengthen our bond, but it did the opposite to ours. My daughter destroyed what was left of the relationship. To be honest, it was Hunter not getting the son he wanted is what destroyed us.

The click of the front door catches my attention, and I cautiously pad through the house to investigate. Hunter has left in the middle of the night yet again. Not shocked by what has become his new normal behavior. Come home, complain, then leave again. One big point of contention between us is that I am still breastfeeding our daughter. Hunter pushed hard to want to try for a son. But the way he dismisses his daughter, I know that would be a huge mistake and not one that I would make again.

Glancing out the front window, I notice Hunters squad car is gone. Digging into my pocket, I pull out my phone and check the notifications. Several emails came in over the last hour. One email in particular catches my attention: the publishing company had gotten back to me. They were picking up my five book series about a long-lost Lycan princess hell bent on taking back her mother’s castle and her place in the world.

The deal they are offering me is substantial, and it’s more than enough for me to start my life over. Forwarding the email to my grandmother, showing her that my efforts were finally paying off. The second email is from my grandmother telling me that the cabin in the woods is done being renovated. Excitement bubbles up in my chest as I realize that my freedom was on the horizon.

I quickly delete my grandmother’s email just like I had done with all the ones before. I clear the cache making sure there was no trail to be followed. Laying my sleeping daughter back down, I tuck her in and kiss her cheek. Moving toward the closet, I check over the bag I had stashed for her. Plenty of clothing that fit her and easily several days’ worth of diapers for her, just in case I couldn’t get to the store. A little over two thousand dollars sits in the bottom of the bag so I can easily leave behind my bank card. After all being engaged to a deputy, he has the resources to track my credit and debit card.

Once I’m sure everything is set, I head to my cot in my daughter’s room and lay down surfing the web. Researching some of the other towns two states over from where I’m actually going is vitally important. My search history will be enough to throw him off by several hundred miles. My new phone my grandmother had sent me is sitting charged in the bottom of my daughter’s bag, ready to go once we leave.

Yawning softly, I rub my eyes, trying to stay awake. Eventually, I lose the battle and succumb to sleep. My dreams taking me back to the night with the older boys and dreams of wolves.

Chapter 4

Barrett

Believer - Imagine Dragons

Two Weeks Later…

Day in and day out, I’ve been painting a nursery and various rooms in the old man Michael’s hunting cabin on the edge of pack lands. Elinor had reached out to my family to have the cabin updated for her granddaughter and great granddaughter to move in. My heart races in my chest, thinking that little Gracie Michaels would be back in our woods again.

Ever since looking in the pond, that fateful night, no female has held a candle to her. She was five years younger than me and six years younger than Conrad. We knew that day what and who she was to us. How important this little girl would be to us in the future. Unfortunately for us, she became terrified by whatever the pond had showed her.

Why did she become frightened when she saw us and our wolves?

Then I remember she’s human. Humans don’t feel the pull of the mate bond like we do. It’s going to be an adjustment for her, no matter what happens. It’s going to take time and patience to get her to accept our dualities.I can only hope taking it slow with her will help her accept all of us.

Conrad had told his brothers about what we had seen and they didn’t believe him. Until their eighteenth birthdays and there was no mate or mates waiting for them. Every year since, we go to the summer solstice hunt, hoping to find our mates. To prevent themselves from going insane, they took me as their bonded Omega. Trust me, it’s no hardship having three incredibly hot alphas fucking me nightly. The subtle pull to the female that had been taken from us cannot be denied. I can only hope with her return that things will fall into place like they should have.

“Barrett!” The rough baritone voice of Griffin echoes through the log cabin, electrifying every cell in my body, making me hard in an instant.

“I’m back here!” calling out to him. I would move, but I am up on the top of a ladder, painting a mural of the forest on the ceiling for Gracie’s baby.

“Are you done yet?” Griffin stands at the foot of the ladder, staring up. His gaze is nothing short of hungry.

“Soon handsome. A few more touches and I’ll be finished. Elinor sounded hurried and scared for Gracie.” Slapping a hand over my mouth, I realized I uttered the one name they forbid me to speak.

Gold burns in Griffin’s eyes as he curls his lips, snarling at me. His canines descend and he bares them at me in anger. “The Gracie?” I can’t tell if he’s pissed or curious. Perhaps it’s the possessive streak of his wolf causing the reaction.

Slipping down the ladder between him and the aluminum rungs, I sit myself so my head is even with his crotch. The quickest way to settle Griffin is to swallow his cock as deeply as possible. “Yes.” My breathy tone catches me off guard as my cock pulses in my pants in time with my heartbeat.

Deftly, my fingers unbutton and unzip Griffin’s jeans, freeing his impressive length from its denim prison. “Why?” His voice is strained as his glowing eyes remain locked on my tongue, swirling around the tip of his dick. His hands thread through my hair, taking a firm grip holding me in place.

“Her baby’s father is abusive. She needs sanctuary here in her grandfather’s cabin.” My tongue sticks out and flicks up the seam and laps at the sweet pre-cum that’s escaping his length.

Thrusting his hips forward, snapping them in short quick thrusts, he fucks my mouth with reckless abandon. My hands grip at the thick muscles of his thighs. His thrusts shutter as I watch his head tilt back. I can see the pulsing of his veins in his throat as I can hear his heart pounding in his chest. His knot bangs against my lips and drags me out of my inner thoughts.

Reaching up, I grip his knot tightly, squeezing it mercilessly until he roars his release as jets of his seed shoot down my throat. His movements cease and I slowly move along his length, sucking him hard, milking him for all he’s worth. Slowly, I release his knot and lick him from root to tip, making sure my Alpha is taken care of properly.

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