Angel Blackwood(34)

“He found one of my thin leather belts, ripped my clothes off and whipped me. Then he continued to tell me that if I left him, he’d find everyone I loved and kill them. I felt like I had no other option but to stick with him, distancing myself from everyone. That night I saw the monster he really was, and tonight? I think I saw a little of that monster lurking in Talon too.” He doesn’t say anything but brings my hand to both of his and holds it.

“Can I see?” He whispers wearily.

I nod then turn and pull my hair to rest over my one shoulder. He gently lifts my shirt, and with feather light fingers he gently touches over a few of the pink scars. “I promise you, if I ever find this Drake,” he spits. “I will make him suffer for all the pain he’s put you through.”

“You and me both,” Nixon snarls from the other end of the dock.





I place my hand on my chest as I try to catch my breath. “Nixon, you scared the living shit outta me!”

He walks up and kneels down next to me cupping my jaw. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I should have. I’m sorry. You two are the only ones that know about what happened that night. Well, you know some of it,” I stammer.

“No, I saw the images too… I saw everything. I felt your sorrow all the way from the clearing of the woods.” Nixon grumbles.

“Yeah, I saw it too.” Axel lifts his palms up. “It was before the pinkie promise okay?”

“Well, I don’t want anyone else to know, so let’s just keep it between us.” I look back at the lake as Nixon gets comfortable to my left, leaning his feet over the edge too.

“I know our healing is pretty good and usually scars remain only lightly on the skin but…your scars are deep and they still have that pinkish tone? Judging by that bandage around your wrist, I’m assuming the Alpha’s bite hasn’t healed either, has it?” Axel asks sceptically.

I look at Nixon and he shakes his head and his eyes widen a little.

“What aren’t you two telling me?” Axel asks again.

“Don’t tell him, it’s risky. It will put him in danger too, remember that.” Nixon’s voice rings in my head.

“Don’t tell me what?” Axel says.

“I thought you weren’t going to try and get in my head!” I smack his arm.

“I wasn’t in yours! I was in his!” He nods to Nixon.

“Tell me, you know after the whole life threating rejection you saved me from, you’re stuck with me. We’re going to be besties for life. I swear it,” he says dramatically. I start laughing shaking my head. Such an idiot.

I feel Nixon’s silent laughter next to me as his shoulders move against mine.

“Just tell the fool. It’s his life at risk anyway,” Nixon says, through louder laughter as Axel’s deep chuckles join in.

“I’m a hybrid... sorta,” I say softly, waiting to see his expression.

His laughter stops and Nixon’s laughter becomes louder. Axel starts coughing then stutters, “W… what do you m…mean h… hybrid?”

“I’m half human, half wolf, Axel.”

“W… What? H…How? That’s not even possible.”

He looks back and forth between Nixon and I. “Are you two fucking with me?”

Now it’s my turn to laugh as I raise my pinkie to him.

“You’re serious?” He asks wide eyed. I nod.

“Damn, that’s some crazy shit,” he says, running his hand through his hair.

“You can’t mention this to anyone, man. She could be in danger if this is leaked to the wrong person,” Nixon says, leaning forward to look at him.

“Yeah of course. No one will know. Promise.” He points his pinkie at me and I tangle it with mine then cross my other pinkie with Nixon’s then we kiss each hand, fixing the promise.





The guys walk me up to my room, and luckily enough the house is silent again. The twins’ door is shut and I can’t hear anything coming from inside. I shut my door and immediately climb into bed, turning onto my side facing the window. I put a pillow behind me and cuddle the one in front of me. I sigh in contentment as I’m finally able to get comfortable and fall into a blissful sleep.





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The hair covering my face is being removed and tucked behind my ear. I make sure to keep the wall that keeps my connection open locked up tight. The blanket is slowly pulled from over my body, the cool air causing goosebumps over my skin. I keep as calm as possible when I feel rough hands lifting my shirt. He raises it just so that my breasts stay covered, but my hips, waist and lower stomach are displayed. I hear the bed creak and the mattress sink as he leans over me. I don’t dare open my eyes, afraid it’s a dream, that if I open them he’ll be gone. His hand gently touches the bruised area a few times then I feel his lips on the sensitive skin. He kisses me three more times all over the bruises he gave me, intensifying the goose bumps down my spine and arms. He gentle tugs my shirt down and pulls the blanket up till its tucked under my chin. He leans over me again, softly rubbing his thumb down the middle of my forehead to the tip of my nose; he does this a few times before brushing his thumb against my left cheek bone. His scent is intoxicating, the need to pull him into me and nuzzle his neck is strong. I don’t want the dream to end or for that to scare him away so I continue to lay there motionless. I feel his nose as he rubs it against mine lightly and then he rubs his cheek against mine. Something light and wet touches the crease of my lips; I taste salty liquid seeping through my lips and onto my tongue.