Chapter 231
“The car bomb.” Her eyes go wide.
‘I announced our pregnancy p>
“Monica…where we were dancing right before. ”
‘Della’s mate is our traitor.” I sigh, picking up a journal to dig into now.
‘He doesn’t want you to have anything to love, because he can’t.” Ayla shakes her head, picking her journal back up.
“Damn it p>
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Omega Bound
My New Normal
Ayla
I’ve compiled a to–do list that seems to keep growing, but I am starting to feel like I am making progress, which is exciting considering there is so much to do to prepare for the arrival of our pup. Which I frequently put off thinking about because the new mother jitters are real.
Approve Hottie Hostel blueprints done
Come up with a name for the Hottie Hostel
Remind Cyrus how much extra Thane had to pay to have all the debris from the hole in the ground removed done
Find pickles over them
Paint pups‘ room colors picked out
Train with Raven done
Befriend Amani working on it
Make a blanket for the opossum done
Make a new non–pink sweater for the opossum done
Make Raven name the opossum
Learn to drive sad
Learn to cook more partial sad, call kitchens, get help
Discuss inward shielding with Thane maybe
Housewarming gifts x2
Read Monica’s book,? motorcycle helmet–forest sex
Find out a ‘ first ‘ of Thane’s and surprise him need help
Find traitor
Kill bad guys partially completed
Get Damon and Cyrus to love each other. need help
Research fates gifted wolves and find out potential giftings out there need help
I decided to throw a read a dead she–wolf’s journal‘ party to speed up the process of trying to find out who her mate was/is. She journaled one to two times a day for ten years.
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It is a lot of books.
However, only one of my extra helpers is reading, besides Thane and that would be Cyrus sitting on the floor, who is getting his curls more defined by his mate, who sits behind him on the sofa, who is getting her curls more defined my Amani who is sitting behind Raven on the back of the couch, who is
getting her braids taken out by her mate who is standing behind her.
Thane watches the hair train, probably contemplating how much his life has changed since we met. He went from a growly Alpha to having a home full of
new family members and a mate growing a pup.
He also seems like he wants to throw everyone out of the house. I have to wonder if he tended to isolate himself before his sister’s death, or his parents.
“Oh man, did you know she saved some of your hair?” Cyrus laughs aloud.
“I’m aware,” Thane responds stoically while opening a journal.
“Did you know she was a Peeping Tom?” Cyrus asks Thane.
“I know now.” Thane shudders in the recliner.
“She stole your goldfish.” Weird.
“Yes, I heard that. She was also jealous of you.” Thane informs Cyrus.
“Who isn’t?” Cyrus shrugs his shoulder as he turns the page in the journal he is reading; however, it is before Della’s mating bond snapping into place because he wants to ‘catch up,‘ which is code for ‘find things to use against Thane p>
“Me,” Damon answers Cyrus. Thane groans, and I cringe, knowing what is coming.
“You should be kissing my ass, or I won’t give you my blessing to mark my sister,” Cyrus growls.
‘I don’t need your blessing,” Damon growls back.
“Well, it might be nice. I mean, he is the only normal family I have.” Amani says sweetly. You can hear the eagerness in her tone. The urge to know her brother better. Exciting.
“HE IS NOT NORMAL,” Damon yells.
“Ew, I wouldn’t be with him if he were,” Raven interjects.
“Thanks, Fireball.” Cyrus tilted his head back to kiss his mate.
“No problem, sugar tits.” Raven pecks his lips before the rest of us say “Ew” in unison.
“Is it normal for us to argue so much?” I ask my newly created family, which is dysfunctional yet somehow manages to function.
‘We don’t do normal here, Cyrus says, and I nod my head in agreement. He’s right. Nothing has been normal.
“How about instead of arguing, we throw around thoughts on the traitor. See if we can decide to focus on.” Thane suggests.
“We could, but we won’t be able to truly know what we are lookin
head.
for until every book is read,” Damon responds, moving to the other side of his mate’s
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“Maybe we should divide them and do a book report,” I suggest.
“Do a report about Thane’s muscles glistening in the sun? I’ll pass. Cyrus flips another page, resting back against Raven while she continues to get her hair
worked on. Her wild and crazy curls have transformed into tight, wet ringlets.
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‘Her mate bond snapped into place at a football game. Probably her age then, roughly ours?” I ask, flipping my notebook to start a ‘Della Mate Conspiracy Page, but cross out ‘Della‘ and write ‘Darcy‘ just because I can.
The more I read, the angrier I get at her anyway.
“Could be, but her mate could be older or younger. The mate bond snaps into place at 18, but that does not mean her mate was p>
“Mine was later. Raven interrupts.
“ And a mistake.” Cyrus laughs.
“True that.” Raven shoves her hand down her shirt and pulls out a squirmy opossum.
“Here, your kid needs to go outside and eat.” Raven hands her furry baby to Cyrus, who scratches him behind the ear before getting up to take him outside.
“I cannot believe nobody’s wolf has eaten that thing yet,” Thane says as Cyrus passes by him.
‘You watch your filthy mouth.” Cyrus stops and points toward Thane.
I wonder if Thane always knew that his ‘adopted brother‘ would be his beta, or how that came about.
Better add finding out about that to my list.
And add finding out about Thane’s parents‘ full–time home. Where we live now was just their hidden lake cabin. Thane said they have a home within the pack somewhere, untouched.
I want to know.
“So we could look into people around our age, which doesn’t narrow it down,” I say as I write more on my to–do list. Thane made journals when he said all he could hear was me growling when I was reading them.
take a break from the
I didn’t even realize I was doing it.
within the
at the Is there a record where you could look up every male shift she is getting ready to turn on a blow dryer, that I didn’t even see her plug in.
time, remove the mated, and then divide who is left?” Raven suggests, as
“We could look at census records for that year p>
“What?” I squint like that will improve my hearing.
Amani is holding some spatula thing to Raven’s hair while Damon is picking out Amani’s braids with a pointy comb. Maybe I should do something to my hair?
I said we could…. I SAID WE COULD LOOK AT CENSUS RECORDS FOR THAT YEAR!” Thane yells over the sound of Raven’s blow dryer, pulling me out of my
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hair distraction. I feel like I am getting spacey. Forgetful and easily distracted.
‘GOOD IDEA. HOW DO WE DO THAT?” I yell back to Thane.
“WE JUST CALL THE TOWN HALL TOMORROW AND REQUEST THEM,” Thane yells back, growing more irritated by the look on his face.
“DO YOU THINK I SHOULD DO SOMETHING WITH MY HAIR?” I yell at Thane. I did get it cut when I moved here, but it is still quite long. Maybe I should
go shorter?
“ WHAT DO YOU MEAN? I LIKE YOUR HAIR.” Thane answers.
“YEAH, BUT DO YOU THINK I SHOULD DO SOMETHING WITH IT?” I yell back, holding my hair in my fingers and waving it at him.
“I FEEL LIKE THIS IS A TRAP, Thane yells. Trap?
“WHERE’S JULIO’S BOTTLE?” Cyrus yells from the front door.
“IN THE FRIDGE,” Raven yells at Cyrus.
“WAIT, AM I AN AUNT?” Amani says with a surprised tone.
“IT’S A DAMN OPOSSUM,” Damon yells.
“DON’T YELL ABOUT MY BABY.” Cyrus threatens Damon.
“I’M KILLING EVERYBODY,” Thane yells at them while I just laugh to myself.
I am pretty happy with this family.
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I must say, I’m pretty happy with this family too!
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09:59 Wed, Jan 14 do.
Omega Bound
Broken Promises
Raven
The idea of going through census sheets by hand in the musty part of the library was unappealing, but the ability to act out another scene from Monica’s
book makes it bearable.
“Just put it in there, I demand, pants around my knees as I lean over the table in the back of the library, hovering over my mate’s dick, blowing dust off
folders.
And then what?” he asks as I groan when he slides himself in, pulling me back slowly.
“And then nothing. You just leave it.” I lean across the table and pull open my first stack of census files.
“ What if it starts to slide out?‘ I feel him twitch within me. It feels so good.
“Then you just wiggle a little and it will harden up again p>
“Don’t move, Cyrus growls.
“I won’t,” I whisper.
“ You’re moving,” Cyrus says low in my ear.
“I’m not.” Lie, I did slightly slant my pelvis. “You leaned forward,” I growl.
“I did.” Cyrus laughs.
‘On page 20 of my book number 3, Della stated she was infuriated because her rejected mate confronted her, and again it was at a sporting event.” I ponder,
chewing on a pen.
‘I love it when you talk nerd to me. ” Cyrus groans. “She would have been at all of them; she never stayed home. Amazingly, she found time to stalk Thane and steal his toenails,” Cyrus says as he rubs my back, sitting still beneath me.
“Allegedly”
“ Allegedly,” Cyrus repeats.
There isn’t a single entry about him yet at her school. I would think she would have seen him in a hallway and would have written about it if they were the same age. I think he is older. ” My instincts are fairly good, minus the rejected mate bond/situation. That slapped me in the face out of nowhere.
I need to plot my revenge.
Revenge tour.
“You twitched, Fireball p>
“I did not.
“ So older than us. That narrows the census down quite a bit. Cyrus moves within me, causing me to chew on my pen harder.
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“You still have to go through it one sheet at a time and make a note
behind on digitizing, apparently.
of
the
age,
rumble, looking at all the piles of files. The Records office is
‘Do we leave out mated shifters? Her mate could have
had a
mate.
“I can’t remember the last time I heard of somebody taking a cho
down my neck.
mate,
is highly frowned
upon p>
mate’s hands slide down to my hips as he kisses
Hours pass as I narrow down the pile of files to go through based
whatever we were doing.
on
ages. My eyes bu
as
stood from i
my
mate’s lap, stiff in the hips from our hours long
Soaking
“That was torture, Fireball p>
“Agreed.” I kiss Cyrus, putting myself back together as he puts himself aw
and I head down the hall with my stack of files, leaving Cyrus on journal duty.
I put the folders inside yet another new vehicle, as Cyrus drives us back to the pack house. Cyrus Jr. sleeps in a shoebox bed in the backseat, covered with a black knitted blanket because Cyrus says he can’t have pink anymore.
“I’m going to meet Thane in the war room. You take the car, boo boo.” Cyrus says as he pulls into the packhouse parking lot. He puts the car in park and sucks my face off before climbing out so I can get behind the wheel.
“We’d better finish this soaking later.” I grab his groin firmly, causing him to groan.
“Keep it up, and I will stay in there all night,” Cyrus growls lowly, causing me to shiver.
“Promises, promises,” I lean up and kiss him before climbing in the car and pulling out of the lot.
I drive on the highway out of town toward Ayla’s and pass a dark–colored sedan with heavily tinted windows. The vehicle appears familiar.
As I drove deeper into the forest, the tall trees looming on either side, I couldn’t shake the unsettling feeling that something was off. In my rearview mirror, I caught a glimpse of the dark–colored sedan again, its heavily tinted windows reflecting nothing but shadows.
Just as I rounded a sharp bend, the car abruptly turned around, its headlights cutting through the dimness as it began to follow me. My heart raced, and I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, glancing nervously from the road to the mirror, watching as it closed the distance.
I drive past Ayla’s turn off and speed up around the S curves of the highway when the car comes up on my bumper, tapping me and causing my car to veer off the road. Gravel crunches under my tires as I try to control the rear end of my car.
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1 correct as I take the second curve, speeding up into it. The sedan takes the opposite lane and hammers its pedal to the floor, lurching forward in speed and coming up to the door of my car.
The highway straightens out as the sedan veers hard into my side, pushing my back end off the highway again. I overcorrect and slam my driver’s side into the sedan when I make it back onto the highway.
The chase continues down the highway as I ram my car into the sedan, before veering back into my lane. I realized in the adrenaline rush of the car chase that I forgot to mind–link my mate.
A mistake that could prove fatal.
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A guard rail over a bridge proves to be the perfect opportunity for the sedan to ram my side again, the crunch of metal is loud as my car smashes into the guard rail and screeches down the length of it as we both continue to drive.
The car comes to the end of the rail and catches on the flood caution sign, causing my car to whip to the right. My rear end spins 180 degrees as I slam sideways into the earth below. I roll side over side down the embankment.
I scream for my fur baby as my eats start to ring, and my vision becomes blurry. I am nauseous from the amount of times my head whips around. The car eventually comes to a rest upside down.
I hang from my seat, blood rushing to my head. My pulse pounds in my temples as warm blood trickles down my arms onto the ceiling of the car. I groan as I search around for my seat belt and click the button, falling to the roof of the bar below, landing hardly on my wrists. I hiss in pain and try to turn around, digging around the census papers for my tail tumbler.
All the papers we need will be scattered throughout the countryside.
Damn it.
Unbelievably, the car is still running, which also makes me nervous. I kick the shattered drivers side window repeatedly until I can push through the web of glass and crawl through it to the outside.
I growl in anger as I slide across the broken glass, feeling it dig into my palms.
Whoever is responsible for this will pay.
And I can’t find my fur baby.
I stand and become extremely lightheaded as a figure comes down the embankment toward me.
My vision blurs again as my rejected mate comes into view. I sway on my feet, blood running over my lip.
“ Cyrus …” I mind–link as everything goes black.
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