Chapter 106
Stronger
Simon POV
Another day to get through. Marcus made the stupid decision to go and see Annette in his current
state. Heâs way too impulsive to be an effective Alpha, he took one look at Annette and said that he had
to plunge us into the dark mess
weâre in.
He thought for himself and not the good of the pack as any sane ALha would do, but of course, thatâs
the keyword Sane, and Marcus most definitely was not. If a man were sane he would court a woman
with pretty words and beautiful gifts not locking her up and trying to in her soulmate.
I could only imagine what the goddess thought of him for trying to break apart a match sheâd built. She
probably crafted Grayson just for him, she also probably had a horrible fate in store for me as well. I
had too much of a hand in all of this. I was far too involved, my hands covered in the blood of Annetteâs
wolf, I was severing their bond with my silver acetate.
If she endured this for more than three months sheâd probably be stripped of her wolf for the rest of her
life. It worked the same way silver bullets did, wolves canât stand the touch of silver so they shy away
from it and when a werewolf is stuck with a bullet the wolf will step back from it leaving the werewolf
vulnerable. More than one bullet into your average wolf would put them down for good.
Your average wolf, according to the official reports Grayson had taken five rounds and still hadnât
shifted back taking outa dozen men before going to find his wife. Marcus wasnât just insane he was
downright masochistic taking on a demon wolf just to have a pretty wife and a little more land,
I put on my buttonâup and the same old black tie before I fixed my face into place and covered up my
guilt and agony.
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âSi!â My sister bound into our kitchen âToday were not doing any school work were just setting up for
the blood moon party!â She cheered, like many 13âyearâolds school work was the greatest of her
worries.
Our mother died when Ashely was three and our father passed in the war this past fall, he wasnât a
good father and to say life had been a little better for us when he passed was an understatement. He
ruled his household with an iron fist and to a pack that valued muscle and might a son who worked
better with pen and paper was disgraceful. Heâd told me so every day, and for Ash, she looked too
much like mom he wouldnât speak to her at all if she spoke to him she was met with a sour face and
angry scream reminding her girls are not supposed to speak unless allowed in this house.
Sheâd come out of her shell so much since he died and I was so grateful for that. I had very recently
been grateful for Marcus promoting intelligence in the pack and making me his new Delta, It gave
Ashley and me a good life and a bigger house. She now had respect and envy from her schoolmates
instead of snide remarks and harassment.
Then he took me and weaponized my mind forcing me to drug an innocent woman or else heâd kill
Ashley or worse. I did what I had to do I wouldnât let my sister suffer anymore i hadnât been able to
protect her from our foul father but 1 would protect her from Marcus and to be honest I didnât care if it
came at Annetteâs expense, sooner or later her husband would come for her and kill Marcus.
So I looked in the mirror daily swallowed what was left of my consciousness and went to work, seeing
Ashley bound down our steps with a bright smile on her face was an easy decision. What good was
morality when it cost you the people you loved anyway?
I sent her off to school to do absolutely nothing as she made paper crafts and sipped raspberry punch
all day as they made Red Moon garlands for the party tonight. Was I looking the other way at the
terrifying omen of a blood moon as we strayed further from the goddess, oh entirely.
No, if I wanted to get through the day without dying or having my sister ripped out of her classroom and
thrown in the cell next to Annette I had to ignore a lot of things. Like Annette for one. She would greet
me every morning and I would ignore the fact that I had to throw away the milk she was supposed to be
feeding her newborn child that was out there in the world.
I would catch her sometimes almost choking on the word baby and the way she would turn her head
every morning. refusing to look at me throw away her childâs food. She had forced herself to ignore it
too. Iâm sure if she did think of
son sheâd probably collapse on the spot. She seemed like sheâd be a good mother and a fierce
protector and that was a fact.
Sheâd gutted and cut up two of our strongest warriors in the blink of an eye the day we captured her I
had barely been able to make out the pieces. I may have thrown up too.
I threw away the breastmilk and she turned away and then Marcus came down for his daily round of
gloating or as he referred to it flirting. I rolled my eyes as he came up the bars.
âGood Morning Annette, how was your sleep?â He smirked.
Heâd had me put her to sleep after she pointed out his blatant status of the loser in this scenario one
round with her husband and he
he was minced meat.
âWonderful,â Annette almost sang back to him.
I put my clipboard in front of my face to hide my singer from him. I had to admit my alpha wasnât just
underestimating Grayson if I wasnât injecting her with silver every day she would have him carved up
like a lamb roast.
âItâs a blood moon tonight Annette, weâre celebrating. Iâd ask you to join me if I didnât know you;d try and
escape,â He offered her.
Annette came up to the bars again but didnât touch them today. âIf you were a smart man youâd take
that as a sign to surrender,â
âI will never my love,â he leaned in closer, it made me gag the way he fed into his delusion this was a
romance.
âWanna bet,â Annette then punched him through the bars and I had to choke back an outright laugh.
His nose started bleeding and I grabbed the needle and the guards held her as I entered the cage.
The entire time she was laughing like a mad woman as he cursed and marched out of the room. âSo
worth it,â she piggled as she slumped over from the drug.
I knew we were on the losing side, and I didnât enjoy doing this to her. I got no pleasure keeping her
from her newborn son, and when she went to sleep like that my skin crawled. The way she never gave
in to him made the part of my brain that hated myself vie for me to do something anything to help her,
but then I thought of Ashley and what would happen to my sister if I was caught.
âthen donât get caught.
I almost squeaked at myself. No, no I will get caught I am watched day in and day out there was no
way I wouldnât get caught. I couldnât pull that off not in the position I was in I had no doubt Marcus didnât
trust me and if I did anything out line Ashley would pay the price. No, I couldnât. I couldnâtâ¦