Stronger by Ang Chris

Chapter 106

Simon POV

Another day to get through. Marcus made the stupid decision to go and see Annette in his current state. He’s 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

we’re in.

He thought for himself and not the good of the pack as any sane ALha would do, but of course, that’s 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 she’d 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 Annette’s wolf, I was severing their bond with my silver acetate.

If she endured this for more than three months she’d probably be stripped of her wolf for the rest of her life. It worked the same way silver bullets did, wolves can’t 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 hadn’t shifted back taking outa dozen men before going to find his wife. Marcus wasn’t 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 button–up and the same old black tie before I fixed my face into place and covered up my guilt and agony.

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“Today were not doing any school work were just setting up for the blood moon party!”

in the war this past fall, he wasn’t 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. He’d told me so every day, and for Ash, she looked too much like mom he wouldn’t speak to her at all if she spoke to him she was met with a sour face and angry scream reminding

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

he took me and weaponized my mind forcing me to drug an innocent woman or else he’d kill Ashley or worse. I did what I had to do I wouldn’t let my sister suffer anymore i hadn’t been able to protect her from our foul father but 1 would protect her from

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

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Chapter 106

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

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 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

like she’d be a good

blink of an eye the day we captured her I had barely been able to make out the

she turned away and then Marcus came down for his daily round of gloating or as he

how was

his blatant status

was minced meat.

almost sang back to him.