The Awakening (Alora) Book PDF Free by L T Marshall

Jesus Christ, Lorey. I thought something was actually happening to you. Don’t do that to me! Stop Crying! The sharp alpha tone of dominance winds me and I instinctively obey. I choke, and then cough on a tear, that had been mid flow when he hit me with that crap. Instantly enraged as pain of…

He almost chastises me, as a paternal tone takes over and I try not to picture his face as his voice surrounds me. It already hurts enough to hear him; I don’t need a visual reminder on top of that. Then what if I’m cursed and this is how you know. Red’s the color of…

I remind him sullenly, that familiar pang I’ve been carrying for weeks comes back to nestle in my chest and my fear subsides, overpowered by my longtime companion and shadow. Heartbreak. Lorey…… It’s a soft, regretful whisper of my name, that tears my heart strings. He doesn’t get to finish whatever it is he’s going…

“I want nothing more right now than to unify our bond and mark you. Believe me when I tell you, that if I was anyone else’s son… you would already be bearing my mark and know what it is to have me inside of you. The union would be complete. I love you, Lorey, in…

He makes it only a few feet before he jumps a log, turns in mid-air, his clothes disintegrating into wispy pieces of fabric, left floating down to earth, so silently destroyed. That flash of midnight black wolf, so beautiful and strong, and a sight to behold. He’s gone at the speed of light. Leaving me…

I sigh heavily and go back to what I’m doing, folding clothes on my bed, wanting to have this done before lights out in a few minutes. There aren’t many house rules for the likes of us, but our guardians have a very strict lights out and locked doors rule as soon as the moon…

Red?? What the hell? They’re not red. They can’t be. No one has red, never in all the times, and notes, and books, and packs, and clans, and history, of our kind. I’ve never heard of it and it dawns on me, the elders have forgotten about Colton’s pointing it out that day. It was…

Then why bring me here for this? Why not tell me this back in my room and avoid this agony? It’s sent mentally, defying him on his stance of linking anymore, unable to say what I need verbally as I stagger away from him and break into a run. Knowing leaving is a knee jerk…

He’s in my head, creating dark unhealable holes in my heart and my entire being feels empty and lost without the other half of me to complete it. His kiss has ruined me in so many ways and I replay those moments until I scream in agony and try to push the taste and feel…

I reply desperately, unable to contain the surge of adrenalin that hearing him inside my head gives me. Just a tiny ounce of contact, restoring some of this desolate emptiness I’ve been feeling since that night. I’m in the pack house and we have to be discreet. Meet me in the west forest, deep down…