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a few pages about things happening in his youth. He spoke of his newborn brother. Lindsey read the discolored crisp pages.
He’s no brother of mine. I hate him.
He killed my mother. And yet father gave the babe his name, Chance, short for Chanceleur. Father should have given me that name. It wasn’t my fault I was born smaller than the others, being the only survivor of my litter. And now she bore Chance, another sole survivor and the biggest of his litter.
I will always hate him for killing Mother.
Their mother died in Chance’s childbirth. Lindsey’s breath caught. Smoke couldn’t possibly be writing about Chance, Olivia’s primal-mate. Lindsey scanned a few more pages. He noted a bully by name, Thyne, who picked on Smoke every day.
Today Thyne threw me high in the air and I landed in the upper branches of an oak tree. All the other pups laughed and fired acorns at me. I didn’t cry, but in that moment of being helpless, my eyes filled with water. Finally, they all walked away, following Thyne like he was an Alpha. I was the eldest son of the pack Alpha…they should be following me.
No one stayed.
I was too high in the tree. Every time I shifted my weight, the branch crackled. I froze in place, knowing eventually I would fall.
I remained up there for hours, thirsty, sweating, and needing to take a dump. Then Chance found me. Why him? I didn’t want his help, but I couldn’t get down on my own.
I hated him.
Why did everyone like him? He was Father’s favorite, so easy to see. Father allowed Chance into the Lycan council meetings already. Father never asked me, not once.
Chance killed Mother. How could Father even look at him?
Lindsey flipped into the middle pages, looking for something other than Smoke getting beat up by Thyne, or Smoke finding hiding places where he could hole-up for days at a time and not be missed. Chance always found him, and Smoke always mentioned how much he hated his brother for their mother’s death.
God, she couldn’t sympathize or empathize. He’d hurt Olivia, killed people, stole women, like herself, slaughtered Olivia’s dog, the goat herd, and burned her barn down.
His stature was shorter than the other Lycan, but his buffed-out physique, tattoos, and deformed face gave him the rugged appearance of a leader. And he certainly didn’t take any crap from anyone, but she never saw him physically fight anyone. He held his pack together with his reputation from the interactions she witnessed whenever he allowed her out of the cabin.
Lindsey sat on the edge of the bed wondering what kind of a man Smoke would have been had his mother not died in the birth of her second child. She also thought about Chance, if he was actually Smoke’s brother, and that brought Olivia to the forefront of Lindsey’s mind. She missed her so much, recalling her attraction to Olivia’s beautiful body. And Trevor; his rippling body stood naked before her mind’s eye, making her heart thunder and sending a rush of heat to her core. A tear spilled from her eye as she let the thought of Trevor drizzle away, like she had every moment of every day.
Lindsey knew she played the part well. Her acting classes paid off with the best performances of her life, but to what avail...she thought more than once of death as an easier fix.
What happened to the spit-fire strong woman she’d been before Smoke’s abuse? Now she had something else to lock away in her mind, knowledge of Smoke’s youth. His ability of reading her mind threw things into a whole different ballgame. She’d figure something out. Maybe it wouldn’t be so tough now that Smoke relaxed more around her.
A short rap on the door drew her attention. Panic seized her, tightening her chest. She’d heard nothing cross the wooden deck. No one ever came to their door unless an urgent matter arose for Smoke. She quickly slipped the journal beneath the mattress, knowing she’d find it again and read more. Another tap and a
He’s no brother of mine. I hate him.
He killed my mother. And yet father gave the babe his name, Chance, short for Chanceleur. Father should have given me that name. It wasn’t my fault I was born smaller than the others, being the only survivor of my litter. And now she bore Chance, another sole survivor and the biggest of his litter.
I will always hate him for killing Mother.
Their mother died in Chance’s childbirth. Lindsey’s breath caught. Smoke couldn’t possibly be writing about Chance, Olivia’s primal-mate. Lindsey scanned a few more pages. He noted a bully by name, Thyne, who picked on Smoke every day.
Today Thyne threw me high in the air and I landed in the upper branches of an oak tree. All the other pups laughed and fired acorns at me. I didn’t cry, but in that moment of being helpless, my eyes filled with water. Finally, they all walked away, following Thyne like he was an Alpha. I was the eldest son of the pack Alpha…they should be following me.
No one stayed.
I was too high in the tree. Every time I shifted my weight, the branch crackled. I froze in place, knowing eventually I would fall.
I remained up there for hours, thirsty, sweating, and needing to take a dump. Then Chance found me. Why him? I didn’t want his help, but I couldn’t get down on my own.
I hated him.
Why did everyone like him? He was Father’s favorite, so easy to see. Father allowed Chance into the Lycan council meetings already. Father never asked me, not once.
Chance killed Mother. How could Father even look at him?
Lindsey flipped into the middle pages, looking for something other than Smoke getting beat up by Thyne, or Smoke finding hiding places where he could hole-up for days at a time and not be missed. Chance always found him, and Smoke always mentioned how much he hated his brother for their mother’s death.
God, she couldn’t sympathize or empathize. He’d hurt Olivia, killed people, stole women, like herself, slaughtered Olivia’s dog, the goat herd, and burned her barn down.
His stature was shorter than the other Lycan, but his buffed-out physique, tattoos, and deformed face gave him the rugged appearance of a leader. And he certainly didn’t take any crap from anyone, but she never saw him physically fight anyone. He held his pack together with his reputation from the interactions she witnessed whenever he allowed her out of the cabin.
Lindsey sat on the edge of the bed wondering what kind of a man Smoke would have been had his mother not died in the birth of her second child. She also thought about Chance, if he was actually Smoke’s brother, and that brought Olivia to the forefront of Lindsey’s mind. She missed her so much, recalling her attraction to Olivia’s beautiful body. And Trevor; his rippling body stood naked before her mind’s eye, making her heart thunder and sending a rush of heat to her core. A tear spilled from her eye as she let the thought of Trevor drizzle away, like she had every moment of every day.
Lindsey knew she played the part well. Her acting classes paid off with the best performances of her life, but to what avail...she thought more than once of death as an easier fix.
What happened to the spit-fire strong woman she’d been before Smoke’s abuse? Now she had something else to lock away in her mind, knowledge of Smoke’s youth. His ability of reading her mind threw things into a whole different ballgame. She’d figure something out. Maybe it wouldn’t be so tough now that Smoke relaxed more around her.
A short rap on the door drew her attention. Panic seized her, tightening her chest. She’d heard nothing cross the wooden deck. No one ever came to their door unless an urgent matter arose for Smoke. She quickly slipped the journal beneath the mattress, knowing she’d find it again and read more. Another tap and a