His Achilles Heel

'It's never about me though, is it Connor? I try and try and give all that I have, all that I am but it's never enough, I'm never enough...'Aimee Banks could feel her heart bleed as she watched his face. He couldn't look at her, instead, Connor stared out at the valley below them, his hands shoved in the back pockets of his jeans, a muscle ticking in his well-defined jaw as he stood there waiting for Aimee to let it all out.

The jukebox seemed to stop the moment Aimee entered the bar, several heads turned towards the door and she could hear some poorly covered gasps, yes ladies and gents, the wild child has returned she thought to herself, proudly raising her head and looking at each member daring to stare at her directly in the eyes.Her presence crackled with violence and confidence as she sauntered up to the bar, raising an eyebrow at the rotter sitting on her barstool; the middle-aged woman quickly vacated her seat, clearly not willing to get into things with

They all stood in a line, like cattle waiting to be inspected and Connor felt bile rise in his throat.Ten young women, hand picked by his mother and father according to their respective bloodlines, each of them raised in preparation to fulfill the duties of a Luna, and Connor could barely stand to look at any of them.The day was drawing to an end, and the Alpha's residence was filled with outside pack representitives, all hoping to form an alliance through the union of marriage.Tonight was his fucking engagement party for Goddess sakes and Connor had never felt more alone in his life; any minute his father would call

The sound of grown men barking was enough to frighten the most seasoned fighter.Dust being kicked around leaned a hazy look to the ring and someone had decided to put the loudspeaker on, blaring 'Roxanne' at full tit.Brax grimaced at the fact that he could probably sing the whole song by now since the old Police cd had had pride of place in the dilapidated stereo for a good ten years at least.He stood off to the side, as was his custom, assessing the area, picking up on the different smells that told him who was scared, excited, angry, or even sexually frustrated, this was the hardest thing about being a wolf living a

Her name had been called out and there was nothing she could do about that now.Of the three names Connor had called, Phoenix was the lowest in blood rank; the second daughter of the Howling Moon packs Beta family, she was barely a Beta, her Mom was an even lower ranked Omega working in the kitchens; not that Dad ever treated Mom like anything less than royalty, he made it clear that Rosemarie Grimmer was his everything, which was the kind of bond Phoenix wanted for herself one day.She was almost twenty-six now and most of her peers had mated and settled down, some even had pups or were proudly expecting, but her job as one of the packs trackers had kept her away most of the time, and she was never in a position