Straying Echo: Fighting to Escape an Obsessed Alpha

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hute, swiping away the sweat that was dripping from my brow. Wasting no time, I

ing up the stairs. Embry is the Alpha’s mate, making her the pack’s Luna, and she is the sister of the pack’s current Beta. She was a gor

e hall and out of sight. Embry narrowed her eyes at me, flipping her long blonde hair over her shoulder and n

w that with Embry, silence is usually better than answering her. But looking down like

ied to blink away the blurriness from my vision, focusing on making the room stop spinning. It has b

allow my strength to falter now. She pouted for a moment, and I knew she’d been hoping for a little more resistance from me. Sigh

past. A pained hiss flew from my lips as I clutched my hand to my chest, asse

rst being that an unshifted werewolf does not heal as quickly as a werewolf who can shift, as their wolf isn’t as strong befor

physical condition. If I were to put it bluntly, I have simply suffered too many injuries

knew I needed to keep moving, so I took several steadying breaks before I head

om of the stairs to the kitchen door once I was sure it was empty. I stop only to peer through

and pulled my well-worn finger splint from the top. I tuck the little kit into my b

I grab and pull it straight with a grunt. Then I splint it with an effi

of whom live in the twelve-plus rooms in the pack house. There are also a handful of wolves that own their own houses on pack land who also com

up almost two-thirds of the third floor. The other third being beta quarters,

pping on all three floors, dusting, and other general household chores. The responsibi

and dinners, and set out and put away the grab-and-go lunches. That and washing, drying, and folding all the laundry f

ork. I get to work filling the massive pot with pound after pound of beef, potatoes, carrots

il later, and only if I was permitted. This evening, however, the delicious smell of dinner cooking was a genuine test of my self-co

here as I cooked meals. It wasn’t worth it though, as Embry and the future Alpha would a

tipping them onto the cooling rack. Once the buns are cool, I fill the bread baskets and top

o be set up before I returned to the kitchen, where I washed the dishes from cooking dinner, wiped the counters, and monitored the

, I was dragging my feet heavily. I’d hoped that fresh buns and a hearty thick stew would pu

iple pack members had worked together to toss what little food was left straight into the trash. They had w

thing was perfect before I headed to the basement door in the corner. There is anothe

e side of the basement. Tucking my med kit away after using the toilet, I quickly switched over l