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&quot;Mate!&quot; I looked up at her and my mouth fell open to the floor.<br /> Gone was the chubby girl with the unruly curls and freckled face of my dreams. Stood before me was a Goddess. Her long legs seemed to stretch forever, her skin golden and smooth.<br /> She was strong, lean, and muscled. Utter destruction, yet devastatingly gorgeous. Her lips curled back over her teeth in a snide smile as she looked down her nose at me.<br /> &quot;Hello, Duke&quot; she breathed, her voice husky and seductive. &quot;Did you miss me? And regret rejecting me five years ago?&quot;<br /> ————————<br /> Grace&#039;s POV<br /> Paul, I’ve told you a million times, I’m not ready yet!” I exhaled with visible impatience<br /> “I don’t understand the wait!” He snapped back, his nostrils flaring in anger. “We both know that this is what we want - you haven’t changed your mind... have you?” he asked after a moment’s hesitation.<br /> I flinched as the face that haunted my dreams flashed behind my eyes for a moment, shocking me to the very core of my being that he still had this effect on me. It was one thing to come to me at night when I had no thought or control over the visions that took place but during the day? I couldn’t let him keep this level of control over me! His voice boomed around my head, as I knew it would. The voice always followed his beautiful image. He had been beckoning me for days.<br /> “Of course, I’ve not changed my mind, I just need some more time. I haven’t even told my dad about us...”<br /> Paul interrupted me with a scoff, “please!” he spat as he rolled his eyes at me. “You haven’t spoken to your dad in 5 years, don’t bring him into it! You didn’t even attend your mother’s funeral, they’re not important to you”<br /> My wolf growled out a firm warning, reminding him without words who was the more dominant wolf here as well as his status in my life. Now was not the time to push me.<br /> “My life is complicated, Paul! My parents and I... Look, ” I muttered, my voice becoming firmer. “I won’t be pushed on this. I said I’m not ready, and that was the end of it. If you’re not willing to wait, that’s fine, you know where the door is, but don’t you dare stand there and deliver orders to me as though I’m your bimbo.”<br /> “Grace...” Paul extended his arms to me, looking suddenly apologetic as he realized my infamous anger was close to bubbling over.<br /> I shrugged his hands away before he could make contact with me. “No. You don’t get to turn on the puppy eyes and say you’re sorry and that you’ll wait for me. I’ve heard it all before.” I closed my eyes against the voice in my mind that was growing louder and more demanding: It&#039;s time, Grace. You need to come home. I won’t tell you again. Remember who your Alpha is. Remember what you did, Grace. You owe them.<br /> Did I owe them? The nerve of him! I owed nobody in the NightWalker pack anything! They had never given me anything that I hadn’t paid for with my blood, sweat, and tears... so many tears!<br /> “I just want you to be accepted into the pack, Grace,” Paul stressed, snapping me out of my internal rant. “It’s been 5 years and you still haven’t accepted the alpha’s offer and left your old pack behind. The other members here are whispering about you. We let you off when you were young and afraid, but you turned 18 two years ago. It&#039;s time you made yourself a permanent fixture here”<br /> “Oh, and I suppose choosing you as my choice mate is the only way to do that, is it?” I shot back, my voice dripping in sarcasm.<br /> “No, I just...”<br /> “If the alpha has a problem, you tell him to come and speak to me. Now, if you’ll excuse me...” I bumped my shoulder against his with more force than was necessary as I made my way past him. I had surprised myself by my sudden decision, but I knew in my heart that this was right. This was what I had trained so hard for all these years.<br /> “Where are you going?” he asked as his eyes followed me out of the door.<br /> I almost laughed as his eyes grew wide at my response. “To pack my cases. I’m being summoned”<br /> I couldn’t ignore the alpha call any longer. It was time to go home and face up to my past.<br /> <br /> Duke’s POV<br /> “Will she come?” Thomas asked as he clutched my hand, his words slurred and slow.<br /> I smirked as an image of Grace came to mind. Grace had always been the “good girl”. The one that had never wanted to rock the boat. Of course, she would come home.<br /> “She’ll come back Thomas, you have my word on that one. Don’t worry about anything, you just concentrate on getting better, let me deal with this.” I rose, intending to leave him now that I had put his mind at ease, but the hand that was clutching mine suddenly tightened, his nails digging into my skin as his eyes grew large, appearing almost frantic.<br /> “You’ll tell her I’m sorry, won’t you, Alpha? You’ll tell her I didn’t mean it, that I was stupid? I wasn’t in my right mind! Moon Goddess forgive me,” he whispered, tears spilling down his cheeks as he sank back on the bed, weakened by the fierce display of emotion he had shown.<br /> I frowned down at him as his eyes closed, and his breathing became shallow and even, showing that he had exhausted himself to sleep.<br /> What was all that about? I wondered, thinking back to the night that Grace had left. I knew they had argued, the two of them were always butting heads, but as far as I was aware, it wasn’t anything that would warrant this reaction.<br /> Both had a different story to tell. Thomas and Helen would say Grace was troublesome, and difficult to deal with. She was promiscuous and sneaky, unable and, most importantly, unwilling to partake in her responsibilities to ensure the pack ran smoothly.<br /> Grace would tell tales of her abuse at the hands of her parents, how they treated her like dirt and physically hurt her for no other reason than hatred. They had wanted a boy, a male heir, to replace them as Beta of the Night Walker pack. Grace was ashamed of the fact that she was no better than a null. Her parents were psychotic in their disappointment, blaming her for everything that went wrong.<br /> My jaw hardened. The Grace I thought I had known was nothing but a mirage - a personality that she had conjured up to seem more appealing, to gain more sympathy as the damsel in distress. She played a clever game and knew exactly what it was she was doing.<br /> She had probably stayed away this long to punish her father even more. She hadn’t turned up for her own mother’s funeral, so it showed how little she cared about the parents that had done their best for her. I knew now that she had blinded me. I had gotten too involved, and believed this teenager when she stared into my eyes and made declarations she had no intention of keeping. She didn’t know how to tell the truth.<br /> Never mind that I had also seen with my own eyes the side of her she had tried to hide from me - I should have been more suspicious of her when she appeared that night. Should have kept my guard up. I was saved in the nick of time by her stupidity.<br /> The cynical side of me sneered in revulsion as a thought came to mind - she was bound to return home once she got wind that her father was on his deathbed. Greedy, money-hungry Grace would be all too happy to hear that she was to inherit everything. Even after the way she had treated Thomas, he had made sure that she was still in the will to manage the entire estate as well as keep her position as the next Beta.<br /> I had been clinging to a shred of hope that she hadn’t left the pack yet, despite being accepted into another one almost as soon as she left, because she wanted to keep some sort of connection to me, that I wasn’t just a pawn in her game to rise through the ranks. Now though, I could see clearly. She hadn’t left so she could make sure she had a higher position to return to should her new pack not work out.<br /> I could feel her presence getting closer, her scent becoming stronger. She was on her way back home and this time, I would be the one to come out on top, she would not fool me again.<br /> I laughed as I left Thomas’ room and made my way to the office. Grace was to inherit everything, including the position as my Beta. She would finally make good on the sweet promises she had whispered in my ear all those years ago, whether or not she liked it, and this time I would be ready for her.<br /> I made my way to the greeting room of this house, instinctively knowing that Grace would return to her childhood home as though she owned the place - which she technically would in a few days if the pack doctor was to be believed. Whilst her scent continued to tantalize me with its sweet aroma, I forced myself to remember her bitter lies and to plan, to try to think what games she was planning on playing with me this time round. I needed to have a checkmate move for every eventuality.<br /> <br /> Grace&#039;s POV<br /> &quot;Just look at it, Thomas! 15 years old and she&#039;s yet to shift!&quot;<br /> &quot;It&#039;s not the shifting we need to be concerned about, Helen, the poor girl is the weight of a full-grown male wolf. Its an embarrassment. Not a single wolf has even looked in her direction! We&#039;ll never be able to mate her off and get her out of our hair at this rate!&quot;<br /> &quot;Even the Alpha has started laughing at our bad fortune. I swear on the hand of the great Goddess, we would have fared better had we remained childless. She&#039;ll never pass as a beta, she can barely pass through a doorway!&quot;<br /> &quot;Helen&quot; Thomas said with a laugh and a playful shake of his head<br /> &quot;Oh come now, Tom, you know it to be true! Poor Duke is mortified after you revealed her little secret! At least his future mate doesn&#039;t have to worry about any competition! Who could be threatened by a plain Jane like our daughter? Just get her out of my site! She&#039;s an abomination!&quot;<br /> I shook my head to clear the ghosts of my past. It seemed the closer I got to my home pack, the louder the voices of my parents resounded in my mind.<br /> My wolf was almost feral as she growled her temper, demanding that I set her free with every mile we drove closer. She wanted to wreak havoc on all those who had shamed and humiliated us, but I wouldn&#039;t allow her to have her freedom. I never usually denied my wolf her needs, we had spent so many years apart, struggling to connect that when she finally came through for me when I needed her the most, I had sworn to make her the happiest wolf the world had known.<br /> Except this time. This time I had to put my foot down and order her back into the deepest, darkest corner of my mind and suppress her powers - we both needed reigning in. It would do us no good to reveal all of our cards, this was a game of cat and mouse that needed to be played very carefully, I knew that now<br /> Too many times I had laid all my cards on the table, only to find myself cheated and robbed as those that should have protected me fed me to the wolves - no pun intended.<br /> My wolf chuffed in my head, letting me know that she had heard my inner monologue and she wasn&#039;t happy about it but she wasn&#039;t going to push the matter anymore. She had never forgiven herself. Even though she didn&#039;t know why she hadn&#039;t been able to come forward and claim me sooner than she did, that didn&#039;t stop her from blaming herself for everything that had happened.<br /> Whilst it was true that I may have been able to defend myself better had I had the advanced, honed senses I have today, it wouldn&#039;t have saved me completely. Having my wolf wouldn&#039;t have made me a mind reader and it wouldn&#039;t have stopped others from wanting to hurt me.<br /> I swung my car around the corner with more force than necessary, blaring the horn at the idiot in front of me. I was restless, my skin prickling. Duke was close by. I knew that as surely as I knew the sky was blue.<br /> The awareness that ran through my body didn&#039;t surprise me as much as I thought it would. Subconsciously I had always known that the feelings I had for him had never completely faded. Oh, his dad, the old alpha, would laugh along with my beta parents and mock me for my teenage crush but I knew it was so much more than that. Duke had managed to reach a part of me that I thought had been lost forever thanks to the hurtful, spiteful words my parents spat at me<br /> No! My wold raged suddenly, reminding me why we had to be strong. Duke is not the hero he pretends to be, Grace. Remember that! She hissed.<br /> I straightened my back as I indicated for the last turning before I reached &quot;home&quot;. No, Duke was certainly not the hero he liked to portray.<br /> He was a monster. The kind that preyed on vulnerable teenagers, striking them when they need love and affection the most, only to shove them to the side when he had his satisfaction.<br /> Although that wasn&#039;t strictly true. He had never tried to get me to go any further than I was comfortable with and had turned me down when I tried to make our relationship sexual. Not that it made what he did any better! He had promised me so many things, things that he soon backpedaled on when things got slightly more difficult. I had been so young and naive, wanting to believe in myself and Duke so desperately that I had allowed myself to be wooed with empty words.<br /> I would never be that person again. I now saw the true meaning behind his gentle touches and his soft-spoken words. He was grooming me, wanting to be the one to break in the fat she-wolf who couldn&#039;t shift.<br /> It was no secret that my parents despised me. They were both betas born and bred, and their parents before them were also betas. They had wanted a boy, had planned for a boy, bought for a boy and what did they end up with?<br /> An embarrassment if their tales were to be believed. I had always been on the larger side, struggling to control my weight ever since I was a child. It was all too easy to steal into the packhouse kitchen in the dead of the night. The chef there took a liking to me, telling me her stories of a childhood abroad as I ate all the snacks and then some. I laughed along with her as she told me about her life and imagined a world far away from the Inferno I was living<br /> Of course, as soon as my parents found out, they had given Priscilla two choices. Leave as a rogue or be executed on the spot. I never heard her answer, but I did receive her teeth in a small box the next day.<br /> I never mentioned that incident to anyone and never again did I steal away to the kitchen, yet the habit had already been learned. Instead of visiting the kitchens, I would stash whatever food I could find, taking double portions whenever I had the opportunity -one for now, one for later.<br /> The more my weight grew, the more my parents resented me, which meant my eating habits grew worse. It was a vicious circle, with only one victim at the center.<br /> The resentment and hatred between my parents and me built so high that it was inevitable the wall would come crashing down. Thinking of that day, the day I had lost everything, still managed to tear at my heart with the worst possible pain.<br /> I had never forgiven and I would never forget. I had missed my mother&#039;s funeral, choosing to say goodbye in my way. I would not pretend for the sake of saving face and presenting a United front for the sake of the pack.<br /> I had spent 5 years reinventing myself, trying to let the demons die and move on. Stupid girl, I should have known that a past like mine would never stay hidden.<br /> I smirked as I caught a glance at myself in the rearview mirror. I had succeeded in one area of my reinvention. It would be a wonder if Duke even recognized who I was. So long as my wolf kept her promised and reigned herself in, he would never know the warrior we had become. He would see me as the bimbo blonde with nothing to offer and honestly? I was okay with that. I would strike when I was ready, and not a moment sooner.<br /> <br /> Duke&#039;s POV<br /> I began to scent Grace long before the headlights of her car came into view. If anyone else had entered this pack via a car it would raise some eyebrows, yet nothing else was expected of Grace. She could hardly come crashing through the forest in her wolf skin, could she?<br /> I had felt sorry for her growing up. Many children felt as though they were living in someone else&#039;s shadow - whether it be the boy who has to follow in his father&#039;s footsteps and lead the pack or the girl who wants to train just as hard as her brother but was either ignored or fell short of the expectations. Grace was much worse. She was living in the shadow of a child that didn&#039;t exist but that her parents still loved.<br /> Even in my bitterness, I could see that. She had been starved of affection. That was the only thing that had stopped me from following after her and ripping the head from her shoulders for the hurt she had caused. She did what she did to feel love. Goddess knew she didn&#039;t get any from her parents, not the way a child deserves<br /> Everything she did, they would imagine what could have been had they been given a son. If she achieved academically, their son would have done better. If she was a brilliant cook, it paled in comparison to the dishes their son would have rustled up with minimum effort.<br /> When Grace showed signs of being a Nul - a wolf that cant shift - this only solidified the evil hand her parents had been dealt. They believed they had angered the Moon Goddess somehow and so they made a pact to become the best betas for miles around, often leaving Grace to fend for herself with yet another expectation hanging over her head.<br /> I had done what I could for her, displaying small acts of kindness whenever my hectic schedule allowed. I knew that on more than one occasion things had almost gone too far.<br /> Almost.<br /> My wolf growled, the noise vibrating through my temples, reminding me that Grace was not ours, had never been ours. She had shown us that all too clearly. When we had been ready to lay our heart on the table, she had stomped all over it, bursting it under her stiletto heel as she offered herself to another. A wolf that she should never have been messing with but it seemed that she couldn&#039;t help herself.<br /> She&#039;s disgusting, I reminded myself as the headlights on the car slammed shut and the sound of gravel crunching underneath soft shoes became louder.<br /> As much as I wanted to believe that, I couldn&#039;t help but picture the soft, curved body pressed against mine. The memory of that night had haunted me for years. I had stroked myself so many times, imagining what would have happened had we got to live the life we had planned. I would have pulled her body closer to mine, her papillae would have been more than a handful, her creamy mounds spilling over the top of her bra as my hands cupped the, running my tongue along the silky skin. I saw her head tipped back, her parted lips glistening as her tongue ran across them, heard her soft, breathy moans of my name.<br /> Every time had been a vision of perfection, making me release against my hand as she rode me, sending our bodies into heights of pleasure she had never experienced before.<br /> So many nights I had laid awake, full of regrets. Yet I wasn&#039;t the one that caused this. She did this. She ruined it.<br /> Still, as much as I wanted to deny it, I was looking forward to seeing her once more, to seeing if the connection was still there.<br /> The door slammed open, leaving a dent in the wall as it crashed against it.<br /> I scented the warm, vanilla scent of Grace, smirking as I prepared for the pathetic, fake innocence she would present. I looked up at her and my mouth fell open to the floor.<br /> Gone was the chubby girl with the unruly curls and freckled face of my dreams. Stood before me was a Goddess. Her long legs seemed to stretch forever, her skin golden and smooth. Her dress brushed against her thighs, floating with every move she made. Her hips were curved slightly, her hands planted on either side, pushing out her small, firm papillae as she threw her straight blonde hair over her shoulder and looked me dead in the eye with a hatred that covered the distance between us and seared into my skin.<br /> She was strong, lean, and muscled. Utter destruction, yet devastatingly gorgeous. Her lips curled back over her teeth in a snide smile as she looked down her nose at me.<br /> &quot;Hello, Duke&quot; she breathed, her voice husky and seductive. &quot;Did you miss me?&quot;<br /> I opened my mouth, ready to spit back at her when my wolf beat me to it. He pounded forward, knocking against my skull as he roared, mate!

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