A/N: NOT EDITED. If you don't like reading about Kieran just skip over him. Can't please everyone, not that I would even begin to try. I don't think I should need to remind anymore at this point that I write my stories my way.

Anyways, enjoy. Also I've started updating 'Scratch.'



Chapter 49.5 - Kieran POV [after speaking with Carla]

Pulling my hand away from Oakley's I stalked into the backyard leaving her and Nona there, entering the kitchen, I slipped up the stairs luckily avoiding everyone in the house, and when I finally make it to the room Chelsea gave me. My heart hammering, I panted as I slipped down against the wall.



'Hands on the wall,' white coats voice husky in my ear, and my hands shake as I bring them up, my mind racing, wondering what I had done this time.



My cot was made.



I ate the food they gave me even though it made me sick I didn't vomit. The funny taste that was nothing like I had tasted before, I swallowed it down.



You're not there anymore, they aren't going to hurt, and they can never hurt you again.



I didn't make a sound when they poked me with the needle.



Kieran you need to relax, breath and just calm down.



I avoid eye contact with the white coats.



'You're making me do this, you couldn't even follow my simple instructions,' the same sneers, 'you think you're parents are going here for you? They aren't, they didn't want you Kieran, you didn't listen to them,' white coat said.



I was good. I was good. I tried to be good but nothing worked.



I didn't move an inch from the spot they put me in.



When the smoke from the ceiling came down I fought the voice and remained still.



'No good... bad... sorry...I'll be good,'



Rocking back and forth I tried to forget, gasping my chest felt tight, my vision was filled with black dots and I couldn't hear. I couldn't concentrate on anything, the colors of my room swirled and in the corner my cot appeared. Kieran you're on the island, you aren't back there, you - I welcomed the blackness.



Eyes fluttering, I snapped them shut.



My muscles felt worn, sore. My hands were clenched tightly, as I opened them, my bones popped and my skin prickled as blood flowed.



In my head Nyx whined, and I'm hit with memories of what happened, bolting to a sitting position my eyes darts around the room until I see Nona and Grant sitting on the sofa near the wall, the two of them neither smiling nor frowning in disappointment.



I couldn't look, not when Grant would now be telling me to stay away from Oakley; I knew it was just a matter of time.



Shamefaced I turned away from them.



"How are you feeling Kieran?" Nona asks, my eyes widened, I'm unsure how to answer her question. Did I tell her I was okay? And risk getting punished? Did I lie to avoid punishment? What would happen she found out? My heart seized in my chest.



"Do you remember what happened?" She asked taking me off the hook my body sagged, flicking my eyes to hers briefly I nodded.



Grant opened his mouth but before he could utter a word Oakley stepped into my room, concern on her face. Her eyes sad



I looked down, away from her and chanced a quick peek at Grant once again.



With everything straight on my mind, I knew I was no good, it didn't matter that Carla had searched for me... in their own way; it was best to do this now.



"It's not a good idea to see each other anymore, I know you think that it's okay, but I'm not worth it and you should do like everyone else and leave me alone. I'm not normal, I thought I could try and be better, but I'm not." Nyx whined in my head, until the quiet whine was more like a deafening howl.



From my spot I could hear three other heartbeats, pounding, drowning out everything else.



"I don't understand?" her tone forced me to look at her.



Her nose scrunched up, and her head was cocked to the side, the hand at her sides clenched in a fist, shaking slightly.



She didn't understand, none of them did.



All the things I did, "I want you to leave me alone, its better this way," I said much stronger, yet still weaker than before, the words leaving bitterness in my mouth.



"I - I don't care - I mean - I'm-"



"Please leave," I mumbled not looking at her, Grant or Nona.



Her soft footsteps announced her leave.



Bringing my hand to my chest I rubbed the spot right over my heart. I brought my lip between my teeth, pushing away the queasy feeling in my belly. "Kieran..." Grant said my name softly, but I couldn't look at any of them, Oakley knew I wasn't normal and good, but I wouldn't let Grant see me this broken. I also didn't want to see him smiling at the fact that I was hurting.



'Never give the white coats something to use against you,' Mack Reyes had told me when I was just a small boy.



Nona and Grant aren't white coats Kieran, Nyx told me. Lifting my head, I finally looked at Grant, he smiled, but it wasn't a sneer, and there was no coldness on his face. No judgment either. "You were panting, screaming and you actually fainted... does that happen often?" He asked.



Nodding warily, I didn't want to admit the weakness but who knew what would happen if I didn't answer.



"When Chelsea accidently stepped too close to you, you had the same-" my eyes widened and mouth dropped opened, and Grant stop speaking immediately. He was blaming Chelsea when I was the one that stepped into her? No one said anything until Nona gave me a small smile, "How are you feeling? We were all worried about you Kieran," I blinked.



This was Nyx fault, all of this. I was okay on my mountain and then Chelsea said to shift and he wouldn't let me shift back. None of this would have happened if he would just let me be myself, be the way I wanted to be.



Of course I wouldn't say that a loud, "I'm fine, I - I wasn't - they looked for me?" I stuttered out unsure of how to wrap my mind around that.



"Did you think that they wouldn't?" Grant asked me, again no malice in his tone. "How about I let you two talk... would that be alright with you Kieran?" Nona asked when I tried to find a way to answer Grant.



Nodding, she took a step towards me, "You don't have to be alone," she whispered, her words confused me, unquestionably and for a fact, I was better off left alone. I wouldn't hurt anyone that way, and no one could hurt me. When I didn't give her a response, she only smiled as she always did and left the room.



Gathering courage, I turned my face back to Grant, who was sitting on my sofa in my bedroom, just at complete ease, a small one-sided smile on his face. "Do you know what I do? Or what I did back when I lived in Middleburg?" I shook my head from side to side slowly.



"Well I am - was a therapist back home, I dealt with children and young adults that were survivors of various forms of abuse. Helping them deal with anxiety, depression, other difficulties that they find within themselves, whether its fear, how they see themselves, anger, the sense of betrayal, powerlessness and judgment they feel that they will encounter."



I stared at him blankly, wondering just how he would help with any of those things... I had heard of the of white coats call themselves a therapist before as well, I thought fleetingly.



"Sometimes... it's just about finding someone to talk too... someone you can tell what's bothering you, hurting you inside, all those wounds that no one can see on the outside, but on the inside they still hurt you, still cause you pain. So much pain that, sometimes it feels real, and it feels like you're still experiencing that abuse."



Sitting back Grant sighed, "Sometimes its just finding someone you can tell all the things in your mind, so that they can help you make sense of the abuse and all the other thoughts you don't know what to do with. That is what I did back home, I was that person for different people, and someone they could trust and know that there would be no judgment."



"I wasn't abused," I murmured, "I didn't listen to Carla and Tony, and so I had to learn," I said with a shrug, my stomach turning, and the memories just plain rotten.



Grant nodded, "Yesterday Oakley left all her dirty clothes on the ground near her room, which is right near the stairs... Julia told her to move them, but she didn't. Oakley didn't listen, so does that mean that whatever was done to you, should be done to Oakley? Because she didn't listen yesterday Kieran."



The food I had eaten earlier came up my throat as memory after memory of myself was replaced with my Oakley, the thought alone disgusting and awful, leaping from the bed I dashed into the bathroom, emptying my stomach. Retching until tears blurred my vision, until all I could do was dry heave, my stomach aching painfully in protest, "You're okay, Kieran," I heard Grant saying but not understanding why he was being so nice to me, even after I told Oakley to go away.



I did what he was here to do... right?



"Here it's mouth wash," I saw him slowly place a cup near my face, flushing the toilet; I reached for the cup taking it in such a way so our hands wouldn't touch.



Sniffing it on reflex, I couldn't match it's scent to what white coats had given me when I had this same reaction before, I could tell it was my own mouth wash Chelsea had provided me with. Slowly I filled my mouth, letting the mint slowly erase and remove the repugnant acid bitter taste in my mouth, spiting and doing it again. "I'll wait for you out there," Grant murmured.



I couldn't understand what was happening, why he was still being nice to me, though, and how he of all people could want anything to happen to Oakley, she wasn't like me. I was just defective and wrong, but she just maybe forgot to move the clothes. Should Chelsea be worried for Oakley? Did she know that Grant wanted to punish her that way? For something so small as forgetting to move her dirty clothes?



Had he been pretending? I thought Grant was nice, I knew when people were being fake and putting on a forced performance.



When I couldn't stay in the bathroom any longer I went back to the bedroom, sitting on my bed a good six or seven feet away from Grant.



"I'm sorry," he apologized because today wasn't going crazy enough.



Remaining silent since I didn't know how to even respond Grant continued. "I didn't mean to make you sick, I was just wondering if you thought a good punishment for Oakley would be what you had done to you for wanting to play outside when your m - Carla and Tony said no?" this time he remained silent while I wondered what he was drinking or had eaten that had made him lose his mind entirely.



"I was bad..." I repeated again.



Grant nodded finally agreeing with me, I felt slightly victorious.



"I'll tell you what, how about you think about that for the day and tomorrow we can talk again? You take some time to think of how you were treated and if that is a good punishment for anyone who does something wrong?" I clenched my fists at my side.



"Tomorrow? I told Oakley not to come near me anymore," wasn't that enough?



Grant looked me in the eyes, no malice there, "I didn't tell you to stay away from Oakley, you told Oakley to leave you alone. I didn't - you made the decision to push her away, I was in the room because I was concerned about you. You were screaming and panting and I was worried." I listened with wide eyes, until he finishes and gave me a tight-lipped smile.



"So... think about what I asked you, okay?" I nodded dumbly, just staring at the space he sat long after he stood and left the room.



I stared, still not truly looking out from my window, the sun setting, the trees darkening, ignoring the sound of my stomach rumbling. Trying and still not understanding what Grant said, I wouldn't - hadn't wanted - to do to Oakley or anyone what was done to me, it wasn't right.



But it was right for me.



It can't be both ways Kieran, Nyx griped.



White coats said your parents weren't coming because you were bad? I wasn't going to answer Nyx.



So now you know that they did look for you, so you weren't bad... of course I was.



That's why it all happened.



So Grant is right... everything you suffered should be done to anyone who does anything wrong? That's how you think not listening to adults should be handled? If you thought that... why did you run Kieran? I shook my head, not wanting to go back to that time, not wanting to remember it, or what they wanted me to do. I would never do it. Not to anyone, I wouldn't hurt someone how they hurt me. Standing I paced back and forth, I was confused and I couldn't stop the thoughts now that Grant had put them in my head.



I wasn't abused; I was punished for being bad. Right?



Right.



Right?



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Chelsea POV



With Gabriel and I still at a standstill in whether or not we should use the teleporting gift to help Logan scoop up all the individuals we were able to identify we were however able to come to an agreement on one thing.



"You don't seem surprised to see me..." I noted observing Wolf as he sat in front of Gabriel and I; his left brow arched high, Logan sitting next to him. I used the wrong tense when talking about Rainy with him, Logan told me immediately.



Shaking his head, Wolf focused his serious brown eyes on mine, "What's the plan?" he asked getting straight to the point, ready to work. His thoughts and attitude a complete change from the man that was defending Jay and Rian to no end.



I smiled, "I was thinking," I said reaching for the facial composites we had completed, "these are people working with the Elders, I think we should pick them up now. Not wait for-"



"We?" Both father and son said at the same time, making me blink.



"You want to leave the island to pick these people up?" Wolf asked me his thick eyebrows pushed together.



"Either of you?" Logan filled in after, his eyes wide already shaking his head, too dangerous, he thought but didn't voice that opinion. Blinking a few times I looked at Gabriel from the corner of my eyes, they - well Logan - thought it was dangerous for either of us to leave the island and help him do this. Not just one of us. Well it is, you two are better together, stronger when you're connected, Aria said after being silent for a while.



That's a bit co-dependent, I replied and was a bit shocked when my third wolf answered, No, you are strong on your own, but if anyone wanted to defeat you and Gabriel, all they need to do is separate you both. You are both strong without one another, but you are substantially potent against your adversaries together.



Keeping my face straight, while contemplating what my third wolf said, "You do not think we should help you?"



"No..." Logan blurted out while Wolf just shook his head, "I think you should leave the gathering to Logan, Kaden and I," Wolf said nodding to himself.



"Where would you put the people you gather?" I asked not sure because I didn't know much about this Kaden character only that he was someone Gabriel trusted.



"We could have Etta spell our cellars, make it so once I put them in there, supernatural or human they can make no contact with anyone, no warning the Elders, it would be as though they simply vanished..."



"Etta?"



"She's Kaden's second mate," Gabriel answered quickly, giving me brief data on the family, "Like they did with your basement?" He asked Logan, who nodded.



I observe Logan's gestures and watch, as his hands on the side of the chair turn whiter near his knuckles, as he clenches them into fists. "I still have Henry - the Fae that helped in taking Rainy - locked away," Logan's voice turning more threatening than I had ever heard from him while speaking about this Henry person.



"How would we even get them to give us any information they have?" I said looking away trying to remain focused.



"Tell me how the spell Etta used works," I commanded.



Sighing Logan rested back, "well, no one can enter his or her minds from outside of the concrete room, so - so" he stumbled. I snorted, when his eyes flickered from me to Gabriel.



"So to order them to tell us what they know, I'd have to leave the island, go to that room and have them tell me?"



Logan had a more deer in headlights expression on his face, that's better than just popping into homes, Gabriel thought next to me, slightly appeased with what Logan was - well not truly - directly suggesting.



I exhaled heavily, already trying to put this idea together as fast as I could, with what I had seen form the video, as well as the memories Kieran, Liam and the others that escaped were having, that I was unfortunate to have to see as well since we were still keeping tabs on those on the island... we had to plan, but I don't think we had time on our side.



"How many people can your prison hold?" I asked Logan, he shrugged, "If we're putting one person per cell?" I nodded. I don't think putting two or more in each would work right... the stronger individual in the room could simply kill the others and reduce the useful information we could possibly get.



"Only fifty-four," he sulked, "Henry is already taking up one of them, but my cells, they are padded so they won't be able to injure themselves before they tell us what we need to know," He said monotone.



Nodding I glanced at Gabriel, before lifting a brow at Wolf?



"He doesn't have the right type of cells," Logan still in his moodiness replied before Wolf could.



"I've seen your cells... a few head-smacks against the concrete and all we've gotten is mess to clean," Logan chirped dryly.



"How long would it take to transform your prison up to his?" Gabriel asked Wolf.



"Didn't know we were going to make the place fancy," he spat towards Logan but there was no real animosity in his words, "a few days at the most," he continued.



"So do that, collect everyone here," Gabriel tapped to the folder of facial composites, "We've also gone though the books that Philip gave us, and we have pictures for some of them," I added, standing to get the fresh print outs Remy gave us and giving them to Wolf.



He shook his head, "I'm not a good guy, but... these people hurting..." his mind went straight to all the details Logan gave him about the men that hurt Rainy and her children alone.



"How are you progressing with the guys from the videos you got from Seth's place?" Logan's blue eyes immediately turned black, "I have more of them... but I'll hold off for now, I don't have that kind of room," he snorted in disgusted. Who do I jail? The child abusers or these people, he thought of the papers in his hands.



"Use mine," Gabriel offered. Logan nodded, a dark gleam in his eyes, but he put it away quickly.



"Do we start picking them up straightaway?"



"Yes," Both Gabriel and I said nodding.



We weren't going to put this off, who knew how many more Kieran's or Matthews did they have right now? We couldn't wait anymore.



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LIKE I SAID ABOVE I'VE STARTED UPDATING SCRATCH IF YOU AREN'T AWARE OF THAT STORY, IT'S ABOUT: The Etta and Kaden I'm talking about in this chapter, and all the books before this one. I didn't want their story in this story, just like how I wrote Rainy/Chris in HFM. HERE IS AN EXCERPT:



Prologue (Kaden POV) - The Present



"Please, please, please..." she chanted over and over again, my tongue thrusting in and out of her core, her head thrashing about wildly but that's how I loved to see my love, my mate.



Crazed with need and wanting the release that only I could give her, that she only wanted me to give her and that was okay with me.



It had been awhile, almost 8 weeks to be exact but I was a very patient man, well when I wanted to be, and only for my mate.



"I... need... need... please... moreeee..." she pleaded out in pants, her legs beginning to shake, hips thrusting her core eagerly into my mouth, hands holding the sheet underneath her tightly.



She was out of control but I liked her desperate for me, speeding up the tempo I moved my mouth directly over her most sensitive area, sucking, licking, then biting while I quickly thrusted my fingers inside her, pressing up on her inner walls looking for her sweet spot.



"Ugh... Kade... ka-," she screamed when I finally found it, there was a loud gasp like her breath was momentarily taken away.



I was rock hard but I knew I would get mine after I took care of my girl. I would never have enough of her, because her scent was the most potent to me, but that was nothing compared to the taste of her honey sweetness when she would finally explode on my tongue. Right now I wanted a taste of her more than a man in the desert wants water, and fuck was I going to get it.



"So close.... Fire.... There... oh... good... fuck..." she was mumbling incoherently but I caught those few terms, she was close I could tell but missing something to push her over the edge. Reaching for the remote I roughly pushed the button to turn on the vibrator I had carefully put in her earlier, then resumed tweaking her peaks, sucking her clit and finally she shattered loudly.



"Ah... Fuck..." she cried, eyes squeezed tightly and tears of restless frustration were also released. It was quite a conundrum I wanted everything at once; wanted to watch her cum face, taste and lap up her sweet delicious nectar and but also have her tight quivering walls massaging my length.



Leaving from my spot between her full legs, I was slowly starting to torture her some more. Kissing and suckling, placing soft bites and making my way up to her navel, dipping my tongue in then continuing my assault, but avoiding contact where I know she wanted it the very most.



Her peaks.



I teased her, avoiding her areolas, dipping between her mounds moving to give the other the same teasing attention.



"No..." she groaned when I didn't go where she wanted me too.



"God...Kade... stop..." I smirked to myself.



"You want me to stop?" I goaded her.



"No... More... I need you... they ache," she said and moaned in-between her words, arching, writhing beneath me, in hopes of tricking me into ravishing her peaks but I was saving the best for last as I moved to her collarbone, then hitting her neck, my mark with full force.



Taking my length I rubbed right against her womanhood, I wanted to do this slowly but my mate wasn't having that right now, my girl wanted things a little rough, quick and was taking charge to do so. I could have easily kept her on her back but I enjoyed the view of her chest, bouncing, swaying as she took and gave me pleasure.



"Fuck! Ride, love!" I groaned watching myself disappear inside her, moving to her chest, breasts that fit perfectly in my palms.



I knew this wasn't going to take long, her squeezing me, one hand behind her massaging my sac, the other holding onto the bedhead as she furiously and repeatedly slammed her body against mine.



Neither of us could speak, just groan; grabbing her hips I brought my lips to finally taste, suck, tweak her now hardened peaks.



She arched herself, swiveling her hops taking me deep and hard, the coil in my and tension in my low abdomen was ready to snap, "So close baby," I moaned, happy that she was almost there as well, it was already a tight fit and the minute she was near the edge I could tell since her walls were currently holding me like a vise grip, "Ahhh."



Her downward thrusts were becoming erratic, as were mine, "Look at me baby," I moaned, demanded loudly.



Watching her eyes snap open, I flipped us over, once again on top, thrusting hard, wrapped her thigh around my waist as I pounded into her, giving her everything I had, all the love, devotion and acceptance into our lovemaking, until we both finally exploded.



Flying.



White lights.



Stars.



Dark stops clouded my vision.



It was only ever like this with her.



My Mate.



My Love.



My life.



Pulling out slowly, I rested my head on her stomach while she and I slowly returned our breathing back to normal.



"Kade..." she whispered softly causing me to lift my head and look at her face.



"Yes Love?"



"I love you," she started saying a small smile played on my lips.



"As you are, unconditionally," I finished crawling up besides her pulling her to me. I knew she was exhausted but I couldn't sleep yet so I watched her.



Gazed at her fuller but still petite body next to mine, her eye lashes flutter and the smile she had on her face even as she slept.



Using our mate mind link to watch what was making her smile.



She was dreaming about the day before. We were at the beach with a family friend his four children as well as our seven children.



It had taken us a long while to get here but we were, things were going perfectly but this was only the calm before the fucking storm, little did we know.



Slipping from the bed slowly so I wouldn't wake my mate up I grabbed my cell phone from off of the nightstand and walked to the living room dialing 'David,' who picked up after the third ring.



"They're fine," he teased me.



"Thanks just making sure," I said anyways.



"Where's your girl? Thought for sure she would be the one to call first," he said laughing.



"Oh she's asleep," I said vaguely knowing what he would say.



Five.



Four.



Three.



Two.



One.



"Wore her out huh buddy," he teased like we were 16-year-old boys instead of grown men with children. Granted stopped aging when we turned 35 years old.



"Hanging up now!" I groaned out, rolling my eyes, then doing it again at the thought that David couldn't even see the first time.



"Changing the topic, how are you?" I asked him.



"Worried, happy, hopeful about all this," he said cryptically.



We talked for a few more minutes about the business before hanging up.



Closing my eyes after returning to bed I slipped into sleep quickly. I felt my mate besides me moving before I heard her sleep and pillow muffled voice.



"Kade, baby wake up, your phone."



Reaching blindly I answered once I found what I was looking for... "Yeah?" I croaked out.



"Kaden," the person on the phone spoke gravely.



Instantly on guard, " What happened?" I demanded.



"It's your grandfather, there was an attack," they continued speaking but that was all that I heard, after dying. After that nothing, not a single thing registered.



"Kaden, Kaden, baby? What's wrong? Is it the kids?" I heard from my mate but even she sounded muddled, far away.

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Chapter 1 - Rejection (Kaden POV)

The Past- Kaden 13 Years Old

"We're mates!" I exclaimed but also a little saddened when I realized that she had to have known that I was her mate the moment she first shifted. Lana Riley, 17 years old and also with my brother was going to reject me.

"You knew all along?" I asked her.

"I'm in love with Jace, Kaden. We're just all so young and I'm not ready for a mate. I'm going away to University, we are in different places in our life-"

"You could- could wait for me Lana!" I said harshly.

Straightening her back, standing tall she broke my heart, "I Lana Riley of Whitemoon Pack, officially reject you Kaden Machi Romano of Whitemoon Pack."

Anguish. Searing how pain. Worst of all I could see the pain that she was in, both of us falling to our knees screaming as our bond was severed.

"You need to accept it, Kaden. It'll hurt less for us both if you do," she gritted out, panting.

I shook my head. I, I didn't want to accept it. I didn't want too.

"It's not our time Kaden, please?" she whispered, pleaded with me.

"What about when Jace finds his mate?" I questioned.

"Huh? Wha-what about when you decide you want kids? You can only ever get that from me Lana!" I yelled.

She looked away, out in the direction of our home where my brother was; making me hurt more.

She was twisting the knife minute by minute.

Second by second.

"I. Love. Him. Kaden." She gritted out, tears falling.

"When he finds his mate we will break up," she said her voice cracking sad that they would have to break up, but not that she was rejecting me.

"Then you'll want me?" I asked pathetically, crying like her but not for the same reasons.

"It wouldn't be fair to you now Kaden, later when we are older we will forgive each other, move on and have a nice big family. Our kids will play with their cousins; we will all be in one pack, one happy family..." she smiled sadly, her eyes closed imagining our future. One I couldn't see happening if I accepted her rejection.

I continued to grasp at straws, "I -I could come with you Lana. You know that I'm smart enough, I've already had offers for different programs," I rambled, but she growled her eyes turning black.

"I. DO. NOT. WANT. YOU!!"

"I. DO. NOT. WANT. YOU!!"

"I. DO. NOT. WANT. YOU!!"

She screamed over and over again, breaking my young heart.

"God Kaden, just look at you! You're crying for God sake! You're nothing! Nothing but a snot nosed kid, why, why would I ever want you to follow me? To come with me, what so I could baby sis you? Tuck you in at night? I want to have fun. Go out experience life, meet new people,-"

"But not alone, with Jace. Until he finds his mate?" I asked incredulously.

"Yes! I want the same thing for you too. I'm going to be a doctor Kaden, I wont really be settling down until I'm nearly 30 years old. That's more than ten years, you and I will have our happily ever after, but for now we can just, just experience with nothing holding the other back. "We're mates Kaden and mates always end up together, always. Eventually allow the bond to take over," she spoke quickly, frustrated at me.

"You were supposed to accept me, like no one else does. But? But you don't want me?" I said, watching her face.

"No I don't want you Kaden." The final blow.

It was silent for a moment; me sniffling and I couldn't process what was happening.

"We live for eternity Kaden. I know we will eventually have our happy ending, we will have a future. Have the life our parents have, she said in agony; her words were not only hurting me but herself. They were causing her wolf pain.

"JUST FUCKING ACCEPT IT!!" she said harshly.

"I- I K-Kaden Machi Romano accepts the rejection. Accept the severing of our mate bond requested by Lana Riley. I accept your rejection," I choked out defeated, broken and worse of all empty. It hurts, just... pain like I am in the desert, Lana was my water and shelter but she was nowhere to be found.

"Thank you," she whispered, getting up. Walking towards the lake, she kneeled down scooping water to wash her face then walked away from the pond, all the broken pieces and me.

I remained where I was crying, letting the sadness take over, the darkness, night sky and the feeling, the physical pain that felt like I was dying.

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1. why are the stories short, why torture us ? ): Lol Most times my chapters are purposely cut because I have to end it somewhere to get back to reallife things lol, pesky stomach that wants food near dinner time.



2. Logan works with a lot of different kinds of supernaturals. There must be other people they know who can help. I think it's a bad idea for Chelsie or Gabriel to leave the island. Maybe, they can go for one run. Repeating it would be too risky. I totally agree especially since they are making progress and all but it’s not to the point where they’d be giving the Elders a run for their money.



3. h.e.double hockey sticks No!!!! It's definitely been planned already those elders have been at this since before Chelsea was even born.I understand the need to help but you can't help others till you help yourself. Yeah like I said, they have time on Chelsea, she needs to be focused on what she’s doing on the island.



4. I had gotten sick Friday and this morning I woke up and found 2, NOT one but TWO new chapters of your book. Best medicine ever. Brilliant updates, totally loved every word. HOPE YOU FEEL MUCH BETTTER!!



5. where is declan ?? Living with the Davis’



6. Aww at least one couple with okay parents, aunts uncles,and grandparents! (After some weeding that is) RIGHT!! I couldn’t have just horrible parents all the way around, that would be like “mary sueing” my WHOLE STORY.



7. I'm astounded that by THIS far into the story, you're getting questions like this. It's appalling people. Yes, I understand that the series has a lot of characters, and each set has their own specific story, but it isn't hard to follow. They all intertwine. Honestly there are a LOT OF CHARACTERS, but I guess I wanted something where it wasn’t just one female lead that everyone turned to ALL the time, she’s the chosen one yes, BUT, that doesn’t mean she’s going to conquer all on her own.



8. he is building a boat for Kayla?! awwww that's so sweet no, he wanted to build one with Grant and he asked Kayla if she wanted to help in a few chapters back.



9. will we have grant and kieran's session? Yes.



10. if any1 asks about the main characters I'm gonna throw a fit!!! lol .... it’s understandable, some people don’t want to read the parts not having to deal with Chelsea/Oakley. There are also those that HATE Chelsea and Gabriel and their story and only want to read about Rainy/Chris. I understand they are upset that I left HFM the way I did but I just don’t have time to rework all the chapters in this book so that those reading HFM don’t have to read Unexpected, Unconditional and Unbroken. Can’t please anyone so I just take it in stride, some people love Chel/Gabe others don’t.



11. Russell is a wonderful father, I'm glad we got to see him and Angel again, they really are amazing. Oh Oakley, she seems so broken, I really want her and Kieran to talk again, it's so horrible that he blames himself for so much, he's a wonderful boy. Love the chapter!! I know that people like to use separation in a book as props but this isn’t that lol… there are a few things with how Kieran thinks that his friendship with Oakley would be doomed if they weren’t challenged. For Oakley… its more about addressing the development of some type of ‘daddy issue.’ “Daddy didn’t want me, but I have a boy that does.” ß I’m looking to AVOID that.



12.ok is it just me or is Rian's name pronounced like "ryan" or like "rain" as in is it raining outside. i know girls name ryan but im just not sure. lol amazing chapter i really enjoyed getting a look into Russell's head and then Grants. YOU PRONOUCE THE NAME LIKE Ryan.





13. do you think you could post a bit more with kayla and ben? I just find them so adorable! And love the chapter btw. :) Okay so I had a teacher in the 7th grade and she said that she’d rather we write five pages of interesting content instead of giving her ten pages of repeating ourself or useless detail. This question does go with the comment someone made that it’s crazy how I keep everything flowing with all the characters. I don’t want to rush any subplot so I hope you guys know by now that I won’t skip ahead on any relationship/friendship. Everyone is on the same day, that way the timeline I have is stable instead of rushing two weeks ahead JUST to write about Oakley or five days just to write about Ben or other characters.



14. Grant tries so hard to be fair to Pat while at the same time you can feel that he just can't justify his brother's actions. The more of Pat I see through Grant and Oakley, the less redeemable he becomes. There is no way Pat could have been so clueless. There had to be more behind the way he treated Oakley even if it was subconscious. It's almost like she became a scapegoat for all Norine's transgressions. You hit the nail on the head, but I’ll get more in depth on this point.

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