Meant (To Be Yours) - Anaya Phoenix (list of ebook readers .txt) 📗

pack hasn’t. we’ll need to train them, by we I mean you. You’re strong enough to do it, and me and Rosa will be busy with… other stuff. I think you should start tomorrow. We don’t know when it’s coming, but we do know it’s soon. I suggest you get all the best fighters you know. This war ain’t gonna be easy, I can promise that to you. Now shoo, I’ve got stuff to do.” With that Sarah was dismissed and Marissa looked to the baby in the crib.
“What the fuck does the music have to do with anything?” She whispered under her breath and got to work.


Sarah hadn’t bitten her nails since her father trained her. To bite your nails showed your weakness, showed that you knew you weren’t going to last. Something she should never do. But her daddy wasn’t here. And what daddy didn’t know couldn’t kill him… again. Carol was in her rom with Kevin, looking up at the ceiling for reason Sarah wouldn’t know.
“Carol, we gotta go get Brandon outta his funk. Need him for training.” She said, and stayed in the doorway while Carol stood up.
“You know that’s going to be damn near impossible right? Not even Molly can bring him out of his room and they’re, like, best buds.” She mumbled as she walked out of the room. Sarah sighed, closed the door, and walked after her. Brandon had been grumpy after the hunter attack that made them move here. She didn’t know why but Molly seemed to know and they never talked about it. She just told the pack to give him space and time. And if they didn’t she would “pull your intestines through your nose, tie a noose, choke you with said intestine and just when you were on the precipice of dying she’d let you down and burn you while laughing and singing”. So everybody just left him alone. But they needed him, they needed to complete the Terrible Trio. They walked to his room, the door never seemed to be open, and knocked lightly. They heard a grunt in response and shrugged. They opened the door, which they were surprised to find unlocked and gasped when they took him in. he’d resorted to drinking, so empty bottles of Vodka and Patron sprinkled the floor. His blond hair was shaggy and overgrown, and if she were to take a guess she would have to say it smelled. He had a rough beard growing from him not caring enough to stay groomed.
“Brandon. We need you. A war is coming and we’re the best three fighters that this pack has right now. We have to train the others.” Carol said, her face scrunching up in disgust..
“Last I checked.” His voice was so scratchy it startled Sarah. What happened to his soft sweet voice? Who the hell was this old man?
“I wasn’t a hero. You guys trained with him too, two is enough to train a pack.” He said and tipped back a bottle of Cuervo.
“This isn’t one pack, asshole, it’s two. If we don’t fight this war, we’ll die and the war will move onto somewhere else. Somewhere where they won’t know the first thing about throwing a punch, or kicking. This will never end unless we put a stop to it.” Sarah said, stepping out in front of Carol. He looked up at her and smirked, one canine showing. At least he brushed his teeth.
“What do I care. I’ve got nothing else to live for. I won’t find my mate, my life will be meaningless. Why do I care if some stupid war comes?” He challenged and her wolf snapped in her mind.
“Because of Valerie!” She screeched and his face fell. No more humor, no more attitude. Just a blank canvas.
“You know as well as I do she doesn’t want to be in this war. You know she hates what she does but once your in, you can’t come out. Just because she is what she is doesn’t mean you have to live like this!”
“What do you expect me to do!?! A war is coming!! A war between us and the hunters! My mate is the fucking enemy and there is nothing I can fucking do about that! She could die, and then I’ll be truly alone. Might as well practice now.” He said, taking another swig of Cuervo. Growling Sarah walked over to him and knocked the bottle out of his hand, making it land on the floor with a thud.
“You can save her, you know you can. But by being a cowering, whimpering pussy you’re doing nothing. That’s not how your momma raised you, and I know if I were to call her she’d march all the way down here and kick your ass.” She growled in his face and his eyes flashed. He closed his eyes and nodded.
“You’re right, I have to fight. For her, I can’t let her down.” He said and opened his eyes, resolution and determination shone in their inky depths.
“The Terrible Trio is back baby!” Carol yelled and fist pumped in the air. Brandon stood and stretched, giving Sarah a whiff of his bodily odor.
“Ok, after a shower the Terrible Trio will be back.” She said pinching her nostrils together to block out the stench.
“Pssh, you know you love my natural scent.” He said with a slight smirk and Carol snorted.
“Natural scent my ass, that is the scent of rotting animals and ass.” She said and walked out the room with Sarah behind her laughing.

(Brandon’s POV)

 

He hadn’t always sulked around. Oh no. There was once a time when he was happy and carefree, he would joke with his friends, laugh with the children, and playfully flirt with the ladies. That was before he’d met her, before he met the one thing that could dampen his life. Now, in any normal instance, that wouldn’t make sense. This was his mate he would talk about and he’d say it with such disgust. Of course he loved her, but he was hard wired to love her. Before he was born he was programmed to love her and only her the way he could no other woman. To some it was a gift, but to him it was a curse. A trick, an evil trick that mother moon had placed on him because of his wrong doings. Maybe he shouldn’t have punched that kid in the tenth grade who called Sarah fat, maybe he shouldn’t have given that same kid a wedgie for trying to go out with Carol. But he could change none of that, just like he couldn’t change the fact that he had Valerie Simon’s as a mate.
“You’re still not taking that shower!!” Carol yelled through the door making him grin. His friends, Sarah and Carrie, had been his friends since they were in diapers. All of them added something to their friend bowl, that thing that made everyone else see why you were friends. Sarah added her fiery temper, but sweetness to the bowl, Carrie added her loyalty and humor to the bowl, and he… well he added just about everything else. He was charismatic, yet could fuck you up if it came down to that, he was handsome, and he was easygoing. Their bowl was full. He looked around the room that the Georgia pack Alpha had given to him and shook his head. Booze littered the floor along with strappings of clothing and shoes. He’d really thrown his life away. He just couldn’t do it. When the group of rogues attacked he smelled her, the slightest faintest trace of her, but he knew it was her. After that he went on lock down. Her kind was trying to kill his kind, and they were going to stop at nothing. Either way, one of them would be dead. Even though he couldn’t stand her, even though she was an evil cold hearted bitch, even though he was likely to die by her hand… he sighed and shook his head as he stripped his clothing off and walked into the bathroom his room had. He turned the water to its hottest setting and stepped in, enjoying the feel of water cleansing away all the dirt that had gathered on him.
“I’d rather I die than her.”

Chapter 11

(Sarah’s POV)

 

She had a bad feeling as she and Carol walked down the stairs. Her bad feeling was confirmed true when she saw Sammy and Jake staring at each other, Sammy with tears in her eyes. She opened and closed her mouth, her face scrunched up in confusion.
“What are you saying Jake?” She asked, her voice small and scared. Jake put his head down and shook his head.
“I’m saying that I can’t… do this. This is… too much.” He said, his voice breaking slightly. Sarah could tell he was crying, but something glued her to the first stair on the staircase, Carol right beside her.
“I- I don’t understand. What are you-“ He cut her off by looking up at her and gripping her upper arms.
“You know I’m not one, to break promises. I don’t want to hurt you but I need to breathe. At the end of it all, you’re still my best friend. But there’s something inside that I need to release. Which way is right, which way is wrong. How do I say that I need to move on? You know that we headed separate way. And it feels like I am just too close to love you. There’s nothing that I can really say. I can’t lie no more, I can’t hide no more. Got to be true to myself. And it feels like I am just too close to love you. So I’ll be on my way.” He sung to her, his voice rasping with emotion but otherwise beautiful. He fell to his knees and put his head on her stomach, sobbing into her shirt.

“You’re givin’ me more than I can return. Yet there’s oh so much that you deserve. Nothing to say, nothing to do. I’ve nothing to give, I must leave without you. You know we headed separate ways.” He sobbed into her shirt, making her clutch his head closer to her and close her eyes, making more tears flow down. He belted out the chorus and pried himself away from her.

“I can’t stay. And I know what you did. You knew I was going, the baby won’t change anything. I will try to come back, for you. For her. Remember that. Please don’t hate me.” He whispered and stood slowly. He walked past her, whispering his hand amongst her arm. She let out a sob and opened her mouth.
“I won’t forgive you this time. If you walk out the door, don’t bother coming back. I can’t take it anymore.” She whispered her eyes seeming to be an endless waterfall of pain and misery.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered, right before walking out and closing the door with a soft click. Her face scrunched up in sadness and she feel to her knees, sobbing. Suddenly Sarah’s feet weren’t glued to the step, she could move again. And move she did. Molly met her from the kitchen to cradle the crying child.
“What the hell was that about?” Carol mumbled, not