Beau: Chase Me Not
- Genre: Werewolf
- Author: ambernadith
- Chapters: 12
- Status: Ongoing
- Age Rating: 16+
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Raw, wild and incredibly sexy, that's how Beau is described. He is a dangerous werewolf, dominant and indomitable. And he can't have a mate.Why not?Because he would kill her. This is his curse.But everything changes the night Georgie turned 18. A girl who has been imprisoned for years.A girl who is his mate.A girl he never wants to hurt.**The door closed behind me and | stepped out onto the narrow arcade that ay deserted in front of me. Only a single shadow could be seen.And then there he was. He caught me, pulled me into his arms and hugged me tightly.He grabbed my neck, his mouth close to my ear. Dominant. possessive. My body vibrated under his deep, rumbling growl."Mine."Then, as if a switch had been flipped in his head, his muscles tensed.He gave me a look | never thought | would get. not me "Stay away from me, understood?
Legs waving wildly. Arms rowing wildly through
the water. A body that nevertheless sank into the
depths without anything being done about it. The
pressure that rose. breath escaping. A cry for help
made only of air bubbles. That's what death felt
like - even if you didn't experience it first hand. He
changed us in many ways. He was there in one fell
swoop, without warning. No one could have been
prepared for this moment. There was no guide
telling you what to do in such situations. It just
happened. And there was nothing you could do
That was the world we lived in. A perpetual cycle
of life and death, as Arya would call it. And we all
had to deal with it, no matter what scars it left.
But what if we could have prevented it? What if we
could have turned fate differently, but didn't?
I breathed in the fresh, cool autumn air and
enjoyed the light breeze that blew through my
night-black hair as I walked through the dense
undergrowth of the coniferous forest. Twigs
crackled under my pretty, high-heeled booties,
branches brushed my body and the soft hoot of an
owl filled the night. All of this reminded me that I
was no longer underground, hidden deep in the
dark cells of the underworld.
My heart clenched at the memory. No, the tight
bonds of my former imprisonment in the deep
dungeons of Hades' underworld were broken and
the fate of my life lay in my hands for the first
time. Never again would anyone humiliate me so
badly, break me so badly. I had sworn that promise
to myself the moment Zaira freed me and all the
other healer werewolves from the Underworld
three solar orbits ago. And I did everything I could
to keep that promise. I only wish she had come two
laps earlier. Then this terrible night might have
gone differently. just maybe. The loud bass was the first clue that let me know
that Isaac's late grandfather's cabin was nearby. It
was the perfect place to host late-night parties like
this, for it was on the edge of the Moonwater
packing compound, right on a loophole from the
hour-long patrols, and thus mostly secret from the
watchful eyes of the werewolf soldiers. And I
turned out to be right, because only a few minutes
later I spotted the big stone house with the pretty
I adjusted my black tight dress and retouched my
red lipstick before climbing the porch steps. I had
only come across the miracle of make-up at the
last solar orbit, when the prom of the then newly
recruited soldiers was taking place, and since then
I had never wanted to do without it. I loved it. The
many variations on how I could make my face
look, how I could play with it. It was just fun for
me, as well as dressing nicely. My hands clutched
the fabric as I thought of how dark and gloomy it
had been in the caves of the underworld. How cold
and gray; nothing had radiated life. Nothing had brought me joy, everything was just monotonous,
desolate and promised undisguised pain. I closed
my eyes and squeezed them tight to keep the
demons at bay. I wasn't that girl anymore,
periodically rocking back and forth in fear and
loneliness, withdrawn to the farthest corner of my
cell. No, my life looked different now. Full of
colors - full of possibilities. Full oflife .
The door jerked open and I was abruptly
catapulted back into the here and now. I blinked.
"Georgie! I was wondering when you were coming!â€™
With a bright smile and sky-blue skirt flapping,
Blair ran over to me and gave me a big hug,
spilling the drink in her hand.
All gloomy thoughts vanished in one fell swoop
and I laughed and hugged her back. Blair was
adorable. Bright blue eyes, a small snub nose and a
funny, sweet character whose quick wit was
mostly hidden behind modest clothing. Her heart
was pure gold, perfectly good. She was the first to come up to me after I was accepted into the
Moonwater pack and gave me a warm hug,
determined to be my best friend.
'I came as quickly as I could. Had an extra training
session with Arya. I told her laughing as I hugged
her back. Blair squeezed me tight, then pulled away from
me. She rolled her eyes, but the smile stayed on her
lips - she just knew how much I loved the hours
with Arya. "Just training in your head, what am I
supposed to do with you?"
"Maybe give me one of those drinks, too?" Because
I smelled Blair's little flag and noticed her slightly
clumsy footsteps as well. Grinning, I hooked my
arm into hers and we ran up the stairs together.
My sweet friend was in the same daily soldier
training group as [ was that all senior Gamma
Werewolves were required to attend. The only
difference was that she actually had the scent of a
higher rank in the Gamma order, while I was more
of a subservient Gamma wolf female, much lower
in the pack rank than she. Nonetheless, I was in
her class. Allowing me into senior year had been a
delicate decision, and more than one of the beta
officers had objected to disregarding the pack's
So the fact that I didn't want to stick to my rank was a thorn in the side of some. A werewolf in
particular . A small growl escaped me as
remembered how Beau had refused to let me train.
And that without knowing how much Hades had
really broken me. If he ever knew how deeply
Hades had damaged me, he would never let me
My stomach clenched. Beau would never know my
secret, I would see to that. Besides, I made a
promise to myself that night. And I would do
anything not to break it. Even if that meant
rebelling against hierarchy and a certain
I wagged my eyebrows. "You know I'm always up
for a joke."
Now she was grinning too. Oh yeah, we've thrown
a lot of parties like this and had a lot of fun. And
we got off scot-free every time. "Is correct. Man,
you wouldn't believe how much Heather and
Kaylee have been drinking. Before I smelled you,
they were dancing on the counter.â€
I laughed. Heather and Kaylee were unbeatable in
their art of getting as close as possible as quickly
as possible while doing the most legendary things
- so fun was inevitable. Then, with a conspiratorial
sideways glance, I asked her, "Is Tiam there yet?"
Her cheeks immediately turned red and she bit her
lip. "Its possible."
My mouth twisted into a mischievous grin. tiam .
Young Gamma Soldier, scenting a future Beta; the
absolute heartthrob so. Also, lately he had his eye
on my somewhat shy, kind-hearted friend Blair,
who he was very fond of. I'd catch her accidentally
glancing over at him during our practice sessions
just as the boys were taking their shirts off when
they were too hot. I wagged my eyebrows. "Well, if
that's the case, let's get the bottle rolling."
"Oh no! No more spin the bottle. Blair objected, raising his hand, stopping me from opening the
door with a shake of his head. She looked at me
meaningfully. "Besides, Isaac is here, too." It was
her turn to grin. "He's already asked about you."
I chuckled and rolled my eyes, smiling. "Oh come
on, how many times more Blair. Isaac and I are just
"Aaaaaaaah" She drew out the word and her grin
widened as if she wouldn't buy that fact for a
minute. "Georgie, come on, Isaac's into you!"
I sighed because yes, Blair was right. I wasn't blind
or dumb as a kid, I knew Isaac was interested in
me. But Isaac was just ... well Isaac . My friend,
who I could trust implicitly, was always nice to me
and, along with Blair, was the first person to take
me under his wing to introduce me to pack life.
But even if I liked him, really liked, wasn't there
anymore. There was no tingling when he looked at
me, there were no butterflies that flew wildly
when he touched me, when his lips touched mine. I felt comfortable around him, yes he was sweet and
funny and would never hurt me. But we would also
never become more than good friends who
occasionally had something to do with each other.
â€˜Why don't you want to try it with him? Who
knows, Blair shrugged, 'he might be the one. After
all, you will soon make 18 solar orbits. Isaac may
well turn out to be your mate.â€
"Hmm..." I doubted that. How could Isaac be my
mate if I didn't feel anything for him? He didn't
dress me up, not like anyone else. As if I needed
nothing more than himthinking, my heart beat a
beat faster. Oh no, my feelings for Isaac were mere
breath compared to that one werewolf. Those
midnight green eyes, that clenched jaw and that
deep, husky voice that always had a hint of anger
in it. A certain beta wolf who wouldn't let anyone
get too close, and yet I'd peeked behind the angry
mask before and seen a softer side of him for a
whiff of a second. I wanted to break this wall in
two. I wanted to see if there was more; more of this man hiding behind his icy layer. Find out more
about this wolf who didn't let me forget for a
minute that he didn't think I was a soldier. Blair was already reaching for the doorknob when
I cut her off. "Who is here?"
"Just our pack, like always," she assured me. "Isaac
and Tiam sent the invitations under secret, as
I nodded and calmed myself down. No one outside
of my pack would see me, everything was normal â€”
so don't panic Georgie . My red-painted fingernails
flashed as I gripped the doorknob. "Then let's go
Cheers, laughter and loud music greeted us as
soon as we entered the large stone house. There
was dancing, cups and goblets with
strong-smelling liquid passed around and I would
say that the majority of my pack mates were
Blair was leading me through the tightly packed
and dancing crowd as I smiled and hugged
everyone who greeted me when an arm suddenly wrapped around me.
"Hey, Georgie." Isaac pulled me to his side and
handed me a mug. "Here for you."
â€œThank you." I accepted the drink and smiled over
the rim at him as I took a sip. I closed my eyes in
relish as the alcohol left a warm trail in my throat.
Isaacs winked at me and pulled me a little closer.
"Always, my dear."
I laughed at the stupid nickname as he steered me
and Blair across the room to our regular couch.
â€˜Well, truth, deed or drink. Blair asked loudly over
the music when we were all seated.
"It's truth, action, or risk , sweetie," corrected Tiam
teasingly. As casual as ever, he sat in the armchair
and, like all four of us, held one of those mugs that
was filled with some strong alcoholic beverage.
His brown hair stood up in all directions, which
didn't detract from his good looks in the least. He didn't detract from his good looks in the least. He
was the Casanova of our year, as was Isaac, who
shared the couch with me.
Blair, sitting across from me and Isaac, rolled her
eyes and tossed her pretty strawberry blonde hair
over her shoulders. â€œI take truth. Who's asking me
Isaac, who had taken a long gulp of his drink,
laughed. "Come on, not again! You always take
I crossed my legs and playfully nudged Isaac in the
side. "Oh, and now that's a crime, isn't it?"
"No it is not. I'm going to ask her a question,â€ Tiam
said, and then leaned forward, closer to her, with a
wicked smile. "Tell me, sweet Blair, what is it that
you desire most?" One corner of his mouth lifted a
little more. "Or who ?"
You'd have to be color blind not to see the dark
discoloration on my friend's cheeks, but she discoloration on my friend's cheeks, but she
managed to keep her eyes on him and faced him
boldly. "Well, that I'll be on the list tomorrow, of
As if by pressing a button, my stomach knotted
and a nervous tingling buzzed through my body.
The list . All four of us were in the same year,
trained together in the same group and tomorrow
would get along who would be admitted to the
final examination from our year. Calmly, Tiam leaned back in the chair while my
feet swayed restlessly back and forth. â€˜We'll all be
into it anyway. Why worry needlessly?â€™
"Of course," agreed Isaac Tiam calmly, toasting us
all loudly with his mug.
I returned the gesture, but my throat was tight. I
didn't miss Blair's sensitive look, which she gave
me briefly. She knew exactly how much I dreaded
tomorrow. Of course Tiam, Blair and Isaac would
be admitted to the senior year, after all they were
three of the best of the year. But to say that it
affected me as well would be an absolute lie. I
wasn't the best in our year by far. While I'd made a
lot of progress in the last three orbits of the sun
here in the Moonwater Pack, and I'd gotten better
every day I spent with Arya, I was still miles
behind all the Moonwater werewolves who'd been
at nothing since childhood other than running
and hunting in open country. In comparison, if
you only knew your own four cell walls, there was
alot to catch up on. So no, I wasn'tlogical on the
list. Still, I wouldn't give upâ€”this one terrible night couldn't be allowed to happen again. No
"Oh, that's my favorite song!" Blair exclaimed,
snapping me out of my thoughts. Swaying and full
of vigour, she stood up and staggered slightly,
causing Tiam to almost jump up and support her.
With a satisfied expression, he said, "Well then,
let's shake a leg."
Blair, looking like she'd had a drink or two too
many and looked slightly flushed as she leaned
into Tiam to let him lead me onto the dance floor.
Isaac, not noticing my tension, dropped his arm
onto my shoulders and rubbed my bare upper arm
up and down. With a lazy smile, he leaned closer to
me and whispered, "Here we are alone again."
My red lips curled into a smile and I turned to face
him, our lips almost touching. "And what does that
"Hm, I don't know..." He pressed his muscular
thigh against mine and his hazel eyes shone. "You
tell me, love."
A soft laugh escaped me and I shook my head. "I
don't know, Isaac..."
â€œWhy?â€ His fingers trailed up my upper arm,
drawing little circles on my shoulder.
I hesitated. Isaac and I didn't always get along.
Most of the time we only shared more intimate
pleasures when we both had been drinking heavily
or felt a strong need to do so. But otherwise we
remained friends, especially when it came to the
public. I shook off his fingers but gave him a warm
look. "You know our deal."
He shrugged his shoulders. "We could change
I almost choked on the drink as I sipped it. I looked
at him with wide eyes. "Isaac, I don't know what-"
â€œWho said we couldn't add some new rules. Or
abolish old ones,â€ he objected, his eyes never
I put my hand on his forearm to take the edge off
my next words as my heart pounded fast against
my chest. Isaac was my friend, I didn't want to
hurt him. "Listen, Isaac, we-" I stopped abruptly in
mid-sentence, scenting something. "Who...?"
Everything about Isaac tensed and he cursed. "Oh
"Isaac, who's coming?" My pulse quickened as I
smelled the scent of strange packmates. "You said
only our pack would be here."
"I don't know." Isaac ran a hand through his hair,
stressed. "Wait, I'll take care of that."
He was about to get up when I tightened my grip
on his arm and held him back. My fingers dug into
his skin. "Isaac!" I eyed him intently and spoke
softly but clearly, unable to help the slight shrill
undertone in my voice. "No one can see me here."
His expression turned serious. "I know. That won't
happen either, I promise.â€ With that, he stood up
and was about to punch his way through the
crowd when the door slammed open.
The loud level that had prevailed in the hut fell
silent for a moment, until all my pack members
greeted the new arrivals with great joy and
welcomed them. They were girls from the adjacent
Then the music was cranked up again and the
party easily got back into full swing. Everyone
seemed to think nothing of it, everyone except me.
Isaac turned to me with a contrite expression on
his face and looked concerned. â€œSorry shit Georgie,
but I didn't know they were coming. Otherwise I
would have told you straight away!"
Oh, holy moon goddess . "Shit!" I jumped to my
feet, pushing my way through the crowd with my
"Wait, Georgie!" Isaac called after me, but I ignored
him. Ah, what a mess! Crap, crap, crap! I kept my
eyes down all the time, trying to maneuver my way
through the people as best I could, but I didn't
succeed too well. I was jostled, an elbow dug into
my left side and a goblet spilled down my back. But
none of that mattered to me as long as no one
looked into my eyes and saw the blunt truth held
in them. Otherwise I would betray my entire
family. again . The murky memories were already surfacing, and
with them the everlasting, painful feeling of guilt.
But I hastily slapped her aside, blinking away the
tears that were rising.
Everything would be fine. Not so bad, Georgie.
Taking a deep breath, I kept my focus on the floor
and pushed through all the sweaty bodies when I
heard her. Every single word of it. And all my
worries were wiped away in one fell swoop.
"Rate them from one to ten." It came from one of
the Riverfall girls.
"Oh my god, how is that even supposed to work?!
They all look so hot!â€ replied another.
â€œMan, I wish I was born in the Moonwater pack
too. Then I could look at these hot officers every
day. I just rolled my eyes at that answer as I kept trying
to make a way to the door.
â€œI swear to you, every time I see one of them at the
border, my mouth almost waters. Especially at
I frowned and growled at someone who spilled
another drink on me. Real Hawkings? Well, I had
to admit, the senior gamma officer who oversaw
the training of soldiers wasn't bad looking. But the
fact that all the girls in my group couldn't take
their amorous looks away from him and the drool
was almost running out of their mouths made
Hawkings completely unattractive to me.
"Sam!" one of the girls exclaimed.
"What, he's got an incredible body and he's funny
too!" defended the girl named Sam. â€œWell, who do
you find to bite? What about Beau?â€
Without stopping my reaction, my head snapped
up and I stared at her through the crowd. Pretty
blond hair, a slim figure and a beautiful face. A
growl made its way up my throat.
"Oh Holy Mother Moon, that's like a ten!" She
'He's handsome, but,â€™ Sam shook himself, 'T almost
pee my pants around him. One look from that and
I'd crawl away."
"She's right." The black-haired grimaced. â€œBeau
may be hot, but have you seen him before? His wolf
is almost always on the surface. He's far too
aggressive, in my opinion, I'd much prefer Xenos."
My hands clenched into fists, but maybe they
weren't so wrong after all. Beau was dark,
dangerous, and very irritable. It would be best if
you gave him a wide berth. Still, not a day went by
that I didn't remember it; to the night of the prom
of the last sun orbit. I'd been in the pack for one
sun orbit when I plucked up the courage to ask
him to take me to prom. Of course I knew I was
only seventeen and Beau much older - but that
hadn't stopped me. I might have been young, but I
was long past childhood and teenage years.
Growing up in a prison full of torture, one quickly
That night Beau wasn't harsh, nor was he angry.
Almost gently he brushed a strand of my hair away
from my face and touched my cheek briefly -
before he disappeared into the forest. It was one of
those rare moments that I kept like treasures
"Just make sure you don't say that in front of Arya
or you'll run out of eyes," Blondie said.
1 blinked and turned back to the door, which I had
almost reached when it suddenly flew open with a
The conversations stopped immediately and
everyone stared at the three dark silhouettes in the
"The party's over!" Hawkings yelled. "Now finally
turn off that damn music!"
It was like the whole room was holding its breath.
My heart was racing and blood was pounding in
my ears. Oh man, I was so done. Still with my head
down, I didn't move an inch. Now only prayer
would help. Praying I wouldn't be spotted and
could sneak away quietly.
But puff cake, that wish was shattered the moment
I heard a dark, angry growl that gave way to a
growl and froze. Oh no...
Slowly, very slowly, I lifted my head just enough to
look up and that's when I saw him. He stood there,
legs apart, his hands clenched into fists and his
expression twisted into an angry grimace. But that
wasn't what made my blood run cold. It was his
look. His piercing gaze, which was aimed directly
That was not good. Not good at all. I watched the
forest floor so as not to stumble again - which
wasn't easy in heels - as Beau pulled me furiously
further and further into the pine forest with a firm
grip. He led me straight to the healer werewolf
camp, where I lived in a small stone house.
"Beau, slow down!" Even though I'd only had one
drink, I could feel the alcohol spreading through
my body, making it harder and harder to keep up
with it. In any other circumstance, I would have
done the hell to let Beau know, but as it was, I had
to focus all of my concentration on not falling flat
on his face before him and on getting even more
into the predicament I was in already was. Though
his grip wasn't quite as tight, I could feel his
unbridled anger. Head forward, he didn't look at
me once while his mouth remained sealed. I didn't