The Courage to Love: The BraveHeart Series Book 2

Chapter Two - Thema

"WATCH YOUR LEFT, DAMMIT!!!!!"

I'm a tired sista...

My plans of vengeance commenced shortly after my rendezvous at BraveHeart Manor. I did exactly what I said I would do, and although my sights aren't set on them at the moment, the BraveHeart tribe will be my coup de grâce. What I have in store for them will make what I did to everyone else look like second-grade math. My swift alliances with rogue Alpha Simeon and Vlad, leader of the feral vampires, was just what I needed to carry out my treacherous plans. The help from the Lycans was a beautiful alliance that I didn't know I needed. I focused on the allies that are most beneficial to BraveHeart, and I know that if he were here, my father would be so proud.

As much as I wanted to continue my plans, I was convinced by my new allies to let things cool down. There was already plenty of damage done, and after a yearlong journey of pillaging, they felt it would be rewarding to the men if they had a break. Much convincing was needed, but I decided to cave in. Hell, I was tired, too. I and my allies made plans to reconvene and attack at the BraveHeart tribe's annual spring festival; when they will be the most vulnerable. The burial of my father pushed me further into oblivion, and I was not the least bit excited about it, but I had those in the legion that I was close to, and that was good enough for me. Since I was forced to take a break, I decided now was a good time for some good old-fashioned one-on-one sparring matches to welcome the new rogues.

I was standing on the rear balcony overlooking a sparring match between a seasoned rogue and some fresh fish when that strange ass feeling washed over me again. It was officially springtime, so the Georgia heat was rearing its face, but something told me that my problem wasn't dehydration. I hadn't felt this shit since that night I killed the Alpha of BraveHeart and his Second-in-Command; the two main people that were truly to blame for my father's death.

I loved my father, and in an alternate universe, I'm sure I'm a complete Daddy's girl, but in actual reality, my life was far from a fucking fairy tale. Granted, there were times when Daddy would do something that was beyond the parameters of his niceness, he's even spoiled me from time to time, but don't be fooled, it always came with a price. I was kept under strict seclusion until I was thirteen, and once I was old enough to train, Daddy poured all of his malice toward his brother into me. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy carrying on my father's legacy of mayhem, but I am honestly getting tired of raising hell.

Training camp was no match for me, but being the rogue Alpha's daughter doesn't mean I had it any easier. I was my father's protégé, meaning I was trained the hardest, and breaks were not included. Even with all that being known, his plan to take over everything BraveHeart came second to none. It wasn't until his death that I was able to get a decent night's sleep without having to worry about waking up at three in the morning to train or run drills. I know that once I am the Alpha Queen, I will be able to get the rest that I deserve.

Suddenly, amid my thinking about my father, the gorgeous man with bronze skin flashed through my mind again. This time, the feeling was so electric that I ended up having to take a step back because it surprised me. I was able to control it while on my journeys, but they've been hitting me like a freight train lately.

"Here we go with this shit again..." Nubia groaned out. We didn't have time for this shit.

I knew, eventually, my mate would come, but I didn't think he would show up in the middle of me carrying out my revenge, and I damn sure didn't expect him to be a part of the tribe that was responsible for my father's death. I quickly dismissed the illicit thoughts that were forming in my mind and focused back on the sparring match that was taking place in front of me.

"LEAD WITH YOUR LEFT, JACOBY!!!!!!!"

Immediately after I delivered my advice, a shirtless Jacoby delivered three powerful left jabs and knocked out the clueless fighter, then he did his infamous handstand on top of the guy's stomach. As he was coming out of the handstand, he grabbed the guy by his torso, flung him through the air, and slammed him down, face first, into the ground. It was obvious who won, but the referee rushed up to Jacoby's side and announced him as the winner anyway. Jacoby threw both of his hands up victoriously as the sweat that covered his perfectly chiseled body glistened in the sun, then he turned in my direction to deliver a wink and licked his lips seductively to let me know that he wanted me.