Whoopsie Daisy
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I close my eyes and tilt my head, soaking in the scent I’ve been craving for almost two months. The scent I thought I would never smell again. The scent I have been aching for since the day she left—taken away from me by that disgrace of a man. Blaze and I have been working tirelessly to find him, dreaming of the day we get to make him pay for everything he has done.
My head sways side to side as I stand there absorbing every molecule of her scent with my eyes closed, my beast scratching at the surface. I’m drowning in a shit-storm of feelings—pain, anger, desire, sadness, confusion, concern, shame, relief and happiness. You name it, I’m feeling it. It’s too much emotion for me to control.
My breathing deepens. I open my now icy blue eyes and my head jerks to the side. Blaze comes and stands on the other side of me, also struggling for control over his beast. Something draws our attention to the tree line, which is illuminated by the moon. Her scent is getting stronger, but I also smell something else. A coppery scent that can only be one thing fills the air: blood.
My beast wants to shift. He wants to run and destroy any living thing within a hundred kilometres. Friend or foe.
Everyone senses my lack of control over my beast and they stay back as I skulk towards the trees—all except for Blaze. His beast is emanating the same dangerous energy. I turn my head towards Blaze and let out a threatening growl—a warning to Blaze that she is mine.
She hasn’t chosen me, and I don’t know if she’ll ever even want to look at me again, but my beast doesn’t care. My beast is primal. My beast doesn’t care about human logic or relationships, and my beast definitely doesn’t share. In my beast’s eyes, she belongs to me and will only be by my side. My beast also doesn’t appreciate being kept under control for so many years and is releasing a lot of pent up energy.
I’m not surprised when Blaze lets out his own threatening growl and continues towards the trees, unfazed by my threat. We, including our beasts, are equals; he would never submit to me. We hold the same rank, both being alphas of strong alpha bloodlines. Although we have different strengths and weaknesses, we are both equally powerful. I don’t know which one of us would win in a fight—maybe neither of us would. However, I know that I will try to kill him if my beast takes full control, particularly if he tries to get in between my beast and its mate. My beast refuses to lose her again.
We continue walking towards the scent that is captivating every cell in our bodies and drawing us closer. My beast stirs more as the scent gets stronger. We’re getting so close I can almost taste the blood. I can almost taste… her.
I lift my nose to sniff the air again just as a bloody figure appears amongst the pine trees, popping in and out of the shadows as she moves closer. Blaze and I lock in on her and pick up our pace. As the three of us near each other, Blaze lets out a muffled whimper with a look of confusion and anger crossing his face. I furrow my brows at Blaze, who keeps his focus on the figure ahead of us, maintaining his pace.
I return my gaze to the figure in the trees, looking for the cause of Blazes reaction, exploring every detail as she walks out from the trees with the moonlight casting a spotlight on her. My beautiful Kitten’s clothes are tattered and torn. Dirt and blood covering her from head to toe. Her hair is a breathtaking combination of platinum blonde and dark charcoal, matted with twigs and leaves. She looks like she has been living in the forest for months. I focus on her face and see one icy blue eye and one vibrant, shimmering green eye. Her beast must be trying to take control, although she doesn’t appear to be fighting to hold it back.
She is focussed, emotionally detached. She doesn’t seem weak or in pain, which is surprising considering her dishevelled appearance. I scan her body looking for signs of injury but find nothing. The blood doesn’t appear to be hers.
That’s when I notice it—the reason for Blaze’s slight reaction. I take a sharp breath in and slowly exhale, furrowing my brows.
She’s carrying something in her right hand. Something bloody.
Down!
As soon as the word pierces my mind, I drop to one knee with my head tilted towards the ground. I glance around at everyone else and notice everyone is in the same position—all of us, kneeling on one knee, staring at the ground in front of us, unable to speak.
Indeed, an odd scene to anyone witnessing it. The large snow-covered yard scattered with semi- and fully naked bodies kneeling, perfectly illuminated by the moonlight as snowflakes dance through the air. Another inch of snow on the ground and our naughty bits would make some unique snow angels. Yet none of us flinch; we don’t even shiver. We all hold our position as if locked into place.
To most, the power radiating off of her would be intimidating or, in the case of alphas and Royals, offensive and a threat to their position. That’s not the case for me. In fact, I find myself even more attracted to her as her power radiates through every cell in my body.
Her footsteps get closer to where Blaze and I kneel, her pace remaining steady. I glimpse her feet as she passes in front of us, startled by a sudden thud as she continues walking past.
I silently gasp at the sight before me, my breath catching.
There it is on the ground in front of us, planted in the snow with his soulless eyes staring directly at us—a face we never thought we would see again. A ghost.
About the Author
C. Sunrise regained her childhood passion for writing after reading, and eventually writing, stories on an interactive app. However, she felt her stories weren’t reaching their full potential because of platform limitations. She then turned her attention to writing stories in a more traditional format—a learning curve met head on thanks to inspiration and support from the writing community.
She is a fan of plot twists and distorting the known, making you second guess everything. Although she doesn’t have a favourite genre, her current writings fall under the genres of paranormal, paranormal-romance, and psychological thriller.
Whoopsie Daisy is her first novel published, followed by Hidden Peaks and the sequel to Whoopsie Daisy (Queen of the Beasts). Early drafts of these first three stories gained a faithful following on various story platforms and gave her the encouragement to rewrite the stories for publication. Throughout this process, she met lots of amazing people in the writing community and will be forever grateful to them for being a part of this journey.
C. Sunrise enjoys much about the writing process, but cringes when having to write bios, summaries, and dedications as she finds these to be the most challenging things to write. So on that note, we will end the bio here and publish it before she tries to edit it for the hundredth time.
“Each day brings with it new experiences and opportunities to enjoy the world around us, open our minds, and expand our thinking.”
~ C. Sunrise
Books by C. Sunrise
Hidden Peaks: A Blessing and a Curse
(Book 1 of the Hidden Peaks series)
The Bloodlust Princess
(Book 2 of the Hidden Peaks series)
Whoopsie Daisy
(Book 1 of the Whoopsie Daisy series)
Queen of the Beasts
(Book 2 of the Whoopsie Daisy series)
The Cage
(Book 3 of the Whoopsie Daisy series)
Visit my website: https://csunrise.wixsite.com/stories
Acknowledgement and Dedication
I would like to thank the entire writing community for the support and inspiration you’ve shown me as I ventured on this writing journey. My stories likely wouldn’t have seen the light of day without such a wonderful, supportive community. With a specific thank you to Michelle and Hana for their support of this book from day one, and your friendship which made this journey that much more enjoyable.
Thank you to my family, friends, and fur babies. Although at the time of writing this you had no idea I was publishing novels, you unwittingly provided me with the love and support needed to encourage my writing.
Thank you to everyone who is reading t
his story and to those who have read my other stories. I cannot begin to tell you how much I appreciate it. I have a special bond with my characters and it brings me great happiness to share their stories with you and know they’re making their way into the hearts of readers like you.
I dedicate this book to all those people out there who, for whatever reason, haven’t had the courage to chase their dreams. I hope that my journey into the world of writing inspires and motivates you to take the first step towards chasing your dreams too.