I didn’t say anything to the guys, though. There was no sense in spoiling Fallon’s fun.Ghost spoke around a mouthful of ramen. “My spies in Vladimir’s pack are reporting small uprisings among some of the townspeople. Apparently, they’ve been moved by all that you’ve done for them. Pretty unhappy Vl
Damon’s voice dropped low. “Makes sense. Anastasia’s mother raises her to conceal her ability at all costs and trains her to lie like an expert. Years later, she fakes her own death. We assumed these were for protection from Vladimir, but that’s quite a lot of hoops to jump through for one man. She
AnastasiaThe scent of caramel and whiskey grew, melting into a mouthwatering concoction that made my pussy ache. I forced my eyes open and frowned. “This isn’t my room.”“No,” He kicked the door shut. “It’s mine.”I made a sound of confusion, which he dutifully ignored, and instead placed me in his
The pistachio muffin in my stomach turned to stone.I didn’t even have time to process it before a familiar, hushed voice slipped straight into my skull.“Someone has a secret. What would your husband think?”I jumped and growled under my breath. “Show yourself you shadow-dwelling freak.”Ghost popp
“Ah, we will in a minute,” Ghost replied, a smile teasing at the edges of his voice.My hand tightened around the envelope, my heart thudding in my chest. Caius stood to his full height and tipped his head to the side. I marveled at the shades of gold woven within his hair and eyes, reflected upon t
Anastasia If you were to have asked me to pinpoint the moment my life fell apart and the world that I knew came crashing down in an explosion of shattered hopes, wishes, and dreams, I would’ve said it started the day my father called me into his office. As the Alpha of our large pack, located alon
Anastasia Three Years Later “Butterfly, you’re up!” Neeve, tonight’s manager, called from within the club. I stood from my dressing table and leaned across the sea of eyeshadow pallets, lip glosses, stage paint, and body sprays, to check my make-up in the mirror. A shimmery azure powder coated m
Anastasia The car’s engine was a low hum, a purr that skated along my skin and left me tingling as I cruised down the highway. Or maybe it was the adrenaline. I hadn’t started my career as a dancer by lifting cars and robbing my customers. It was something I sort of fell into. A hobby, if you wi
“Ah, we will in a minute,” Ghost replied, a smile teasing at the edges of his voice.My hand tightened around the envelope, my heart thudding in my chest. Caius stood to his full height and tipped his head to the side. I marveled at the shades of gold woven within his hair and eyes, reflected upon t
The pistachio muffin in my stomach turned to stone.I didn’t even have time to process it before a familiar, hushed voice slipped straight into my skull.“Someone has a secret. What would your husband think?”I jumped and growled under my breath. “Show yourself you shadow-dwelling freak.”Ghost popp
AnastasiaThe scent of caramel and whiskey grew, melting into a mouthwatering concoction that made my pussy ache. I forced my eyes open and frowned. “This isn’t my room.”“No,” He kicked the door shut. “It’s mine.”I made a sound of confusion, which he dutifully ignored, and instead placed me in his
Damon’s voice dropped low. “Makes sense. Anastasia’s mother raises her to conceal her ability at all costs and trains her to lie like an expert. Years later, she fakes her own death. We assumed these were for protection from Vladimir, but that’s quite a lot of hoops to jump through for one man. She
I didn’t say anything to the guys, though. There was no sense in spoiling Fallon’s fun.Ghost spoke around a mouthful of ramen. “My spies in Vladimir’s pack are reporting small uprisings among some of the townspeople. Apparently, they’ve been moved by all that you’ve done for them. Pretty unhappy Vl
AnastasiaI padded into the kitchen, my socks sliding along the floor. The scent of sesame oil and soy sauce clung to the air, a welcome distraction from the thoughts gnawing at the edges of my mind. The takeout bags sat on the counter, still warm, and I already knew which one was mine. He’d gotten
“You were made to be mine.” I tore the robe from her body and relished the sound of fabric splitting. Grabbing her wrists, I pinned them behind her back and flipped her around so that her back was flush against my chest. Sweeping an arm out, I cleared my desk of everything, earning a gasp from Anast
I kept moving, my senses stretched as far as they could go. A soft shuffle, nearly undetectable, had me turning left. I continued to follow the hall, turned again, then stopped when I saw her.At the very end of the hallway, bathed in shadows and pale slants of moonlight, was my wife. She was hardly
CaiusUpon returning home, I had one of the few remaining staff draw Anastasia a bath. The woman spent most of her time in there. Not that I paid much attention.Only I did.I told myself it didn’t matter. That I wasn’t counting the minutes she spent in there, listening for the hum of that fucking t