Every other weekend was the same. Xavier would meet his father outside of the Dire Lake University of Psychiatric Wellness, and they’d spend two heart wrenching hours, walking on eggshells while they visited his mother, Renata.If they were lucky.It seemed that they might be today. Her eyes were clear, and her smile came easily. She seemed at least partly interested in what August had to say, as he recounted the boring surface-level information he always brought with him from the Pack.If her attention seemed to fade in and out of focus as his father droned on, Xavier didn’t blame her. After all, what did she care about who had just had a baby, or gotten married, or graduated from whatever, when she couldn’t stand to be outside of these walls long enough to enjoy it.After Sophia had died, the despondency had almost immediately set in. She’s become listless and apathetic, wringing joy from nothing and no one. At first, her father had chalked it up to her particular brand of grieving.
“What if I just give you the rest of the money you need? Then you won’t have to worry about being tied to the club anymore.” Ava was momentarily at a loss for words. It was already surreal enough having Noah in her bedroom that she could barely think. His large body positively filled up the space to the point of nearly being absurd. She found herself hyper-aware of his every movement as if she were a high schooler sneaking around with her secret dalliances again. After letting her visit with Aiden slide, Bella had put the kibosh on unnecessary off-premises visits. Ava understood that it was for her safety, but that didn’t stop her from fretting at the thought of Noah dropping their contract because of the inconvenience. Imagine her surprise, and terror, when he instead offered to keep their meetings inside of the club. The only male who’d been in her private room before now had been the still-curiously absent Dylan. And, despite his roguish advances, his presence h
She didn’t think, once again letting her instincts take over as she leaned forward, taking Noah’s lips with her own. He responded in kind, peppering her lips with sweet, soft kisses that quickly deepened into deep, penetrating caresses when Ava slid her hand down Noah’s chest.“Noah,” Ava pulled back, the apprehension and need warring within her making her voice small. She cleared her throat and tried again. “Noah, I’ve never….”His eyebrows rose, prompting her to continue. “I know that’s probably surprising considering I, uh, live and work in a brothel, but it’s just never….”Noah closed the distance between them with another one of those sweet, hungry kisses. When he pulled back, he ran a hand down her cheek, “There’s no rush, Ava. There’s never any rush with me.”She nodded for him to continue, and he did, pressing small kisses down her jaw until he came to a small scar she’d gotten years ago. He flicked it playfully with his tongue, causing her to giggle and moan at the same time.
The knock at her office door drew Bella out of the monotonous sea of production reports she’d been entrenched in all morning. Building her own little piece of heaven within the Alliance had been thrilling, but dammit if maintaining it weren’t boring as hell. “Come in.” She was momentarily relieved to have a reason to close her laptop, but the feeling quickly evaporated as soon as Noah Thomas stepped through her door. Bella remained seated and made sure that none of the apprehension she felt showed on her face.That was one of the first things she’d learned as an adolescent wading through the cesspit that was the Alliance’s Elite underbelly; powerful males despised equally powerful women, true, but they were still inclined to respect them. This Noah Thomas was a six feet five question mark, but if there was one thing about him that was abundantly clear, it was that he was a powerful male.“Mr. Thomas,” she said in greeting. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”He walked up to her
Bella knew she’d done the right thing by Ava, but there was no way that she could keep such an enormous secret from her boss. She had the sense to wait until Noah had cleared Ava’s belongings out of the club and successfully absconded with the girl before she picked up the phone. The longer she waited to tell Xavier that Ava was no longer inside of the club, the worse the consequences would be for all of them. The line rang for longer than it should have. Bella momentarily entertained the thought of simply leaving Xavier a voice message, explaining everything that had happened. Then, she could clear her conscience without having to witness the male’s imminent meltdown for just a bit longer. As with most wistful thoughts that were too good to be true, the hope dissipated when Xavier picked up on the seventh or eighth ring. “Xavier Michaels.” His voice was low and staticky over the line as if the connection was only seconds from dropping. “Mr. Michaels, this is
Xavier had barely begun to fully process the first call he’d just finished with Bella before his phone began ringing again. When he looked down at the screen, it read as a private number, but given the fact that he was currently trekking through the backwoods of West Virginia, it was a wonder he was getting service at all. He was reticent to pick up the phone after the call he’d just had. His emotions were too ragged for Xavier to hold a normal conversation right now, his nerves too raw. Bella’s words had been a hard pill to swallow, especially coming right on the heels of his own mother’s similar admonishment. Xavier had fucked up. He knew that now, and if he were ever fucking honest with himself, he knew that he’d been fumbling the situation with Ava for a long time. He thought he’d had his reasons for keeping her in the club and having her earn her way out, but the plan was less than airtight. He was ashamed to admit it now, but he’d thought that the experience wou
To the naked eye, the small campsite didn’t look like much. A couple of utility tents sat abandoned around an empty fire pit. Normally, their most prominent cause for concern would be the roughly half-dozen discarded beer bottles lying haphazardly around the area. The site looked for all the world like a few careless hikers had strode too far into the woods and simply stepped out to take a leak. It certainly didn’t look like evidence of a conspiracy that could throw hundreds of years’ worth of collaboration down the drain. But, make no mistake, that was exactly what this was. Xavier scented the faint tracings of at least one Wolf that had used this campsite sometime in the not-too-recent past. Since this land was private property and too far out to be used for recreation purposes anyway, there shouldn’t be traces of anyone here. Especially not any Wolves. “Shit. The ashes are still warm.” Xavier turned to find Liam kneeling next to the empty firepit. The male’s fingers
Ava’s jaw dropped open as they rounded the final bend in the long, winding, private driveway, revealing a large A-frame cabin sitting along the bank of a pristine lake. The home was nothing if not majestic, comprised as it was of thick stacked timber logs that ended in a gorgeous cobblestone foundation. Several sets of floor-to-ceiling windows made up the front and back faces of the building. And, best of all, it was surrounded by thick woodlands, making it as private as possible. “Welcome to Shady Oak,” Noah said. “The town, not the house. Although, I think the lake might be called Shady Oak, too, but don’t quote me on that.” Ava turned to him, not bothering to hide how stunned she was, “Is this where you live?” In the admittedly short amount of time that they’d known one another, Ava and Noah had only ever met at the club or in public venues. If pressed for an answer, she’d have guessed that he either had an apartment in Rochester or a home in one of the ritzy ne
The helicopters hovered above the arena as long dark ropes unfurled from the gaping voids of their cockpits, and soldiers in white began to descend into the Trial grounds. The largest chopper in the group tilted downward, and Xavier watched in horror as gun turrets descended from the vehicle’s hull.Just as he shouted a warning, it was drowned out by the spray of rapid machine-gun fire that bathed the stands where his people, his allies, his mate stood watching on in bewildered shock. It was a stroke of luck and good fortune that Emmaline and Marnie Adair had insisted on attending the Trial along with several other representatives from their coven.The witches were quick to respond, throwing up glimmering shields that did an excellent job of deflecting the rain of bullets, sending them careening off to join the hundreds of other projectiles currently reducing the two-hundred-year-old structure to little more than kindling.Xavier roared his fury and shifted, sna
The weeks leading up to the next month’s Blue Moon and the Trial by Combat scheduled for that night went by surprisingly quickly and quietly. The calm before the storm.Ava, for her part, spent most of that time talking, getting to know as much as she could about her newfound allies. There was a host of information that the spellcasters and the shapeshifters had to bring to the table; doors that she had never known were there to open. Her analytical tactician's mind was thoroughly stimulated at the influx of new information.She had to be thankful that Marnie and Emmaline’s coven had deemed their cause worth investing their time and resources into. And the Selkies? Ava was under no naïve misconception that their involvement was due to anything less than desperation. It just so happened that desperation was as good a motivator as any.Slowly, ever so carefully, Ava worked with Emmaline, Marnie, and the Selkie diplomats to covertly spread the word of th
“The nerve of you is astounding, Adair. What, pray tell, did you think you would accomplish by bringing them here?”The hostile vibe Ava had picked up even from a dozen yards away and through several inches of bulletproof glass somehow didn’t manage to improve by coming into close proximity to the…finfolk? The Selkies, Marnie had called them. People who could turn into seals.It seemed ridiculous, given her own circumstances, that…well, anything really, could surprise her at this point. And, to be fair, it wasn’t the existence of seal people that was currently throwing her for a loop; it was being hit, once again, with the staggering realization of just how little she actually knew about the world around her, her own wider community.And it wasn’t just Ava, either. Through their bond, she could feel Xavier’s mind whirring, struggling to quickly process the new influx of information. Even now, after all this time,
“Alright, alright, shock aside, this is good for us, right?”“That we’re so out of touch that we didn’t even know that there’s an ancient order of witches ruling the world?” “I’m having a hard time tracking your logic, sweets.”“First, to be clear, the institution is ancient, not the witches,” “Well, save for a few that I can think of, but none that we know personally.”“All that aside,” Ava reiterated through gritted teeth. “We all want the same thing! We came here looking for allies to start a new society, and here you all already have irrefutable proof that our plan has legs.”“In theory,” Emmaline emphasized. “Once again, I feel the need to impress upon you the fact that we have no real insight on the inner workings of these pan-supernatural communities outside of the fact that they exist. Much less whether something of the like would
Ava and the Alphas gaped as the two embraced. One female, one woman. One Wolf, the other a human witch. And yet, somehow, they claimed to be sisters. It wasn’t just a turn of phrase or empty words, either. Now that the idea had been spoken, Ava saw the glimmers of recognition solidify into irrefutable shared features between the two.The piercing emerald green of their eyes, the deeply rich, almost black of their hair, even the shapes of their noses and their general bearings were the same.“You’re sisters?” Ava asked.“You’re Alpha?” Liam asked even louder.Emmaline cocked her head to the side in the same bold challenge that Marnie was good for adopting pretty much anytime she found herself speaking with any Wolven male. Ava was beginning to realize that the habit was probably born of more than simply dealing with male bravado.“Why wouldn’t I be?” Emmaline asked, her supple voice thick with saccha
“No.”The line went silent as Ava blinked rapidly, her neurons firing at all cylinders struggling to process the fact that her brother had just blatantly shut down such a simple request for information and why on earth that would be.“Excuse me?” She finally asked. “What do you mean no?”“I mean that I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to go meddling in Grave Crown affairs,” he said, his voice stern and giving no quarter. That was all well and good that he felt so strongly, but as long as he was also giving her no answers, ‘no’ wasn’t going to cut it for her.“Grave Crown affairs are Alliance affairs, Aiden. You know that,” she replied.Her brother huffed on the other end of the phone – a frustrated sound. “Even if the Alliance still existed, you, I, and everyone else knows that hasn’t been the case in a long time.”“Bullshit,&rdquo
Ava blinked in and out of consciousness as searing pain ripped through her abdomen. Whenever she surfaced, the renewed shock of pain would cause her to take a quick breath inward that would send yet another, even more, intense wave rocketing through her, sending her back into oblivion.It took a couple of tries and several hours for Ava to wake and stay awake; the pain finally dulled to a thrumming ache. When she could finally open her eyes without her eyelids feeling as if they were made of lead, the first thing she saw was Jack’s pensive face hovering over hers.And the second thing she registered, along with an intense sense of déjà vu, was Xavier’s equally pensive face a little ways off, slumped in a nearby chair.“This feels awfully familiar,” she quipped, her dry throat making her joke sound more like a croak.“Really? And to think that I was just beginning to forget what it was like trying to glue you back togeth
First came the rat-a-tat-tat of machine guns. Then came the screams.All around her, bodies flew into motion as she stood with her phone gripped numbly in her fist.“Ava,” she heard Noah’s desperate voice faintly through the other end of the line as if through a fog. “Ava, what’s happening? Talk to me! Has it already started, damn it?!”Without a word in response, Ava ended the call with a flick of her thumb, far too thrown by just how quickly the tide had shifted today. Neia hadn’t just crossed a line – she’d obliterated it and re-drawn a new one in her image.Ava sprung into action, doing the first thing that came to mind as she ran to the nearest emergency call button and smashed it. The system was relatively shiny and new, having only been installed after her run-in with those sadistic bastards in room 701.Now, flashing warning lights lit up every hallway in the building. The blaring alarm made it im
Eight months ago, if someone had told Ava that just the sight of the Green Light Club’s garish neon sign would be enough to make her smile, she would have laughed in their face. Alright, well, she probably wouldn’t have, but she certainly wouldn’t have believed them either.And yet, here she was, grinning from ear to ear, at the prospect of feeling something familiar, even if the majority of her memories of the place were of the variety that was best left forgotten. She was fairly sure that there was probably some sort of clinical diagnosis with a long name used to describe the contextually perverse sense of relief she felt at her first glance of shiny black lacquer and crushed green velvet. Goddess, this place was awful, and she was so glad to be back.Then again, the journey getting back to the club had been fraught enough to make her eager to climb under the first black silk duvet she saw, regardless of the fact that it could never, under any cir