“Where are you taking me?” Lucille demanded as Zach guided her forward, his large hands covering her eyes.“If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise, would it?” he murmured, his breath warm against her ear.“I don’t like surprises,” she replied, trying—and failing—to disguise the humour in her voice.“If you don’t stop complaining, Lucille, I’ll have to hoist you over my shoulder and spank that tight little arse of yours,” he growled playfully.“Promises, promises,” she teased, pressing her body back into him, the heat between them crackling like fire.“Stop it,” he said, chuckling despite himself. “I’m trying to be romantic here.”“I don’t need romance,” she purred, her voice low and inviting. “Right now, I need something a bit rougher.”Zach laughed, the sound deep and rich, sending a shiver down her spine. “Just a little bit further, I promise,” he said, his amusement only stoking the embers of her impatience.The scent of wildflowers and the crisp, sun-warmed breeze surrounded the
They all sat in Zach's office, the atmosphere tense as Zach, Bo, Cole, and Serena hunched over a large map spread across the desk. The map was detailed, annotated with landmarks and routes, and Serena pointed to a secluded spot marked with a subtle ‘X’.“The safe house is about an hour away from Joseph’s pack by car,” Serena explained, her voice steady but laced with anxiety. “We moved everyone there the day before Tristan broke Lucille and me out.”Bo frowned, tracing the route with his finger. “Does Joseph know about this place?”Serena shook her head, strands of her hair catching the light. “No. It was a secret hideout Tristan and I used when we first discovered we were mates. He didn’t want Joseph to force me into the pack bond, so we’d meet there in secret, to talk and plan our future.” A soft, wistful smile briefly lit her face, memories of stolen moments flickering behind her eyes.Nora, seated on a chaise longue behind them, interjected with a note of curiosity. “Why didn’t yo
Lucille didn’t have time for this. She huffed, taking in the familiar, unending expanse of birch trees stretching as far as the eye could see. The forest floor was once again shrouded in a thick, swirling mist that obscured her feet and crept around the bases of the slender white trunks. Running was pointless—experience had taught her that much. The wolf always caught her. This time, she sank to the forest floor, letting the cool dampness of the moss and fallen leaves press into her palms as she leaned back against a tree trunk and waited for it to appear.Sure enough, from within the swirling fog, the great silver wolf emerged. Its fur shimmered with an ethereal glow, and its low, menacing growl carried through the silence, reverberating in her chest. Lucille rolled her eyes, her lips curling into a sardonic smile. She waited for the inevitable attack, impatient for the dream to end so she could return to reality. With everything else pressing down on her, deciphering cryptic dreams
After finding clothes that fit, Cole and Lucille set about searching the house, sifting through the disarray in hopes of uncovering any clues. The dim light filtering through dirt-streaked windows cast elongated shadows, making the already tense atmosphere feel stifling. Lucille’s fingers trembled as she pulled open drawers and shifted papers, the metallic clink of cutlery against wood echoing like a taunt.A quiet rage simmered within her, each movement stoking the fire. The image of Jennifer’s lifeless body replayed in her mind, sharp and unrelenting. Another girl she couldn’t save. Jennifer’s face merged with those of Millie and Heather, all of them lost, all of them victims she hadn’t been able to protect. The guilt gnawed at her, raw and unforgiving.If only she had obeyed Joseph. If she hadn’t let Tristan whisk her away from the torment Cacey inflicted on her, perhaps Joseph wouldn’t have targeted the others. The truth was suffocating: Jennifer’s death was a message meant for he
Zach paced restlessly at the entrance to his home, the tension in his muscles reflecting the whirlwind of emotions inside him. Any moment now, the jeep would roll into town, bringing Lucille back to him. Relief and anger waged war within him—relief that she would be home, and anger at her attempt to leave. The sound of gravel crunching under tyres snapped his attention to the driveway as the jeep finally appeared. One thing became clear: the overwhelming feeling that consumed him was relief.As the vehicle came to a halt, Zach moved quickly, yanking open the rear door. He was not prepared for the sight before him—Lucille, curled up against a half-dressed Cole, staring vacantly ahead. Cole's arm was draped protectively around her, his expression as worn as hers. A surge of possessive rage ignited in Zach, but he pushed it down as he reached in to pull Lucille towards him. She left Cole's embrace without protest, wrapping her arms around Zach and allowing him to cradle her against his c
“So, if I run, you attack me. Yet nothing happens if I just stand here,” Lucille huffed, once again caught within the familiar bounds of her recurring nightmare. She stood before the wolf, leaning against a tree, eyes rolling with feigned boredom. “Just what are you trying to tell me?” she shouted, her voice echoing through the quiet forest. “Why am I here? Why are you here?” The wolf, as always, remained silent, hazel eyes observing her carefully. Its thick fur shimmered under the moonlight, threads of silver starlight catching on each strand. Lucille sighed and began to pace. The sudden movement drew a low growl from the creature. “Easy, Twinkle Toes. I’m not running off,” she muttered with a sarcastic edge. Her mind raced with questions. “Alright… so, if I take a step this way—” she stepped a few paces back, earning another rumbling growl from the wolf. “Right.” She returned to her original spot, tapping her chin thoughtfully. “What if I step towards you?”As she took a step closer
"I need some help in here!" Lucille called out, her voice urgent as she cradled Serena’s frail body, searching her friend’s face for any sign of injury. Despite Serena's fragile appearance, Lucille couldn't see a single mark that explained her collapse.Zach appeared in the doorway within seconds, his expression turning grim as he took in the scene. Without a word, he knelt beside them, lifting Serena effortlessly from Lucille’s arms and placing her carefully on the bed. "What happened?" he asked, his tone low but firm."I–I don’t know. I came to talk with her and... found her on the floor," Lucille replied, struggling to keep her voice steady."I’ve already linked with the doctor. She’ll be here as soon as she can." Zach glanced at her, a hint of concern crossing his face. "Head to the lounge. I’ll stay with Serena until Doctor Lana arrives.""You’re joking if you think I’m leaving her," Lucille shot back, folding her arms defiantly."Lucille, I need you to go. Until we know what’s h
"In order for this to work, you're going to have to relax and open up your mind," Rita instructed gently, sitting across from Lucille in the garden. The two sat cross-legged on the cool grass, their hands clasped together. Rita had suggested scanning Lucille’s mind to experience her dreams firsthand and help decipher what they might mean.“That’s a lot easier said than done,” Lucille huffed, closing her eyes and trying to loosen the tension coiling in her shoulders and neck. But even as she tried to relax, an unsettling pressure built within her head. She fought against the instinct to pull away as she felt the strange, invasive sensation of Rita’s presence—like fingers gently scraping at the edges of her mind. It felt personal, exposing parts of herself she rarely touched. It was...wrong, somehow, like opening a door she preferred to keep shut.“Try to distract yourself,” Rita said softly, sensing Lucille’s resistance. “Think of something that calms you. I need your mind open, not te
"You need to shave," Nora remarked, raising an eyebrow as her brother wandered into the dining room.Zach grunted in response, sinking into a chair and helping himself to the already-served breakfast in the centre of the table. "It's fine. Bo still avoiding me?"After Zach had returned from arranging plans with the other Alphas at Owen’s, he’d had a long-overdue sit-down with Bo. The man had little to say, other than admitting that his talk of giving up on Lucille had been fuelled by anger—anger at having his own mate placed in danger. He regretted not stopping her, and Zach believed him. As punishment, Bo had been temporarily demoted to Gamma, with Cole stepping up as Beta in his place. Zach had needed someone he could trust to help enact the plan to rescue Lucille, and Cole, despite his usual grumbling, had proven himself reliable.Now that Joseph was gone, Bo had been reinstated, much to Cole's relief—he'd never enjoyed the added workload—but things still weren’t the same.It had b
“Lucille!” Zach yelled, rushing over and gathering her into his arms, ignoring the pool of blood spreading across the floor beneath her. His heart thundered as he cradled her fragile form, her skin alarmingly cold against his.Lucille looked up at him, her eyes heavy-lidded, and reached a trembling hand to cup his cheek. He leaned into her touch, her warmth—faint though it was—sending a storm of conflicting emotions through him. Relief at finally holding her again clashed with a paralysing fear as he realised something was wrong. She wasn’t healing fast enough.His gaze fell to the silver choker still clasped around her neck. A low growl rumbled in his chest as he tore the jewellery away, the clasp snapping beneath his claws. The instant it was gone, Lucille’s body sagged in his arms, a soft sigh of relief escaping her lips.“Oh, Lucy,” Cole muttered, his voice breaking as he took in the extent of her injuries.“What are you doing just standing there?” Zach barked, his panic spilling
All she could do was sit there, paralysed, as she watched flesh collide with flesh, Zach and Joseph a blur of relentless movement. Punches were thrown, claws slashed through the air, and each strike narrowly evaded the other. Neither of them had shifted—yet. They had opted to stay in their human forms, testing their endurance, trying to wear the other out.Lucille didn’t even notice Cole approaching until he was at her side, a bloodied figure emerging from the chaos. He crouched next to her, hauling her up with surprising gentleness. She gasped, her eyes widening at the blood covering him.“Relax. It’s not all mine,” Cole quipped, a dry chuckle escaping him as he steadied her. “Well, most of it isn’t. Can you walk?”Lucille nodded weakly, her gaze sliding past him back to the fight. Zach had just landed a brutal blow to Joseph, sending the man doubling over. For a moment, blood gushed from Joseph’s side, but his Alpha healing kicked in almost immediately, sealing the wound. Alphas wer
Lucille thought she would feel different. As Joseph’s summons pulled her towards the great hall—a place that had only ever been the backdrop of her despair—her heart felt heavier with every step. The first thing she noticed was his scent, the one she’d once found intoxicating. Pine and earth, steady and grounding. But now, it seemed muted, distant, like a memory that no longer belonged to her.And then she saw him.Zach stood at the centre of the hall, his back to her, surrounded by a sea of shifters. His presence was as commanding as ever, but there was an edge of desperation in the way he carried himself. Her steps faltered, uncertainty gripping her. Was she a lost cause to him now? Did she disgust him, her body now claimed by another?She couldn't blame him if he did. She wasn't fond of herself, either.Since Cacey's attack, something inside her had broken. She'd clung to Joseph's protection, knowing it was wrong, hating herself for relying on the man who had destroyed so much of h
Zach had to fight the urge to chuckle as the guards closed in around him. Their movements were swift and practised, forcing him onto his knees as they restrained his hands behind his back. He let them; their display of authority was almost amusing.The man standing in front of him—clearly the leader of the patrol—was linking back to his Alpha, the tell-tale glaze in his eyes betraying the silent telepathic exchange. Zach tilted his head slightly, watching the man’s expression shift from stern focus to something closer to unease as the link ended.“Untie him,” the commander ordered sharply.“What? But he’s an intruder!” one of the guards, a smaller man with a wiry frame, protested.“We are under strict instructions to escort Alpha Zachary Lochwood of the Crescent Moon Pack to the hall,” the commander replied, his tone leaving no room for debate.“How do we know he really is who he says he is?” the smaller man piped up again, suspicion flickering in his narrowed eyes.“That’s not for us
The sound of footsteps echoed faintly from the hall outside, these ones heavier and more clunky despite an obvious attempt at stealth. There was a brief scuffle at the door—muffled shuffling and the faint scrape of metal—before it creaked open with deliberate slowness.Lucille didn’t lift her head to greet her uninvited guest. She couldn’t. The scent that drifted into the room was enough to churn her stomach, making her glad she wasn’t facing whoever it was.Cacey.The name settled in her mind like a heavy stone. He stood above her, his lips curling into a cruel grin that stretched ear to ear, the menace behind it palpable. The way he had entered—unannounced and without caution—told her everything she needed to know. Joseph hadn’t sent him.“Look at the state of you,” Cacey sneered, his voice dripping with mockery as his tongue darted out to wet his lips. “Not so pretty now, are you?”“I suggest you leave,” Lucille said, her voice low but firm as she shifted towards the far side of th
Zach took a deep breath as he made his way back down to the medical floor. He could only hope Serena would be in a more receptive mood this time, though her resistance so far didn’t give him much confidence. Still, this was about Lucille, and whatever Serena’s feelings towards him, Zach knew she would want to hear that they had a plan.The meeting with the other alphas had dragged on for hours. Many had been reluctant to act, but after hearing testimonies from Zach, Rita, and a handful of former rogue pack members, they had finally been convinced to take action. With that step behind him, Zach’s next task loomed: returning home with Cole to prepare his pack for the battles to come. He’d also need to sit down with Bo, explain everything, and address the rift his Beta’s actions had caused. But before all that, he had one more conversation to finish here—one Lucille would have expected of him.The sterile scent of disinfectant filled his nostrils as he walked across the pristine white fl
She felt numb. How long had it been since she’d arrived? Days blurred into weeks, time losing all meaning in the suffocating fog of her existence. Back in this wretched excuse of a pack, Lucille was little more than a shadow of herself. Stripped of purpose, she was forbidden from resuming the duties she’d once taken pride in. Instead, she remained tethered to Joseph, either kept by his side or confined to their room. She wasn’t his mate—she was his possession. The collar and leash that bound her were tangible proof of that cruel reality.Yet, no matter how much she loathed him, Lucille couldn’t entirely shut out the insidious warmth of adoration seeping through the mate bond. It crawled into her mind like a disease, threading its way through her thoughts, weakening her resolve. She fought it with every ounce of strength she had, desperate not to yield, but each day the pull grew stronger. The untamed bond between them solidified, like chains tightening around her soul.Though Joseph t
The sky was a canvas of grey, thick with overcast clouds, and the waves below crashed and roared against the cliffs with relentless ferocity. The once serene view of the ocean had turned hostile, its surface churning a dirtied, turbulent brown as the harsh wind whipped the water into chaos. Zach stood by the window, his sharp blue eyes scanning the angry seascape. The scene mirrored his inner turmoil, his restlessness growing with each passing moment.The Alpha meeting was set to take place today, and Zach had remained at Alpha Owen’s home, waiting for the arrival of the other Alphas. He knew many had travelled long distances, but he hoped they were prepared to sit down and hear him out immediately. At the very least, he wanted them to listen to his side of the story before they sought rest, giving them the night to mull over his words and begin to form a plan.Zach had spent much of his stay checking on Tristan, despite Serena’s visible discomfort with his presence. Though she allowe