Grey looked at me, expecting an explanation. Roam tossed the flask towards his rival who easily caught it. Wolfsbane was odorless, had barely any taste, making it an adept killer of Lycans who could smell most poisons a mile away. The younger Alpha sniffed it with a furrowed brow, then went to taste it. I knew a small taste wouldn’t harm him, and I knew my furious brute had tasted it himself in my diner to confirm his theory, but still my wolf went into protective mode.“Don’t!” I snatched the flask from his hand, “it’s wolfsbane.”I watched my gentle mate’s face go through the range of emotions when realization dawned on him. But I hated the pity I saw there. Grey was always easier to read as he wore his feelings like a second skin. My brute still looked as though he wanted to eat me and not in a fun way.“Oh, my Love…”I recoiled from him, “Don’t you dare. I don’t want your pity! And I won’t apologize for making the best decision for myself under the circumstances.”The dark wolf gr
This was a fight I did not seem likely to win. But just the thought of pouring the wolfsbane down the drain was sending me into an anxiety attack. I could not survive without it. And I did not want to live my life with these Alphas breathing down my neck, watching my every move to make sure I did not wolf out at the wrong time and risk exposing our kind. Or at least making it a messy cover up with serious damage control to deal with. I had now just advertised myself as a threat to wolfkind, and if it got out, I would have more wolves to deal with than just my mates. They would try and cage me if I did not comply and prove I could control the wolf inside. I would become a prisoner one way or another, whether it be in one of Roam’s cages underground, or confined to the Timberlands packlands and watched like a hawk. Or they would insist I be put down if I remained a liability. Not even my big strong Alpha mates could protect me from entire packs out to neutralize the rogue threat. Typi
Hell hath no fury like one pissed off Luna sick and tired of her shit being broken during petty, testosterone filled fights over which male had the biggest dick and wanted to wave it around. These Alphas were mistaken to believe that they were in control, were the dominates, but I was about to remind my mates I was the fucking Alpha bitch here. And they would obey me and submit or else pay the price. I welcomed the change that rippled over me, let myself shed one skin for another without a fight. I lifted my white snout towards the sky and let out a howl that rattled the windows, the plates, and my grey mate bowed his human head to me instantly. I snarled as my dark mate remained defiant and locked his eyes on mine, refusing to show me the respect and submission I was due. An Alpha bowed to no one save his Luna, yet only one of my mates obeyed me. I roared at him again, this time even more aggressively and louder than the last time, but his wolf shined through his human eyes, and a
In the wake of me kicking my boundary-crossing, misogynist asshole of a mate off my land until he could learn some manners and show me some respect, I should have been taking the opportunity of having my favorite mate around for some alone time to get frisky. After the healer’s visit, when Raven removed my stitches, Grey and I should have at least done some heavy petting and fooling around, sticking to her advice for me to take it easy for a couple days more. I could have worked with that and got very creative. But no, even when Roam was not physically here, the brute spoiled the mood. My ever loving and patient grey wolf listened to me vent about his rival for hours on end, each time my declarations of not wanting to talk about the ass, and it being the last time, he gave me an encouraging smile, knowing I was lying through my fucking teeth. Between bouts of restless sleep, and Grey feeding me, he listened to me rant, and at least he had the sense not to try and persuade me otherwis
Two hours before my night shift, as the moon was about to rise, the fireflies twinkled through the humid twilight air, the bullfrogs and crickets sang, Grey and I went deep into the woods as far away from humans that I could get on my lands to begin my proper Lycan training. Rand gave us a devilish smirk as my mate and I passed by the hunting cabin, from where he sat on the porch, while Lily turned beet red and jumped off his lap at our approach. Though both of the young mates were fully dressed, the beta had lipstick stains on his face, his black curls were tousled, and Lil’s dress was buttoned up wrong. I snorted while Grey muttered, “Moon give me the strength.” Not that nudity was frowned upon among our kind, it was natural, but it did not take a rocket scientist to figure out what they had been up too. And Grey did not like to be reminded his little sister was all grown up and getting some. In addition to the mate’s disarrayed states, the smell of it was in the air. My Alpha ran
It was a light touch to my arm that brought me back from my place of deep, self-reflective thoughts and self-loathing. I turned my gaze to see Grey watching me, the hint of worry in his moon-colored eyes. I realized I had zoned out and missed whatever conversation just passed. But by the way Lily had placed herself in-between her brother and her mate with a fierce scowl on her face, my guess was I had missed quite the spirited conversation in my mental absence. I forced a smile on my face so Grey would not sense my plummeting mood and be any more concerned. He would try and fix it, make it his personal mission to turn my frown upside down, slay all my demons, and cure my depression. But they had all kept me shitty company for so long, I could not imagine my life without my self-hatred, anger, and sadness. They were parts of me now and weaved down deep into the fabric of what remained of my blackened soul. And he did not deserve to have the weight of all my baggage on him too. I wrap
Grey braced his broad back against a tree behind us, as I took my pleasure from him. I grinded my pussy across his leg, building up the friction and unbearable heat. My strokes had no rhythm, just a frenzied, clash of my body against his to get myself off. He grunted, his eyes blazing in the moonlight as he inhaled large whiffs of my essence, now coating more than just the fevered air between us. My come soaked the fabric of his jeans, and my Alpha liked it very much.But my wolf had been denied for far too long and she was in charge tonight. She welcomed the fight but craved her Alpha’s submission and dominating him on this night. And she would not be denied. She would take what she wanted, get her pleasure, and bring him to heel. She would also give her wolf his pleasure when she was satiated.I could still feel the pull of his Alpha beneath the surface, trying to get me to bend to his will, to his natural instincts to take control and mate me like nature intended. My Alpha wanted m
As I laid next to Grey, our heartbeats and breath fell into the same rhythm, and I felt an intimate closeness to him. More so than when we had been physically joined only moments before. Now our humanity was at the surface, our need to be loved and touched and understood, to matter. My emotions surged like the rising, gentle lunar tide of Cold Lake, only a few miles away from where our bodies molded together like one in the night. My lust for my mate had come right away, that primal attraction, but my love for Grey had come more softly and slowly. Sometimes a steady breeze had more impact than a windstorm. We soaked up all we heard and felt in the human silence, the songs of the forest, the falling dew against our skin as the night air cooled, both of us bathed in sweat and the light of The Moon, with the promise of tomorrow’s possibilities. I had never felt this way before, even when I believed I was in love with the boy I gave my virginity to seven years ago. I should have been fr
A burst of rage-fueled adrenaline coursed through my veins, giving me a second wind. I used my burst of strength to push myself off the tree, to stand tall, before I grabbed the shovel and began to dig furiously. Dirt and bits of roots and moss flung through the air as I took my frustrations out on the Earth. I would not greet the dark alpha like an obedient little mate eagerly awaiting his return. We would face each other as enemies, and he would stay on his side of the mountain or face the consequences. Grey was smart enough to get out of my way. The younger alpha decided to face his enemy on equal footing, wolf to wolf, as he merged with his animal once more. The human part of me had too much to say to the brute to shift, and my communication while in my fur would not be adequate unless he set foot onto my land. Then my literal claws and teeth would come out and I would show him no mercy.It did not take wolf senses to know when the dark one prowled near the boundary. The heavy ma
My eyes, the color of a muddy river like that of my father’s, locked onto the Alpha’s, not backing down, the challenge there, daring him to take it. I steeled my spine and my nerves, and I did not even let my wolf come through, because I had the power inside me, and I did not need to flash her rage, her pain, to let my mate know I was a dangerous predator not to be messed with.“Get out of my way, Grey. Or I will make you.”My voice had stayed calm and was more deadly than had it been dripping with aggression. Like a snake, waiting and watching for the need to strike.He let out a breath that sounded painful to exhale, “At least let me help you then.”So, his pack could suffer the consequences. Even the sting of his betrayal was not enough to let me agree to allow him to antagonize his enemy by disrespecting their dead. Wolves of Rocky’s status among the pack were sent off with honor to their place in the sky to spend eternity near their creator. It would be a grave insult to the crea
I stayed in that cabin with my she-wolf and her mate no matter how it turned my stomach and I had to choke down the vomit. No matter how my eyes stung while my mask cracked, I had to shut them a time or two to keep from screaming. The sound of that bone drill burrowing into my beta’s skull and Lily’s cries would haunt me for the rest of my life. I forced myself to bear it because I was their Luna, and my discomfort did not matter. What I wanted or needed no longer mattered. The scent of Rand’s blood was still heavy in the air, even after the healer and his mate had washed him clean again and had disposed of the bloody towels and crimson colored water. A clean bandage shrouded his head, and soon more joined along his bruised and broken body. Raven even stitched the worst wounds closed to help them heal faster. I wondered if I would always smell his wolfblood in here from now on as if it had soaked into the wood permanently. After Raven had cleaned and gathered her supplies, gave the
Grey did not argue, though he looked torn wanting to help, while the females carried the young beta inside the hunting cabin as gently as possible. Rand did not cry out in pain, which was not a good thing, he was limp and blood spattered in our arms. We laid him atop the bed, not giving a damn about staining the sheets. I could hear my mate pacing outside, though he respected my orders and did not set foot inside. Me slamming the door roughly behind us, gave the wolf the hint as well, that he was not welcomed. The Alpha of Timberlands would be off my land entirely soon enough, which was for the best because at the moment, I felt particularly violent towards him, now that the initial sting of hurt was waning, the rage was coming through strong. The only male I wanted to hurt more than Grey right now, was that fucking brute who I fully intended to get my pound of flesh from. The dark wolf was nothing but a lying bastard whom I had been a fool to trust his word. Animals had no honor. R
As soon as my Alpha mate’s boots hit the dirt, he rushed to me, his keen grey eyes assessing me from head to toe. I could see the rush of emotions that crossed his handsome face, worry, fear, anger, sympathy, regret, guilt. His hands gripped my shoulders gently to still me for a more intense inspection as I was shaking and jittery like I had just drunk ten energy drinks. When he noticed my torn-up arm, the scent of an enemy wolf still clinging to my skin, then his sister, bloody and dazed, holding onto her blood spattered and still mate, his wolf slipped through as he growled. I knew Grey’s aggression was not aimed at me. His eyes blazed when they landed on the dead wolf, naked, and minus a skull, with most of his brain matter, tainting my land.“I’m going to bury him in fucking silver chains,” he snarled, “and then I’m going to challenge his oath breaking, lying son of a bitch Alpha! A wolf with no honor has no place on this Earth!”My heart bashed into my ribs for an entirely differ
The massive hell-beast closed the gap between my fallen beta, his loyal mate, and I, in only a few leaps. My she-wolf howled in anguish at not protecting her mate or her Luna. Tears of physical pain no longer soaked my cheeks, now replaced by tears of regret and failure, of helplessness. I did not cry tears for myself in what was likely my last seconds of life.His dark form was upon me before I could even fire off another round. Before I could try and connect to the Earth beneath me and drawl strength to help fight this monster from under the mountain. My other regrets flashed before my eyes as time seemed to slow. I had never even told Grey I loved him. Or told Roam I did not always like him, but I did not hate him.I had not spoken to my cousin Jeanette in over a week and would never meet her boyfriend. I had not visited my paternal grandparent’s in their nursing home when I could have made that drive in six hours or flown in, in the two years it’d been since my bastard uncles had
I knew that I covered more ground quicker in my wolf form, and I could even carry the shotgun in my mouth, but I was not ready to shift just yet. I dashed through the trees like a mad woman, pushing back branches with ease, and navigating roots that would have tripped me up in the past, but with my wolf simmering at the surface, she led me her coordination, some of her agile speed, her heightened senses. And kick ass night vision. I should have been letting her out more all along.There was the slim chance it was a nomadic wolf who had crossed onto my packlands, still thinking it was neutral ground. But I had remarked all the boundaries of my territory only a few days ago with my scent, and unless the wolf was truly feral, or old and senile, or had no sense of smell, it was not an accident this male had trespassed onto my land. And when I got closer to his earthy scent, and I caught traces of sulfur from his fur, I knew exactly where the bastard had come from. The wolves from the cave
I thanked Monique for staying over, and she was just glad I had not been murdered. That was her actual words to me, because I had never been late to my shift before, and she too, liked to listen to true crime podcasts to help her unwind at night. Her imagination had been getting the best of her, and she had already been putting together a list of likely suspects in her head. Top of the list was a creepy once regular who had tried to stalk me post a hookup two years back, after I had made it clear there’d be no repeat performance.I laughed at that one, because I had forgotten about him, last thing I knew he had steered clear of me and Mountaintop after I threatened to tell his fiancée. And after I showed him my shot gun. I had questionable morals, but fucking men with wives or girlfriends, had never been my thing. Had I known about said fiancée before I let him fuck me in his truck after my shift, I would have chosen another dick to ride instead. After I had already been stalked and h
With my mates close by, their familiar earthy scents like an aphrodisiac that made me wet between the knees, I let out a contented sigh. I was sprawled out between my Alphas, naked and unbothered, staring up at the night sky, the stars had also come back out after the storm, and it was now the witching hour. “Holy shit!” I shot up like the forest bed had overheated beneath me, “I’m late for work.” Grey was on my left, and he sat up as I did. His thick hair was messy, though I was not the cause of it this time. Traces of moisture still adorned his tight body and tempted me greatly to follow the trails with my tongue. I shook off my lust, though it was not easy to do, and got to my feet. Roam remained spread out arrogantly on the grass, hands behind his rain kissed hair, his proud cock jutting out without shame. “Take the night off Rabbit. Besides I have yet to punish you for your disobedience, Luna.” That wicked glint in my dark mate’s eye promised that I would likely enjoy his pun