Luna Annabelle sniffed haughtily, planting a kiss on Landon’s cheek. "Fine. If you won’t do it for Sophie or Carlos, you could consider doing it for Sage. Carlos isn’t going to like it if Sage doesn’t live up to his word." She raised her brow at the younger man before adding, "Right, dear?" "Yes, mother," agreed Sage. "I’ve heard plenty about Carlos Halton. Apart from the fact that he joined the Crusade, none of it was good." "That’s because he’s mentally disturbed," spat Landon. Luna Annabelle’s brow slowly slid up as she stared at her stepson. "Then I’ll bet you and he get along quite well." Ignoring Sage’s chuckle, Landon slashed a hand in the air. "I’m not having a seer in my pack, mother.." "If Carlos is part of the crusade, he must know a lot of people," mused Luna Annabelle. "Dangerous people who could easily deal with this for him, right?" "He does," verified Sage. "But we all know how the Werewolf Crusade ‘deals’ with things." It involved blood and death. They’d simply g
Robinson’s Pack HouseThirty minutes later, eyes had been glued to Sophie as she made her way to the pack house. Most held hatred and accusation, while others held pity and disappointment. With those emotions battering her, the journey felt like walking through a cold mist. As usual, no one said a single word to her. It was perfectly clear that, although she was still in the pack, she remained a social outcast.Sophie wondered if Landon had summoned her because Roxanne had laid more accusations at her door. Or maybe her punishment was about to increase. Sage had told her that Landon didn’t want to banish her, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t change his mind. Well, there was really only one way to find out. Not until the master alpha would freak out about the treaty not going to happen in the full moon before christmas.Well, whatever it was, and the reason, Sophie doesn't care anymore. Of course she cared, her parent's pack depended on her being the master luna. And if Roxanne messed
When it came to women, Sage and his wolf were all in agreement: Sophie Savannah was f***ing mesmerising. And he couldn't deny it; there was no denying it either.He refuted his feelings before, but now he couldn't. There was nothing on earth that could stop him from making Sophie his woman. Especially now that there was something in her that made his wolf scream, though he couldn't find any traces of a truemate bond, but Sage knew there was something in them that even magic or anything else could not refute.Her olive-green eyes, framed by thick coal-black lashes, captivated him just as much as he remembered. Every ounce of blood in his body had rushed to his cock the moment they locked eyes with him. Lust had blasted through him with a disconcerting force, leaving him a little shaken. He wished he could lap at that soft olive skin. Wanted to cup those high, shapely breasts in his hands. I wanted to weave that smooth frappuccino drape around his fist while he ate with that full mouth.
If Sage hadn’t been so preoccupied keeping Landon back, he might have been able to stop Roxanne before she got anywhere near Sophie. As it was, he barely reached her in time. But by then, Sophie was slamming Roxanne facedown over the bonnet of the car next to the SUV, her hand gripping Roxanne’s nape, dominant vibes radiating from her, which had his wolf falling head over heels in lust."This, here, is why you never challenged me, Roxanne. You knew you couldn’t take me. You knew I’d humiliate you in front of the entire pack and put your suitability as Landon’s truemate under question. Embarrassment-wise, this has to rank high.""Sophie . . ." It was a plea from Landon to release his mate.
Sophie came to a standstill when the cabin came into view. She had not anticipated this at all. It was only... absolutely gorgeous. The massive timber U-shaped cabin had a panoramic porch, which would no doubt overlook the lake she could see just outside the building. The façade of the cabin was made of glazed glass, allowing lots of natural light to enter. It was ideally placed on a rise for her to notice anyone approaching. "I did not expect that. It's... amazing. Wow, simply stunning." "Thank you, unlike the main cabin, this is my home." Sage grinned, "My territory is on the left, whereas yours is on the right." "Oh! Okay. So that massive mansion, aka cabin, there in the middle of the center household?" "Yes." Sage smiled a little. "However, ours is a little small. If you like the outside, you’ll love the inside." Ours ... sounds intimate. She thought.It turned out that he was right. The two-story den was gorgeous with its stone fireplace, huge, white corner sofa, brown, chest
That night, Sophie knew she was dreaming, she knew it was a dream, but there was part of her that knew that it was more than just a dream. It was something she couldn't help longing for. Perhaps it was a vision or something beyond what destiny could offer.Then there it was, in the cabin. In the silhouette of the night, far behind in her thoughts.*****I saw Sage as he reappeared a few minutes later with a warm, wet washcloth in his hand.He cleans me up methodically and then gathers me into his arms and resumes his seat with me in his lap. I relax against him and let the beat of his heart soothe me; it draws me back into my body, steady thump by steady thump. I like this nearly as much as the sex, though I’ll be damned before I admit it."That got a little out of control," Sage finally says.I lift my head and look at him. "You have a virgin kink. Who knew?"He holds my gaze."I’m rapidly coming to realise I still have my seer’s kink." I added.My whole body goes hot, and my mind ve
Then there was another part of this dream that made it familiar as Sophie watched Sage. The shadow that lingered behind them faded, and another scene came to light from within. Perhaps from faraway memories, or maybe it was destined to happen soon. She doesn't know. She doesn't care. Sophie closed her eyes and listened to the harmony as it swelled in volume as Sage went to open the radio. She knew he had the warrior's heart—fierce and loyal and lethal in battle—but looking at him now, she realised he possessed the poet's spirit. She took a peek around the room. It was clearly designed for acoustics, and the sound was tremendous. The hardwood floors sparkled, and there was a gas fireplace set into the wall. A thick carpet surrounded the fireplace, with two deep armchairs and a little table in between. The room was mostly decked with candles. The candles cast a soothing light, but the area was generally shrouded in darkness, much like Sage. He took her breath away with his song and t
Still in the thread of Sage's thoughts. Sophie groaned.Tunnel, dark, too dark, and magical. Then a flickering light.She followed it.Slowly. She followed the light.*****In the bed.Sage moves back, and I can’t stop the sound of protest. From the look on his face, he feels the same way. I just want to be closer, closer, closer. The last few hours have been beyond anything I’ve ever experienced. I don’t want it to end, even if it’s simply a pause while we move from one birthday to the next. We marked each other, and our wolves howled in joy. But—there were so many buts, so many questions, so many "what ifs."Yet, each one takes us closer to the end of this night, to the moment when he pulls me out of him and in for the last time.What a depressing thought.Sage gathers me up. I might laugh at his insistence on carrying me around, but honestly, I like it. I even liked it when he tossed me over his shoulder and hauled me out of whatever place I was in. I’m going to miss this, too.God