Liam Clementine’s mark was almost completely gone. I’d noticed the bruise and my teeth marks had faded when I picked her up for our date. My scent was still infused with hers, but it wasn’t nearly as strong. I felt Lucian growl any time a male wolf looked in her direction, including the waiter who seated us at the barbecue restaurant in Kempthorne. She never paid attention to anyone else as she animatedly told me about her brother and dad working on a dirt bike and how he finally managed to get the engine going, only for it to sputter out and die again. As time passed, Lucian paced my mind, and my eyes kept drifting the length of her neck to the soft part where my mark once shone proudly. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat as the waiter delivered our beers, and Clem flashed him a shy-but-sexy smile. He returned it, but once he caught my eye, he instantly submitted and scampered away. He wasn’t a member of my pack, but he wasn’t stupid enough to agitate me either. Even in a place lik
Clementine The night of the full moon was approaching, and I was feeling the overwhelming pull of the wolf instincts I’d been told about. I understood why wolves started to go a little crazy leading up to the full moon. Circe was jittery as the moon phase closed in, and she wasn’t helping my nerves. Over the last few days, she had been snarky and grumpy, slamming a wall between us every time she had a temper tantrum. Liam was trying his hardest to fight his marking instinct out of respect for me, catching himself a few times before his teeth grazed my neck again when we’d get hot and heavy. He told me he understood and would wait for me to be ready, but the closer we got to the full moon, the more difficult his instincts became to fight. So, between Lucian and Circe, I had two grumpy wolves on my hands. When Circe’s wall was down, and she saw Liam’s anguish, she would try to reason with me. When that didn’t work, she would snarl, and suddenly I was overcome with a wolf instinct I h
Liam I skidded into a small clearing created by fallen trees just as the full moon reached its peak and felt the instant gravitational pull coming from behind me. I twisted around, knowing that my mate was nearby. My heart thundered in my chest. There were a lot of she-wolves running around the forest, but I knew none of them was my mate as I had run with them all before. Only two new twenty-year-old she-wolves were in this forest, but I already knew which one it would be. My heart told me what I had known for weeks but refused to admit in the event I was wrong. Lucian pushed us forward, sniffing the amplified sweet scent of honeysuckle and pear that almost made me fall with the pure weight of the emotions I felt. Her glossy black fur glowed as she stepped out of the brush. At first, I thought it reflected the moonlight, but then I realized it was coming from her. The magnetic force was pulling me forward, and I felt electric tingles erupt over my fur. Lucian gazed adoringly at her;
Clementine When we woke in the morning, I had mind-linked my brother and father, asking them to come to the pack house. I was surprised to discover I was able to open a link to both, like a three-way phone call. Their pattern scents had merged into one, and the connection bridge was wider than usual. “Most wolves can mind-link up to ten people at once. The stronger your wolf, the more minds you can access in a single attempt,” Liam explained, trailing gentle kisses down my neck and over my bare shoulder as he ran his hands over the material of my summer dress. “I don’t think I like you in clothes,” he added, his playfulness tickling down our bond. “Well, tough! I’m not parading around your house naked in front of your parents.” He grinned wickedly before he pulled me toward the alpha’s office. It was larger than I thought it would be. A massive mahogany desk was situated toward the end of the room. One entire wall contained bookshelves; there was a black leather couch, and a coupl
Liam Brady had left for Kempthorne with his family in tow shortly after I took Clementine away from Lupus’. And I’d taken Clementine, repeatedly, in my bedroom. Her responsive little mewls drove me to the breaking point again and again. The mate bond zinged between us and made each orgasm more intense than the last. She seemed to be thirstier for our physical attraction than usual. She was more insatiable, responsive, and feral in her desire. Her wolf claimed me through the throes of passion, and my gums itched to mark her. But this was precisely how it had happened the first time; I’d felt threatened by another wolf, then reacted without thinking of the repercussions, or what Clementine wanted. Her eyes sparkled with lust and desire every time she looked at me, and the mate bond was as solid as ever. Instead of officially marking her, I left small purple hickey’s all over her delicious cleavage, a mark representing every time I had made her come. A different kind of mark to tell th
Clementine I stretched as I rolled out of Liam’s bed, my legs felt like Jell-O, and my body ached from being pleasured repeatedly. I smiled as I looked in the mirror and saw my flushed face, messy hair, and bright turquoise eyes flickering with amber. My wolf was preening and looked positively smitten with what we had spent the last several hours doing. We hardly got any sleep, but it was more than worth it. I ran my fingers through my hair to try and untangle some of the knots and instantly knew it was a losing battle. I walked into Liam’s ensuite and climbed into his shower, aiming the shower head lower and giggling softly at our height difference as I turned the tap handle to scolding hot. I groaned as the hot water hit my body’s sore spots. I looked at the small purple marks over my breasts and smiled. He loved marking my skin, and I realized I liked it too. I liked the raw passion, feeling wanted, feeling safe and protected. I stopped examining the bruises and looked back at Ci
Liam She slowly pulled off me and gave me a sultry smile. I put my fingers up and gently ran them over the proudly glowing mark on my neck. It tingled to the touch, but there was no pain. Her saliva had sealed the venom inside. The bruise and teeth marks would last a few days before my werewolf healing would eventually kick in. And then she’ll just have to mark me again, and again, until the next full moon. The idea excited me, and her turquoise eyes flashed at me knowingly. The scent between us was deep and infused, and I couldn’t be happier. I gently grabbed her by the back of her head and pulled her toward my face, kissing her deeply. Mine. Her instincts were finally beginning to be more werewolf than human. Even though I wanted to keep Clem’s passionate nature all to myself and away from prying eyes, her provocative instincts made me feel insurmountable pride. She was so fucking perfect. The bush had been full of werewolves. She knew that, but she didn’t care. She had one thin
Clementine Circe grumbled as I tried to cover my mark with my hair. She found it incredibly insulting that I would do such a thing. I tried to tell her that I found it unprofessional to attend work with a hickey, and she just scoffed. “That’s human thinking, Clementine. Did you see Ryan hiding Stacey’s mark? Do you see anyone else hiding their mate’s mark?” “At least the mate mark is subtle. This is a gigantic purple bruise.” “The mating mark starts as a purple bruise too.” She rolled her eyes. “I thought you were excited about his mark. Do I need to remind you how turned on you got thinking about it? Or how turned on you were when he was physically marking you? You wanted this.” “I did.” “Then why are you so anxious about showing the world you got what you wanted.” “If Nola sees it–” “That bitch is beneath us.” Circe rolled her eyes. “She’s going to smell it anyway. So, you may as well hold your head high and show it off. Don’t let her or your anxiety win. Show her that even
Clementine The full moon had come around again, but this time, it was different because I was a bundle of nerves. Okay, so I might have been a bundle of nerves the first time too, but at least I had Circe. My wolf still hadn’t shown up, and although I was wearing a brave face, the idea of being mated without a wolf made me nervous. Liam kept reassuring me that she would come back eventually, but as we got closer to the full moon, I became more agitated because I believed I couldn’t be with Liam without a wolf. Not if he remained alpha. I tried to convince him to hold off the mating ritual until we knew if she was coming back. I was trying to be pragmatic and develop a strategy in case I was left wolfless, as a human couldn’t be luna. Liam had simply shaken his head, dropped a drugging kiss to my lips, and inhaled along my neck. “Your scent is the same; that intoxicating honeysuckle and pear with the underlying scent of canine and human. Your eyes haven’t changed back to the pure tu
Liam The full moon was approaching, and the entire pack could feel it. Everyone was on edge. There were several ex-pack members still missing. Everyone seemed convinced it would lead to another battle and more pack members would die. Our pack had lost fourteen members in our quest to rescue my mate. Fourteen families had received visits where Clem and I delivered our heartfelt condolences to personally. I was unsure how many the rogue army had lost, but there were a lot of deceased wolves when we started to clean up and sort through the bodies. I had left Clementine the next morning, tucked safe and sound in our bed. I knew she would be pissed about it, but I needed to go and help identify the bodies. Twenty of us marched out to the battle site and started to sift through the woods, pulling wolves out of debris and resting them together in a small area where their loved ones could collect them. Usually, we would just burn the rogues, but as much as I kept saying it, these rogues we
Clementine I watched as Liam sprinted away and felt my heart fall into my stomach. My feet moved on their own, and Milo cut me off before I foolishly ran into the middle of a wolf fight. He growled, and I knew he was telling me we needed to get the fuck out of Dodge. “Sorry, I’m not exactly light,” I apologized as I clambered onto his back. He huffed and spun on his paws so fast I felt myself buckle. I grabbed fistfuls of fur and tugged. He grumbled. Oops! I tried to loosen my hold, but there was no good place to hold onto. I had no experience riding a horse, let alone a wolf. If I wrapped my arms around his neck, would I choke him? I felt awkward and clumsy on top of him. “Milo, you need to stop and let me down.” I got a grunt as a response, and, not surprisingly, he didn’t slow as he whipped around the trees. “Milo, I’m going to fall.” Another grunt. Vinny grumbled at me too. His eyes darted around the forest and back to me, watching me fumble as I tried to balance on the bac
Liam The sound of battle was emitted from deep within the forest. I was still a fair distance away, but the echoes and vibrations pushed my paws harder into the forest floor. The smell of Clem’s scent caught on the wind, and Lucian barked, scaring a small frog off a rock and back into the nearby creek. I followed the scent and the sounds of fighting in the distance, running past wolves in a combination of different fighting forms. Most of them were fully shifted, but those who had their level-three training swapped between wolf and human forms with the grace of deadly dancers. Clementine was cornered against a dirt wall. Her hands were bound, and even though she looked calm, I could sense the fear rolling from her. There were four wolves with her, encasing her in a semi-circle—standing sentry. Her brother was closest, as if the others had pushed him back to protect him too. Two large werewolves the colour of molten chocolate guarded the middle front from attack—Milo and his broth
ClementineThe lower side of my face was swollen. My throat felt like I’d swallowed razorblades, and my lip was split. “Put some ice on your face,” an unknown voice snarled. I opened my eyes and winced. I assumed I was still in the cabin, lying on a very uncomfortable cot in a small room. I met the brown eyes of someone I had seen around town and flinched back from the ice in his hands. “I’m not going to hurt you.” He rolled his chocolate eyes and offered me the ice again. I gingerly took it, looked up at him again and took in his chiselled jaw and brown wavy hair. “I don’t understand. Why are you helping me?” My voice was rough and scratchy. “Because you’re injured.” “You were part of Lincoln’s pack,” I stated. “I was.” His eyes travelled down my torso as I sat myself up and placed the ice onto my jaw. “And you know I’m a half-breed,” I whispered timidly. “I know. Are you hurt anywhere else?” he asked. “No. I don’t think so,” I mumbled. “Good. I just came in to give you s
Liam Half an hour later and the meeting had disbanded. Ryan and Stacey had taken off with a couple of trackers from the warrior squad. Patrick went to inform Vinny about what had happened, and Jerome and Dad helped me organize an urgent meet with the entire pack for this afternoon. Even though it was the middle of the afternoon, it was getting cooler now in the fall air. The mountains and thick forest made it almost impossible for the sun to warm up the valley. The sun tried desperately to shine through the trees, but it was met with an invisible frosty wall that couldn’t be penetrated. The chill in the air was almost foreboding, making me feel like I would never be warm again. Patio heaters and gas barbecues were lit up throughout the grounds. I smiled at the pack members as they filed in, wearing their summery clothes as if they were oblivious to the changes in the temperature. I smiled at the five hundred odd people who had turned up. Five hundred wolves would be enough to start
Clementine “He’s my true mate, Brady. I’ll never let you dishonour him by marking me. I’ll kill you first.” I coughed out as he continued to drive. “Oh, honey. I would like to see you try and fight with the wolfsbane running through your system.” “He’s going to wake up and figure it out,” I glossed. It didn’t seem like a good idea to tell Brady that Liam was already awake and was strong enough to heal without my constant presence. “That’s fine too. Maybe I’ll let you gain your wolf enough so he can feel you and track you. Or maybe I’ll just torture you and let him feel that. He’ll heroically and foolishly come to your aid. And I’m sure I can handle one weakened alpha. He’ll be dead soon enough, regardless what I decide.” “He’ll come with his warriors, Brady.” He chuckled deeply as he turned onto an old highway that travelled into the mountains. I tried to reach Liam. He would be freaking out the moment he realized I was gone. I had to keep trying. I even tried contacting other
Liam I shifted in my seat and grimaced at the pain in my stomach. I knew this injury was going to take some time to heal. Even under the watchful eye of my fussing mate, it would take more than a week to get me back on my feet. My first official pack meeting was going to shit, too. I listened as Dad and Patrick argued heatedly, letting them hash it out like an old married couple, but I didn’t intervene. I needed to hear this as much as they needed to argue. “I told you when you were alpha that those blood-haters were dangerous. Your gentle approach put my children at risk, Josiah. Again!” Patrick spat. “And I told you that killing isn’t the answer! That’s how Jed ruled the pack. Do you not remember how many pack members he executed for small misdemeanours? Do you not remember how we lived in fear that he would get bored and start killing us for sport?” “Of course, I fucking remember, Jos, but there’s a difference between executing people for misdemeanors and crimes like attempted
Clementine As Liam lay in bed, pale and covered in a cold sweat, I had a horrible sense of déjà vu. There was no smell of chemo, no impending death, but the feeling was the same. The first time I watched someone I loved dying I couldn’t do anything about it. This time, I would do everything I could to save him. My arm still hurt from where I shoved the central venous cannula into my vein, almost piercing through the other side. That didn’t matter, though. What mattered was that Liam needed blood, and I needed to give it to him. All of it if that’s what it was going to take. After he was stitched up, placed into our bed, and hooked up to monitors, my dad suggested that I have a shower. I had shaken my head vehemently in refusal. I couldn’t leave him. What if I was showering and he– Dad, unfortunately, didn’t take no for an answer. I stepped into the enormous ensuite but left the door open a crack so I could hear what was going on in the bedroom. Circe’s possessive side had come thr