Raine’s life was forever changed on the night she was supposed to be joined to Alpha Ronan. Instead of a romantic mating ceremony, Ronan rejected her in front of the entire pack, leaving her shattered and humiliated. In a desperate bid to reunite with him after her banishment, Raine returned to the pack, her emotions in turmoil. In a drunken haze, Raine made a reckless decision that would change her life forever. She spent the night with the alpha of her dreams, only to wake up the next morning in the wrong room and on the wrong bed. The man she had given herself to was not Ronan, but his father, Matthias Draven - the untouchable and forbidden alpha of the Draven pack.
View MoreHer head was pounding, and everything felt so groggy. She wasn’t sure what was going on, or if the images in her head were dreams or not. Once she thought she woke and found a strange man next to her, his face blurred as he stroked over her hair and face, but then a pain so sharp had cut through her entire being that she’d passed out from the intensity. The next and only thing she remembered was a vague dreamlike memory of her wolf nipping at her ear, trying to pull her out a fog of swamp like water, trying to answer the call of another wolf in the distance, but by the time she’d stumbled out of the swamp, she realized she couldn’t walk, and kept stumbling, falling to knees and forced to watch her wolf grow fainter with each panicked yip it made, until eventually it was gone, and Raine was left alone with nothing but a low throb in her leg. She woke with a gasp, much like that night at the pack after that nightmare, expect this time things were so much worse. Still panting, Rai
“I know she’s here,” he bellowed, barging into Killian’s study like a man on a mission. “Where is she?” Selene glanced up from the couch where she sat, raising her nose from the middle of her book to arch a perfect brow in his direction. “You’re yelling, Ronan.” She drawled, wrinkling her nose in distaste. “It’s eight pm, the entire pack is already asleep.” His anger surged at the casual way she spoke to him, bringing down his ego like he was nothing but a child throwing a tantrum. Ronan growled, his wolf rising to the surface of his skin, wanting to be let out. But he knew just how powerful Selene was. It would be foolish of him to antagonize her so close to the success of the plan. Right where he could feel it about to become a reality. Once she was his Luna, Ronan would find a way to get back at her. For now, he gritted his teeth and stalled his anger, stepping further into the room with a more subdued air. Killian was conveniently absent, that only made Ronan’s suspicions wor
Selene was disgusted. And that was putting it mildly. Selene stared down her nose at the unmoving body of the woman on Killian’s bed, her hair spread out around her, chest rising and falling with each breath she took. Her lashes fanned shadows across her cheekbones, framing her features in a way that made her seem otherworldly, even as her brows were furrowed slightly, and her lower eye lids were fraught with dark circles. Selene dragged her gaze away from Raine Whitmore to glare at her brother. “Killian, I don’t know about you, but this has gone enough long enough.” Killian didn’t spare a glance. He stood at the far side of his large room, stripping out of his button down, and switching the shirt for an almost identical one. Selene watched the muscles of her brother’s back ripple, shifting the various scars and burns that dotted the skin from the planes of his shoulders all the way to his wrists. The sight of his bare, pale skin was a shock to her, as it’d been so long since Se
Matthias hardly slept and was up before the sun the next morning. As soon as he woke, he spread his senses wide, searching for any signs of Raine. He got nothing. The other side of the bond was still a silent blank wall. He swept out of the room in a blur of urgency and fear. The kitchen was still and quiet when he entered it, a strange, unnatural kind of quiet. Not the peaceful kind that came with the early morning, but the hollow silence of something missing. Matthias stood by the counter, nose perked up as he scented the room. He stood by the threshold, scanning the room like his presence alone could summon the woman he was looking for. But he got nothing. There was no sign of Raine at the table, no half drunk cup of tea left to cool on the table. Just cold air and the faint scent of ash drifting in from the half-burned logs in the fireplace. Raine was not in this house. She probably hadn’t been since yesterday morning. Matthias ran a hand down his face, the stubble scratchi
Raine was not in the pack house, neither was she in the surrounding area, or the pack proper, or in the woods. It was almost eight pm, and she was not on pack property. Matthias was going half mad with worry. His wolf was making matters worse, restless beneath his skin with the urge to shift and find her, sniffing her out like a bloodhound. Every time he turned and spotted Ronan glancing down at his phone instead of looking for his mate, Matthias fought the urge to pounce on his son and tear his throat out. “She’s a grown adult, isn’t she?” Ronan asked after an hour of searching the house and surrounding premises with no luck. “I don’t think we have to be looking for her just because she’s past curfew.” “She’s your mate!” Matthias spat, as it was the only thing he was allowed to say. “Are you not even worried to have her be absent from your side, even for just one night?” Ronan shrugged, a muscle ticking in his jaw. “I can count how many times she’s been in my bed, sleeping by my
Everything that could possibly go wrong, had gone wrong, and for the first time in so long, Matthias didn’t know what to do about any of it. He didn’t even know where he was going to start. The air in the study was ripe with tension, thick and heavy, and solid enough to bite into and tear out. His men sat round the dialogue table, all quiet including Silas, who was usually his father’s loudest supporter. Matthias stood by the shattered window staring down at the mob below. The anger of his was an alive thing, for the first time in years, the Draven wolves had banded together in anger against their ruling alpha. None of Matthias’s predecessors had ever experienced such, he didn’t have the facilities on ground to deal with a fallout like this. It was precisely what he’d been avoiding—infighting. Someone cleared their throat from behind him, and Matthias turned to face the wolf, realizing once again that Malte’s seat was unoccupied. It was a silent move, but one that spoke volumes
When she was little, sometime around seven years old, she’d followed a stranger who’d claimed to be a friend of her father’s out of the pack, and he’d taken her down to his cottage, she couldn’t remember much of what happened afterwards, but she did know that Matthias had been the one to carry her back out of the house, much later when she was found. She could still recall the way it’d felt, having the man drag her through the woods, his big hands clasped over hers. It was the same way she felt now, following Killian through the meadow, her hand in his. Her pulse pounded erratically, and she wondered distantly if the alpha could hear the pounding of her heartbeat. If he did, he wasn’t acting like it. They pushed through the large expanse of land, passing nothing but trees on both sides. The contrast of his dark leather gloves against her pale skin sent a shiver down her spine, and for some reason, she was reminded of that nightmare. Killian’s hair had gotten a bit longer, it teas
Raine walked for a while after Selene disappeared, her thoughts loud and relentless, filled with doubt, warnings, and a stubborn refusal to believe anything the other woman said. The sun was high overhead now, filtered through the trees and dappling the path before her. She kept walking anyway. Her feet moved of their own accord, past the familiar trail that led to the town, veering off into a quieter path that opened into one of the many small meadows scattered across Draven territory. She used to come here as a child, long before the weight of the world sat heavy on her shoulders. There was a time when her only worry had been her next shift, or how many pies she could sneak from the kitchen without getting caught. Now there was a dead pup, a broken ward, the pack was boiling over, and for some reason she couldn’t seem to shake that dream from early this morning. She lowered herself onto a moss-covered stone, letting her fingers trail through the tall grass beside her. The worl
Matthias was a wreck, and Lyra was not much better, neither was Silas for that matter. The whole pack was a hive of tension, and Raine wasn’t sure how she was to navigate it. When she got to the border where the pack was gathered, Matthias had dismissed her without so much as a backwards glance, his face was a mask of hard anger. Raine had actually been terrified, so much so that she gave the alpha a wide breadth and chose to stick by Lyra’s side instead. Later, when they were back in the pack house, Raine found out Lyra’d been the one to pronounce the pup dead, which explained why the other woman had been shaky all morning. Both of them sat at the dining tables, nursing a cup of tea Raine made when they’d first arrived. It had gone cold now, and sat stale in the cups. Wolves milled in the parlor, their voice mingling amongst themselves, each voice louder than the other. Raine couldn’t pinpoint exactly what was going on, but it sounded like the crowd was slowing growing into an an
It was the day of her claiming, and Raine Whitmore had never felt so alive. Her heart pounded as she approached where the priest stood, waiting for her at the head of the altar.She held the flower in her hands tightly as she stood in front of the priest with a smile on her face, everything is falling in place. Her dreams are coming true.Ronan was still absent, probably running late, but Raine was far too excited to let that bother her. Tonight was her mating ceremony, the night her mate would officially claim her in the presence of the Lycan goddess and the entire pack.The moon hung high, full and bright, a silent witness as she stood by the priest, waiting for Ronan Draven, the man the fates had ordained as hers.A ripple went through the crowd as Ronan shouldered his way past the wolves, he had two people behind him, but Raine only had eyes for her mate.After months by his side, all the whispered promises, lingering touches, he would be her alpha, and she would be bound to him f...
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