Was he not allowed to kiss her outside of sex? Raine cleared her throat, looking everywhere but at him. “So…uh… what’s the deal with Killian?” Matthias folded his arms across his chest. Her rejection stung, but he could understand. She was Ronan’s mate, after all. They weren’t even supposed to be sleeping together in the first place. If kissing was where she drew her line, Matthias would respect that and not be a big baby over it. He was more mature than this. So, he cleared his throat too and tried to focus on her question. “What do you mean?” “At the store, you didn’t seem like you liked him much,” she shrugged. “I honestly can’t tell why. He seemed like a nice person.” Nice was not a word Matthias thought he’d ever hear being used to describe Killian. He snorted. “You’ve met the man once.” “Yes, and it was a great first impression.” She shrugged again, reaching up to play with her hair. “I thought you went a little bit overboard with that whole protective alpha nonsense. H
Ronan turned then as if he could sense them. He met Matthias’s gaze, and a slow smile spread across his face. “Alpha Draven,” he called, loud enough for everyone present to hear. “How nice of you to finally join us. Did you enjoy your little outing while your pack burned?” Murmurs rippled through the crowd at his words, and even some of his soldiers stared at him with open animosity. Matthias stiffened, and Silas growled beside him. “How dare you talk to your alpha like that?” “I think I can talk to anyone as I damn well, please.” Ronan sneered, “I hold no respect to a man who was nowhere to be found while his pack was in danger. Do you even know what happened? Are you aware that your wolves have no food, no medicine, no weapons, no supplies? Do you even know what happened?” “Ronan…” Silas warned on a growl, but Ronan ignored him, staring straight at his father. “I’m the only one who stepped up.” He projected his voice so everyone could hear him. “You weren’t here, and Silas
“I apologize if I kept you waiting.” He drawled, voice crisp and collected. “I had some loose ends to tie up.” “What poor sod did you toss in a ditch this time?” Selene asked. Ronan had not touched her milkshake, so she dragged the glass back to her and slurped on the straw loudly. “No one’s in a ditch.” He chided, “It was nothing important. Well, nothing that won’t be revealed in due time anyway.” Unable to help himself, Ronan reached out for the box on the table, and was surprised to find it was a pack of tea bags. And, it was a brand he knew very well. When he glanced back up, Killian was staring at him, something in his eyes made Ronan’s hackles rise. “Do you find it familiar, Draven?” He asked, glancing down at the pack. “Uh…yes.” “Really?” Selene asked, “I didn’t know you were a tea person, Ronan.” Ronan shook his head, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable. “I’m not. It’s just…this is the brand that Raine drinks.” Killian cocked his head to the side, smiling. “What a coin
Raine remembered her just barely. The woman died when she and Ronan were seven-ish. Matthias’s mate, and the Luna of the pack. She had baby Ronan in her arms, while Silas hugged his father’s legs, a smudge of ice cream against his cheek. Raine couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face, even as a twinge of jealousy settled in her chest at the sight of Matthias’s arms around his mate, the way he smiled down at her like she was the only one he had eyes for. Ronan had never looked at Raine like that. Not even before he’d rejected her. She returned the frame back to it’s place and stepped out of the alpha’s room, feeling like she’d done something she wasn’t supposed to. She was stepping down the last stair when a knock sounded at the door. Raine frowned. None of the people who lived here needed to knock. They all had their keys. And no one would come looking for Matthias here, not when the whole pack knew he’d be at another meeting. Raine approached the door cautiously, flex
Raine furrowed her brows in confusion as noise erupted among the crowd once again, each person wanting to be heard over the other as everyone yelled out their opinions. Someone jostled her in the ensuring chaos, and she fell back against Killian. He brought a hand out to steady her with a grip on her waist, his gloves cold even through the fabric of her shirt. Suddenly, Matthias was there. Pushing past the crowd to reach her. Ronan and Silas followed behind. Ronan’s gaze met hers, unreadable as it dropped to where Killian held her. “Outside!” Matthias barked, face twisted in anger. “Now, Raine!” She pulled away from Killian’s grip and found herself bustled out in between four wolf men. As soon as they were out of the hall, Matthias was lunging at Killian, wrapping a hand around the front of his chest and pushing him up against the wall of the building, hard enough that the concrete cracked. Killian’s face didn’t change. He held both hands up and stared impassively down at Matthia
“Ha but I never said I wasn’t dangerous.” He reached down and pulled at one of his gloves, shifting it a little so his wrist was exposed. The sight of that pale silver of skin made him unusually vulnerable, and she wasn’t sure why. “I’m an alpha wolf. It is in my nature to be dangerous. But like I said, I do not start fights.” “Why do they all hate you then?” Killian smiled, but it came out more wistful than amused. “My family has history with the Dravens. A bit of bad blood if you must say. But I do not believe in inheriting enemies. I’d much rather make my own.” He glanced at her with a glint in his eye. Before she could say anything else, Ronan stepped in between them, throwing an arm around her shoulders. Raine blinked in surprise. This was the first time he’d touched her since that first night. She glanced up at him, shocked at this sudden behavior, even as her cheeks heated up. “I didn’t know you and Alpha Voss were so friendly,” his smile was too bright, too wide, and he
Raine came to his room in the dead of the night. But unlike that night many weeks ago, she was completely sober. It was sometime after one a.m., and Matthias was in the bathroom, head thrown back under the spray of the shower, reminiscing about the day’s events and letting the warm water soothe his aches. The shower door slid open a moment later, and Matthias turned to find her there. Naked and as beautiful as the first time he saw her. She had her hair up in a messy bun, some tendrils managed to escape and fell around her face in soft willowy wisps, framing her features and bringing out her eyes. He stared at her, shocked. “What are you doing here?”She shrugged a shoulder, “Ronan’s asleep. It’s been a tense couple of days for you, I figured you wouldn’t mind some stress relieve.” She bit down on her lip. “Am I being too forward?”“What? No.” He sputtered, “Never!” She sent him a small, shy smile that went straight through him and he stepped back a little, making space for her in
“I don’t trust him.” She spoke warily, picking each word carefully. “I just think maybe you should place the needs of the pack above any personal vendettas you might have with the Voss.” “Are you telling me how to do my job?” Matthias growled, his voice low and deadly. Raine swallowed, stepping back into the counter, her scent souring with fear. She opened her mouth to say something else, but before she could, the back door swung open with a bang, and a female beta soldier ran in, panting and frantic. “Alpha Draven...” she panted, chest heaving with each panicked breath. “A fight…the pack square. General Malte and Ronan. I think he’s going to kill him.” The square was chaos. By the time Matthias arrived, the place was a bloodbath. Almost every wolf in the pack was gathered, the crowd dense and tight as everyone yelled one thing or another at the spectacle going on before them. The air reeked of blood and sweat as he forced his way through the throng of bodies. The screams fr
“Of course it’s an inside job.” Ronan snorted. “If someone had infiltrated through the wards, there would’ve been an alarm of some sorts. So far there hasn’t. Which means, one of us, smuggled her in and murdered her, for whatever reason.” Matthias glanced at his son, remembering Thalia's earlier words. “Ronan we’ve established this. There are no rats among my men.” “Really?” He scoffed. “Explain this then. If not your men, then who else in this pack has access to wolfsbane?” “Are we about to have a repeat of the other day?” Malte growled, eyes flashing Amber. “I beat your ass once, boy. I’ll do it again If I have to.” Ronan didn’t flinch. He held Malte's gaze, his jaw tight and tense, his eyes dark with danger. “Try it, old man. See what happens this time.” Thalia sneered at him from behind her father, her lips pulling back to reveal her fangs. Matthias slammed his palm against the table, stopping whatever this was from escalating. The sound cracked through the room like a whip.
Thalia stepped in after him, shutting the door behind her with a slam that was loud enough to quiet the murmuring of the crowd. She stepped to the side, leaving everyone’s attention on Matthias. Silas was the first to speak up. “Alpha, what is going on?” Matthias cleared his throat, keeping his expression neutral. “We have very terrible news. Raine,” he called to her, and she snapped her head up, brows furrowed in confusion. “Please, step forward.” Raine approached with Ronan behind her. Matthias watched as his son’s nose flared, and the boy caught the scent of blood on them. His eyes narrowed, and he stopped a few feet back, watching their interaction with an hawk like attention. “What’s going on?” She asked, glancing around. “Am I in trouble?” “No.” he shook his head, reaching up to rub at the bridge of his nose. “You’re not in trouble.” He cleared his throat, projecting his voice so everyone in the room could also hear. “We found a body tonight.” He said finally, the words c
Matthias got closer, and his heart lurched violently in his chest. He knew this woman. His heart was in his throat as he crouched down and got a closer look at the woman’s face. “Diane.” He whispered, the name catching in his throat like thorns on a rose. This was Diane Whitmore, Raine’s mother. A woman he hadn’t seen in years, since the death of her mate, Raine’s father. Matthias had known her well. She was younger than him by a few years, and she and he had been mates their whole lives—school, work, even the pack army. And here she was, dead. Nothing but a body in the dirt. He crouched low beside the body, his vison sharpened, his wolf close to the surface, his senses flaring. “Can you smell the wolfsbane on her, Thalia?” He asked, turning his head slightly over his shoulder. Thalia stepped closer, her face stoic and unsmiling. “Yes, alpha. Her lips are blue too, and her skin is almost translucent. Do you think she might have been poisoned?” Matthias nodded, getting to his fee
All the elders stood in a crescent, calling forward wolves who had proven themselves in the last lunar cycle, hunters, warriors, and mothers. And then came the part Raine had been waiting her whole life for. Elder Maren, one of the oldest members of the pack, having been there since the inception of the first Draven, stepped into the mating circle at the center of the clearing, and spoke, his voice ringing clear through the night. “We call forward Ronan Draven and Raine Whitmore to stand before the pack.” His voice was hoarse and croaking, sending ripples through the gathered crowd. The crowd stilled, murmurs quieted, the crackle of the central bonfire was sudden deafening. Ronan extended his hand forward, Raine glanced down at it, before dragging her gaze back up to him. His gaze was dark and unreadable. Raine hesitated. After a deep breath, she stepped forward, placing her fingers in his hands. His hands tightened around hers, his grip firm, and warm. The kind of touch that
Maybe it was the Knowledge that every last of their wolves was currently on a run, weaving through the forests around their borders in wolf form. Killian was strong, but even he couldn’t stop a pack of lunar crazed wolves from tearing them to shreds if they were discovered. “Killian,” She called again, when he didn’t reply the first time. “I don’t like it here.” “Neither do I." He snapped. “But it is a necessary evil.” He leaned forward in his seat, the moonlight turning his white hair into silver. His brows furrowed, mouth turning down at the corners as he concentrated on something. He was in that position for a while, until he sat up suddenly. “They’re gone.” He said, “Let’s go.” Selene blinked, skeptical. “They’re done with their run? Already?” “No, not with their run.” He snapped at her, voice cutting like he was speaking to a preschooler. “But they’ve migrated from this place. We have to hurry before they return.” “I don’t know why we couldn’t pick another place to do th
“What are you doing?” He asked very carefully, eyeing her like she was a dangerous intruder. Raine shrugged, fighting the urge to wrap her arms around her body and shield herself from his stare. “I realized that I might have acted too harshly.” She said, keeping her voice as calm as she could. “If we’re to be mated again, I think it is only fair I take care of your needs. That way, you won’t feel it is necessary to get your pleasure elsewhere.” Ronan stared her down, eyes narrowed with suspicion. “You want me to have sex with you?” “Yes.” She moved closer, pressing herself against his arm, his wet skin against hers, causing goosebumps to rise over her flesh. “I am your mate. It’ll be good for our wolves to be more intimate. Restore that connection we lost.” “This is a waste of time.” He scoffed in anger, pushing her away. “Our wolves don’t need to be reacquainted because I’m not going to mate with you.” She gaped at him. “But Matthias said-” “I don’t care what he said!” He grow
Temptation was a fatal flaw. Killian did not make it a habit to succumb to it. But something about Raine was damning. He stood in the darkness of his bedroom, staring down at the coat draped over his chair. A coat that still smelled like her, fabric that had kissed the pale softness of her naked skin. Killian was usually stronger than this. But the full moon was near. His beast made terrible decisions during this time. Killian decided he’d blame this one on the beast as well. Fingers twitching, he reached for the damned coat and brought it to his nose. He took a lungful, and almost immediately, his cock swelled as he remembered the way she’d looked earlier, pale and golden in the morning sun. A vision. Shaking, Killian dug his hands into the fly of his slacks and took his harden cock in his hand. Burying his face in the coat, breathing in her scent, it took him some strokes of his cock, before his knees buckled and he came all over his gloves, groaning and sinking down t
The other woman, whose full name she later found out was Lyra Scott, seemed to be every where in the pack house now. Matthias claimed they hadn’t had sex since Lyra returned from her mission, but Raine seemed to find her walking out of Matthias’s room at every hour. The logical part of her brain told her it was to be expected. Lyra was a medic, and Matthias was injured, still recovering from the wolfsbane laced knife wound. Of course, Lyra would be around more often to monitor his progress. But, the other part of her brain, the more wolf like part was not having it. And to make matters worse, the alpha hadn’t touched her since that day, and Ronan was hardly ever around. On the day he was, he came to bed late, and reeked of another woman. She registered her mate's infidelity absently, keeping notes to use against him much later, too occupied with Matthias and Lyra to pay much attention to Ronan’s indiscretion. That morning, she left the pack house as early as dawn to avoid runnin
Ronan turned incredibly pale and scampered off of her, staring down at her like she’d just told him she was leaving to join the circus. Selene sat up, frowning up at me as she gathered the sheets close to her. “What’s is it? Did I say something wrong?” Ronan narrowed his eyes. “Was that a joke?” He growled, hands fisting by his sides. “Was what a joke?” She asked, bored now that it seemed Ronan was not interested in having sex anymore. “Don’t play dumb with me! What you said, about Killian liking Raine. Tell me you were joking.” He snarled, speaking like each word was bringing him physical pain. “Why would I joke about something like that?” She pouted up at him. “And more importantly, why does the idea get your panties in such a bunch. You don’t care about her anymore.” “Doesn’t mean I want your brother's grubby paws all over her. Raine belongs to me!” Now Selene was pissed. She pushed the sheets off of her and got to her feet, stomping away from Ronan to put her robe back