A week after Dianeâs body was found, Matthias went looking for Lyra. The Medic House sat just outside the main grounds, tucked beneath the trees like it wanted to be forgotten. At dawn, when no one else was awake, he knew Lyra would be awake. She was as much a soldier as Matthias was, and he knew the kind of hours she kept. As expected, the lights were on. Matthias did not bother with a knock before he pushed the front door open, knowing fully well that the door would be open. Lyra was at her desk, dressed in more color than heâd ever seen on herâa black and white checkered shirt she had buttoned halfway up, paired with hot red shorts that rode up on her pale thighs where she sat. Her short, blonde hair fell across the side of her face, shielding her view from Matthiasâs for a minute. She must have scented him, because her head shot up a moment later, digging her nose out from the notebook it was buried in. She gaped at him momentarily, before regaining her composure and pushin
When he woke up that morning, he found Raine curled around him, naked and beautiful in the pale light of the morning. Ronan couldnât recall when last he slept at home this long, and for some reason, he didnât exactly hate the idea of waking up to this woman, especially now that she was so docile and pliant. Deliberately ignoring the dark circles around her eyes and the way her ribs were more pronounced than usual, Ronan slipped out of the bed and got dressed for the day. A moment later, he was entering his fatherâs study, where Matthias, Malte, and Silas were seated around the long table Matthias usually reserved for war meetings. A trickle of something ran down his spine at the sight of all them like that. It was almost foreshadowing for the future, when Killian decided to push their plan forward, and Ronan finally took a hold of the pack. They all looked up when he walked in, but Silas was the first to speak. âRonan, we were just talking about you.â His brows furrowed, eyes n
The kiss was uncalculated, a spur of the moment. There was a reason why Killian did not indulge in spurs of the moment, because they had consequences and fallouts that he was not ready to deal with. Case in point, Ronan Dravenâs hot air in his face as the young manâs hand fisted in Killianâs shirt, snarling against him, his nostrils flared wide as he scented Killian, the smell of his mate driving him even wilder with anger. âAnswer me.â He growled, shaking Killian until his teeth rattled. âWhy do you smell like Raine?â Killian cocked a brow, taking in the sheen of sweat on the boyâs face. âWhat an interesting reaction to have for someone you care nothing about.â He caught Seleneâs gaze from across the room, watching her eyes narrow as she watched Ronanâs display. âOr have I missed a memo somewhere, Draven? Since when did she become out of bounds?â âYou killed her mother.â Ronan hissed. âI will not let you go near her.â Killian rolled his eyes, pushing Ronan away with little eff
Ronan went straight for the slave houses, where Selene had brought him the first time he met Hansel. Ronan kept his head low as he walked through the pack, but he was a familiar enough face that no one paid him much mind. Once at the house, he headed straight for Hanselâs room, giving a cursory nod to the handler stationed at the reception. The alpha woman sent him a small wave, barely paying him any mind. With his heart in his throat, he took the stairs two at a time, hoping Hansel was home. He didnât bother knocking before he pushed the door open and stepped in, only to come to a complete stop at the sight he walked into. There was a large man on a chair by the corner, and Hansel knelt between the manâs spread legs, his head bobbing up and down as he serviced the much larger wolf. The man was the first to notice Ronan, and he failed in surprise before pushing Hansel away. The smaller ward witch turned around in shock, blinking blearily at Ronan before his eyes cleared in recogni
Malte and Thalia were in Killianâs study room when Ronan joined them. He was brought by one of the security guards to cover up the fact that he was far too familiar with the house. Malte glanced up from their seat on the couch when he walked in, and his gaze on Ronan felt almost knowing. Like he knew more than he was letting on. Ronan deliberately kept his gaze away from the man, walking around to take the space next to Thalia. Killian sat at his desk, looking down at all of them like a King from atop his throne. Selene stood next to him. They were a vision in matching white fur, their hair flowing down their shoulders, looking like mirror images of the other, their piercing blue eyes twin lasers over the room. Ronan felt a chill down his spine at the sight of them both. Heâd forgotten just how powerful the twins were, and this was a chilling reminder. âRonan Draven.â Killian drawled, with his chin in his palm, he looked almost bored. âHow nice of you to finally join us.â âAlpha
Hyper aware of both Malte and Thaliaâs gazes on him, Ronan fished out the box he kept in his coat pocket and marched forward until he was standing in front of Killianâs desk. Killian kept eye contact with him as he closed the space between them, one corner of his lips tilted up in a small smirk. With a deep breath, Ronan dropped the box on the table. It was a packet of tea. A very familiar brand. Ronan knew what it meant, and so did Killian. The alphaâs gaze dropped to the box, a muscle jumping in his jaw before he dragged his gaze back up. The smirk was gone, replaced with a dark look Ronan could not read, but sent chills down his spine regardless. âGive us Hansel, and itâs yours.â Selene snorted, rolling her eyes. âThis is ridiculous.â Killian ignored her, and so did Ronan. âDo you realize what youâre offering?â Killian asked. Ronan nodded. âYes. Give us the ward witch, and you can have it.â Selene scoffed again, glaring at both of them. âYou canât seriously be
Raine sent her a dry look. âMy business is with Matthias.â âOf course.â She nodded, blinking rapidly. âYou donât look so good, are you sure youâre up for today?â âI donât need your pity.â She sneered, her anger curdling into something ugly that fought to spill out. âIf I have any health related issue. I know where to find you.â Lyra reared back, brows furrowed like she didnât understand the attitude. Her mouth parted slightly, like she wanted to say something, but she changed her mind, nodding once instead. âOf course, please do not hesitate to reach out.â She cleared her throat, squeezing Raineâs shoulder as she walked past. âI truly am sorry for your loss.â Before Raine could say something scathing in response, Lyra was gone, shutting the door behind her as she left. Raine huffed, her anger boiling over until she wanted to scream with the force of it. She swept forward, catching a glimpse of herself in the large mirror. As she stared at the columns in her throat, and her
Lyra was the first to hear her come in, her head snapping up. She watched Raine approach wearily, pursing her lips like she was expecting another treatment like the one she got earlier. But Raine chose to pay her mind, bowing instead at Matthias. âWeâve had your motherâs body brought down to the creek.â The alpha said, his voice hoarse. âWhenever youâre ready, Iâll take you down there, and the procession can start.â Raine nodded, even as the thought of finally saying goodbye to her mother filled her with a grief so profound she couldnât even put it into words. Matthias didnât say another word, and with one last nod, he turned and led Raine out the house, past the pack and down to the creek where Diane would be cremated. Just like her father, and every other wolf in the pack, Diane Whitmore would be cremated on the banks of the packâs only creek, and then much later in the night, during the customary crossing over party, Raine would scatter her motherâs ashes over the fields, under
On the tenth day of her imprisonment, Raine smelled Ronanâs scent. The days bled into each other, Raine found herself staring for a long time at the bottle of pills Selene dropped next to her, until her gaze had gone unfocused and she stared unseeingly at the distance. The pill bottle had stayed where it was until Killian returned and met it there. At the sight of the plastic yellow bottle, something had flashed in his eyes, and heâd stood next to the bed with a look she couldnât read in his eyes, staring at her, his eyes bright in the dark as he stood for so long. After what felt like forever, he pulled open the drawer at the bedside table and tossed the bottle of pills inside, away from where she could see it. He didnât say a word, hadnât even asked how she managed to get it, and Raine had said nothing as explanation. That night, he slept in his bed, next to her for the first time since heâd brought her there. Raine shut her eyes and pretended she was back in the packhouse, in M
The handshake went on for much longer than Mathias was comfortable with, and when it ended, a shiver ran down Matthiasâs spine and lingered like static under his skin as Killian dropped his hand last, his touch lingering for much longer than was necessary. The other manâs gaze was unreadable, the corners of his lips twitching like he was holding back a burst of laughter. Maybe it was a sneer, or both for that matter. Matthias didnât know which unsettled him more. âShall we, alpha?â the Voss alpha said with a mock bow, rolling his hand in the direction of the dining area. âWould you rather we speak here? Or should we take this discussion elsewhere? Maybe with a bit more privacy?â âNo.â Matthias snapped, keeping his growl in check. âWe can have the discussion, right here. This discussion will be brief. Iâd hate to keep you waiting longer than youâd have to.â Killian tilted his head slightly, staring at Mathias with an expression he couldnât read. âIâd also hate to hate to keep yo
The days bled into each other until Raine wasnât sure anymore how long itâd been since she last saw her pack. Killian swore there was no wolfsbane in her system, and so did the doctor, but her bones refused to mend themselves, and her senses were as muted as theyâd been when she was a child. She could not smell or sense anything more than the average human, and her wolf was deadly silent. When she told Killian all these, he would look at her with an expression sheâd come to know as fond pity. Like she was a beloved cat who didnât know it was dying. Raine didnât feel like she was dying. She couldnât feel anything much, but she at least would know if her body was giving up on her. She was in bed most days, in his bed to be precise, but at least he didnât sleep in it as far as she was concerned, and only female helps came to assist her in dressing and cleaning up. Raine had no qualms about being nude in front of strangers, but she was relived beyond doubt that Killian would not be th
Itâd been five days since Raine was last seen in the pack. It was a constant gnawing at Matthiasâs mind, but he hadnât even been given enough peace of mind to properly torture himself over the matter. Tensions in the pack were worse than over, with several of his solders refusing to follow orders and organizing some kind of strike against his leadership. The unrest in the pack had escalated to full blown protests, with wolves turning violent towards themselves and members of Matthiasâs house. Lyra had to move into the pack house for the main time because many wolves kept targeting her medic building and threatening her if she didnât misalign herself from Matthias, Silas had once been attacked while on his way to the wards, and has since stopped leaving the house without extra backing, and to make matters worse, the pack house was no longer a hundred percent foolproof. Just the day before, a handful of wolves managed to get past the guards posted around the houseâs compound, and f
Her head was pounding, and everything felt so groggy. She wasnât 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 sheâd 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 sheâd stumbled out of the swamp, she realized she couldnât 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
âI know sheâs here,â he bellowed, barging into Killianâs study like a man on a mission. âWhere is she?â 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. âYouâre yelling, Ronan.â She drawled, wrinkling her nose in distaste. âItâs eight pm, the entire pack is already asleep.â 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 Ronanâs suspicions wor
Selene was disgusted. And that was putting it mildly. Selene stared down her nose at the unmoving body of the woman on Killianâs 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. âKillian, I donât know about you, but this has gone enough long enough.â Killian didnât 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 brotherâs 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 itâd 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 hadnât 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. âSheâs a grown adult, isnât she?â Ronan asked after an hour of searching the house and surrounding premises with no luck. âI donât think we have to be looking for her just because sheâs past curfew.â âSheâs your mate!â Matthias spat, as it was the only thing he was allowed to say. âAre you not even worried to have her be absent from your side, even for just one night?â Ronan shrugged, a muscle ticking in his jaw. âI can count how many times sheâs been in my bed, sleeping by my