“You will return to America under my care, and you will be placed in the cells of Emerald Moon, where you will be rehabilitated. You will undergo training in my special forces, and you will go to therapy to work on your issues. If you so much as step out of line, I will kill you.”Growing quiet, I w
[Denali’s POV]I sit alone on the balcony attached to mine and Rosco’s room, taking in the grounds of Emerald Moon. If you asked me a few months ago if I thought I would be where I was, my answer would most certainly be no. However, here I sat as the new leader of this place while my father and Beat
Nine Months LaterA blood moon rises on the horizon, painting the ground with a bloody glow as it creeps closer and closer to the grounds of Emerald Moon, where a woman is beginning to feel the signs of labor.The packhouse comes alive in preparation for the arrival of an heir, while a group of cloa
[Elise’s POV]My eyes fly open and my breath comes in puffs as I sit up on my cot and begin to look around while the images I just witnessed continue to dance in my mind.“What was that?” I gasp, wiping away the cold sweat that soaks my skin. “What did I just see?”Frowning, I try to push away the f
[Rosco’s POV] A bloody, red light bleeds into the room around us, coloring the floor and furniture to match the mood of the evening. On the bed, sitting in the middle of the room, Denali groans with pain as sweat covers her forehead and her body tenses. “Just a bit more,” Cecile, Denali’s midwife,
[Rosco's POV] I watch William’s retreating form for a moment longer before turning and heading back into the room where Denali is watching my mother cradle Serenity. When both ladies eyes come to rest on me, I place a smile on my face. “What do you think?” I ask, making my way over to my mother. “
“She’s beautiful,” she murmurs, letting Serenity’s tiny fingers wrap around her own. “It’s good you came out looking like your mother and not your dad.” “What?” I growl, taking immediate offense. “Are you trying to say that I’m ugly?” “Something like that,” Elise chuckles. “Sorry, mister, but you’
[Elise’s POV] “Alright,” I announce, fixing my gaze on Rosco. “Why did you want to get me alone?” As I speak, I yank my arm free of his hold and press my hand against his chest. “Did you want to rethink that rejection?” “Don’t be absurd,” he growls, smacking my hand off. “You know damn well that