Nerves fluttered in my stomach, outright fear shoved adrenaline through my veins.
Rig sat with his elbows on the table and his head in his hands, snarling at himself. “…didn’t think it all through. I was so sure we had it… I was so sure…”
I reached across the little table and put a hand on his arm—it was steel under my hand. He was in crisis and I hated that I had no idea what to do to help him.
“Rig, there’s no point whipping yourself with it now, it’s done. We have to… to figure out what we’re going to do when we leave, right?”
He nodded, but didn’t speak, his eyes open but fixed on nothing, his jaw too tight I was worried he
If you like music while you read, try “River” by Bishop Briggs. It’s what I was listening to while writing this scene!*****~ CARA ~I giggled when he picked me up, but the nerves and tension of our conversation were still distracting me when he gently placed me back on my feet in the large bathroom.It was a beautiful little room—gold and brown marble tile, natural wood cabinets, a massive mirror over the sink countertop with lights marching in line around it, and thick, plush rugs on the cold floors.“Shower or bath?” Rig asked, his voice deep and rough.“Never have I ever…” I said a little breathlessly, then lost my nerve. “You choose,&
~ CARA ~I stood in the shower, hair twisted on top of my head, water rushing over my shoulders and back, and Rig, eyes hotter than the scalding water that was turning my skin pink, knelt in front of me, running soapy hands up my legs way too slowly.He’d already washed my back, my sides, my breasts—standing behind me so the water hit me in the chest and running his hands all over my torso. But then, just when he’d washed low on my belly with both hands and I thought he’d delve between my leg,s he’d turned me around and dropped.Now small suds ran down my legs. Each of his large hands cupped the backs of my calves and dragged up, making my skin goosebump all the way to my hip.When he reached the back of my thighs, his fingers curling between
~ RIG ~Being married was turning me into a dick.We were walking outside in the late misty morning. Up here in the mountains the mist and fog often stuck around, swirling through the trees until lunchtime, or later. I’d been showing Cara around, telling her stories of the times we’d spent up here as a family, and the trips with my friends during high school and college vacations. I didn’t mention Stephen or my dad, just the good times. The fun memories. I was trying to keep both of our minds off everything that wouldn’t make her smile. Because Cara’s smile was beautiful and lit up my chest every time she did it.Of course, that was half the problem. Every time she smiled I needed to take that mouth in a kiss. And every time I kissed her my body woke up again.
~ RIG ~Cara wanted to make lunch since I’d made breakfast. But both of us were buzzing a little with tension—uneasiness about the future, but also anticipation of our time together. She kept shooting me little, smiling glances that set me on fire and if I didn’t do something to distract myself, I was going to just throw her over the kitchen counter and take her.So while she puttered around in the kitchen I decided to get things ready for that evening. And since we could talk in our heads, I put music on the system and made sure it was playing in the living room and bedroom… just in case.‘What are you smiling about?’ Cara asked in my head. It was obvious she was still tentative about the bond—her thoughts always coming a little hesitantly.
If you like music while you read, try “Into You” by Ariana Grande. It’s what I listened to while writing this scene.*****~ CARA ~When he was dancing around the living room, it was cute and sexy and made me want him again—which was kind of mind-boggling.Then he wanted me to dance with him and I just kind of froze. It was stupid, I knew, to be self-conscious about something like that after everything we’d been through. But watching Rig move, his smooth, controlled, perfect body, his elegance, and sheer sex-appeal… I just felt inadequate to meet that. He would overwhelm me with his hotness, while I jiggled and giggled and generally… didn’t look attractive.I was so enjoying being with him—
~ CARA ~Rig was as stunning under my hands as he was in my eyes: Smooth, warm skin stretched over hard muscle—muscle that clenched when I touched him, his stomach sucking in and his breath catching.I could make Rig’s breath catch.That seemed… improbable. But the evidence was there.Soon I found the rhythm he’d set and my body—without me overthinking—began to match his, hips rolling, stomach rippling, body writhing in a smooth wave. And when I had that, he dropped the hand on his chest, pinned my other to his belly again and started to turn, slowly, drawing me with him.Suddenly, there were too many clothes between us and they were mostly mine. Trailing my fingers back along his abs,
~ RIG ~My body was going to short-circuit. I’d already lost my mind. Cara was wide eyed and smiling, panting with pleasure, and watching me.When she stared at me like that, when her eyes widened and blazed fire at the sight of me, it almost pushed me over the edge. I pleaded with her—I’d barely entered her, barely made this good.But she urged me on.She was perfect. Perfect. And going to make me fucking come.As we moved together I fought for control—my body peaking pleasure, my wolf slavering for release. But I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t take my pleasure without giving her hers.It was a
~ RIG ~The couch was too small for me to stretch out, so eventually when we’d caught our breaths I turned her on her side and curled her up, spooning her, one arm around her middle, my knees behind hers, and an arm under her chin while her head rested on the arm of the couch.She sighed and I wondered if she would sleep, but her eyelashes kept blinking like she was looking around the room.I was still a little stunned. But I’d never been happier.As I reached up to stroke her hair back, away from her face and down her back, I whispered, “Sorry for the surprise, that was supposed to happen in the treehouse.”She giggled. “We still have days here yet.”
~ RIG ~ I let my upper lip curl up and bare my teeth. Let him see that he was dealing with a helluva lot more than a spoiled rich kid. His instincts were dulled by humanity and alcohol, but even his dimwitted senses caught the flash of my teeth. He stiffened. I smiled. “My wife wants to share her wedding with her Mom—we eloped, but we’ve just watched some friends getting married and it’s making her think about what we missed, so we’re going to do it properly. Make another memory. And Cara wants to share that with her mom. So, we’re going to renew our vows in front of everyone we care about. Which, sadly, includes you.” He smiled and I wanted to bite his face off. “You are invited,” I growled. “But you
SOUNDTRACK: “Your Daughter” by Chase McDaniel. ***** ~ RIG (Three weeks later) ~ Getting out of my jeep in the driveway of the house that was the site of Cara’s torture turned my stomach. My Alpha power—still difficult to contain at times, making me itchy and prone to aggression—surged as I took in the cracked cement with weeds and grass growing up, the overgrown flower beds now little jungles of three foot weeds, and the grass that was thin and patchy, and mostly dead. This was the place that her fucking father had made her believe no one could love her. This was the place she’d been hurt. This was the place I wanted to burn to the fucking ground. But for today, at least, that wasn’t the assig
SOUNDTRACK: “Unbearable” by Nathan Wagner. ***** ~ CHARLIE ~ Watching Mack salivate over Natalie as she walked up the aisle was a very specific kind of torment. Because even though I was supposed to be watching our friends publicly vow themselves, my eyes kept drifting back to Meg who, alongside Cara and Tessa, was standing with Natalie today. She looked… stunning. Natalie, always with the impeccable taste that I didn’t understand, but could fully appreciate, had draped all the girls in floor-length, light-green, figure-hugging-but-not-clinging dresses that revealed flesh without being suggestive. It was fucking torture.
~ MACK ~ When Natalie and Cara finally reached us on the stage, I knew that there was an exchange with the officiant. Cara and Rig said something, but I didn’t hear it. I just took Natalie’s hands and pulled her up to stand in front of me. I was aware of people speaking after that. The officiant—a wolf who’d been among the rebels, whose aunt was human, and had become ordained—spoke for a few minutes about marriage and what it meant, but all I could think about was the deep pools of her eyes, that hollow in her throat that she’d offered me the night before last, and how my entire blood hummed with love and desire and— There was a ripple of laughter. “Oh, what?” I asked. Someone had asked me something. Oh, right. “I do!”
SOUNDTRACK: “Don’t Give Up on Me” by Andy Grammar ***** ~ MACK ~ I had been shitting myself. Absolutely, one hundred percent, about-to-claw-my-own-hair-off, crapping my pants. When Cara told me about the human traditions around a wedding, and what she was planning to do with Rig for their vow renewal—which included not seeing or sleeping with each other the day before the ceremony, which sounded crazy—I’d joked with Natalie that we should do that too. I’d thought it would be cute and maybe increase anticipation for when we did come back together after the ceremony. I hadn’t banked on my mate getting cold feet about doing this in front of the packs, and how her nerves would kick my insecurities into gear—and that the whole damn thing would b
SOUNDTRACK: “Break Your Fall” by UNSECRET and Marc Scibilia. ***** ~ NATALIE ~ “This is stupid and… and indulgent and it doesn’t matter! I should never have agreed to this. It’s nothing but a dumb, human tradition and… it means nothing. I’m not doing it.” I stood in the bedroom that we’d made into a bridal suite—complete with three-way mirror—and folded my arms. I’d been staring at myself and all I could see were the imperfections. Tessa had done a beautiful job on my make up, but everything else just felt… sticky. My dress was a touch too tight around my breasts. There were too many people here and they were all going to be staring. I could feel Mack out there panting with nerves, but what if he didn’t like the dress? I should have shown it to him! Why had I let Cara talk me into all this traditional nonsense? “Natalie, you get your gorgeous ass out there and marry that man before he sweats through his Armani suit,” Cara growled. “Seriously, don’t make me turn it into an orde
~ RIG ~I started towards her, but was halted almost immediately as I watched in awe while my mate carved through lines of wolves as if they were butter.Claws, teeth, whirling body—despite her bulk, she moved like liquid, tail lashing and claws like wicked hooks designed to tear through fur and flesh.I shook and trembled because my father’s power was shifting to me and my veins were boiling with it—while the rest of me simmered in the rising rage and terror of the wolves around us.The transfer of Alpha should have been peaceful. There was an established hierarchy waiting, swelling with the newfound power. But my father was a liar and cheat, and he’d encouraged his wolves towards the same.The hierarchy, the elders, his advisors, every pack and family of power rolled towards us, howling in rage and fear.And my wolves, newly risen and brimming with the triumph of victory and the added confidence of success, tore right back to meet them.Mack, Charlie, Jack, and Natalie tore for me,
SOUNDTRACK: “Legendz” by AG and Devvon Terrell ***** ~ RIG ~ Everything slowed to a crawl, time seemed almost not to move at all as I watched my father go for my mate and I turned, twisting, pushing my body in ways I never had, panic screaming in my head, frantic to reach him before he got her. I couldn’t move fast enough. He was going to land at her feet before I did and his power would carry him right to her throat. She wasn’t equipped for this… It all washed through me in that second—the rage for what he’d done, the fury about his injustices, the anger that he would still cheat, even before the witnesses, and the shocking weight of grief because that was my mate. But then the second wave arrived that left me desperate, panicked, humiliated and hating myself. If she died right now it was my fault. My side screamed in pain as I launched myself after him, but my father seemed to hang in mid-air. I had time to see Cara bare her teeth and crouch. Everything moved so slowly I could
~ RIG ~My father saw the opening he’d been waiting for, gathered himself on his haunches and launched at me, the light of victory in his eyes.Instinctively, I didn’t even try to meet the attack, just leaped straight into the air in an attempt to deflect, dropping my chin, trying to hide my throat as my father snaked in—and to my horror, he would have taken me, except that was the moment Stephen howled in the link, then sent images to us both:Himself. Head bowed. Shoulders rolled forward. His human form submitted.To me.It was a boom of thunder right over my head. In any context, the submission of an Alpha brought al