I rubbed my palms together before holding them to my face. The thrill rushed through me, bubbling up like a spark catching fire. I would see them pretty soon too. I was going home to my parents, to my mom, to my dad, to Becca, and the rest of Springville. A tightening sensation pulled at the tips of my fingers as my body slowly began to run cold. The rest of Springville? My hands dropped to my sides. To Higan, my mate who had rejected me? My gaze fell to the ground as my body ran colder. I had somehow forgotten about a huge chunk of my life in Springville. The bullying, the rejection, the ostracizing. What would happen when I returned? I proposed that my parents let me stay the rest of the school term at home and my mom agreed but what about college after? Summer break? I would still be in town, under The rule of Higan Sinclair as the Alpha. “Harlyn love?“ Tyler shook me lightly by the shoulder, his voice dipping light with concern. I blinked quickly, forcing a smile. “Sorr
The moment my bare feet met the moist grass of the forest in my dreamscape, I felt it. A sentient shift in the atmosphere. The air felt denser and fully charged with something electric and violent. The trees rustled as they trembled and recoiled from a storm brewing. The usual scent of petrichor and pine was tainted with the acrid burn of unnatural. And there they were. My wolf, white fur stained with mud and an onyx liquid, her eyes burning with molten golden fury. And her opposition. Me. Or rather, the version of me I had come to fear. My doppelganger, the Melbringer. The last time I'd encountered her in my dreamscape, she nearly killed me with her wrath. It looked like my wolf had now taken my place. She swung around wreathed in smoke and tresses, flickering between substance and shadow. Her pallid eyes squinted sharp with amusement with lips curled in a delighted smirk. Whatever was happening, she was relishing it. An opaque filmy force coiled around her fingers, tw
“No.” My voice was hoarse but firm.Ethan's gaze snapped back to mine with a frown. I could feel the tension in the way his body coiled, ready to strike.I swallowed hard, forcing myself to breathe past the lingering haze of pain. “It wasn’t an external attack,” I whispered.Silence followed once again. I let it linger because how exactly was I supposed to explain that my sorceress side had manifested as an entity in my mind and it was strong enough to harm me physically?Ethan’s grip flexed, his control razor-thin. I could see it in the way his jaw tightened, in the flicker of something unreadable behind his dark eyes. He was anxious.I licked my lips, forcing the words out. “It was me,” I admitted. “It happened in my dream.”The weight of their gazes pressed in on me.“Explain,” Ethan ordered, biting down on his Jaw.“I've been having certain dreams for a while where I sorta talk to my wolf and this girl,” I paused, twiddling my thumbs.“What did she look like?“ Khalid headed toward
Things had settled down in the plane but my mind refused to.The edge of my fingers hovered over an open book in my lap, my eyes skimming the words without really absorbing them. I'd picked it to pass the time as we continued to head for Springville.Control. That’s what I was supposed to be learning. But how could I even begin to grasp control when I wasn’t sure what was real?"Oh, little one, things are about to change for you.“The words still sang in my head, low, guttural, and amused. It was also familiar in a way that sent a shiver down my spine.It sounded like my wolf. I'd heard her many times in my dreamscape but it was the first I'd heard her speak in my mind.But that didn’t provide much of an information. Wolves didn’t just speak in their human mind. That wasn’t how it worked. There were special circumstances, sure like deeply bonded mates shifting, sacred rituals, and moments of absolute desperation. But this? This was something else entirely.The sound of rustling made m
“A well-known one apparently,” I retorted with optimistic sarcasm.The last time I was at their place in town, I never picked up on this flock of cars. Whose were they? It was Springville after all. However, the more I stepped down, the more I realized I recognized some of those cars in waiting. And, as if called upon by my fears, I watched the boy of my nightmare climb down a black G-wagon.Higan Sinclair.I halted my steps as my heart stilled. I hadn't seen him in so long yet suddenly he was right in front of me. The slithery discomfort coiled in my chest like a snake as I watched Higan step closer.Even after months, my body still betrayed me. My heart stilled, then stuttered, as if caught in a moment it had long since lost the right to care about. I forced my breath to even out, reminding myself that he wasn’t anything to me, that I was stronger than the damage he'd done to me.Whatever claim he had on me was non-existent.But then a question rang loud. Why was he here?More than
The plan was to stick around for whatever conversation would be held between Ethan and Alpha Harris, but that plan quickly fell apart as Khalid insisted on escorting me to a bedroom.“You know it won't necessarily stop me from eavesdropping,” I whispered to Khalid as we climbed up the carpeted stairs.“Have you ever wondered how pack members can't really hear what is discussed by their pack leaders in their homes?“ Khalid countered with a sheepish smile as he dragged my suitcases behind him.“I'm guessing there's some magic involved,” I remarked, tugging my duffle bag closer to my shoulders.“Precisely and I promise you, your ears won't like the attempt,” he warned with a clipped tone.I wondered what he meant by that but I yielded anyway. One, I was too tired to discover whatever secret they were guarding right then. Two, there was someone in the house I wasn't comfortable with and I needed to be aware of his every move.Higan. They had left him out of the conversation too and he had
I stayed perfectly still, hoping to hear something more. Nothing. After a long pause, I released a slow deep breath and shook my head. Maybe I was being paranoid. Maybe.Still, I reached for the door and made sure it was locked before turning away. “Worrying won’t do anything,” I whispered to myself.My parents would be here soon, and if nothing else, I wanted to look presentable when they arrived.With that thought, I grabbed some fresh clothes from my bag and headed to the bathroom where an ivory bathtub waited. Lined up on the marble counters were countless bathing products and a particular pomegranate-scented bath bomb that caught my eye.The warm water helped ease some of the stiffness in my muscles. I scrubbed away the lingering exhaustion from the trip, letting the steam fill the small space, cocooning me in temporary peace.But it couldn’t wash away the restlessness in my mind.Even as I lathered soap across my arms, Higan’s face resurfaced in my thoughts, his infuriated stare
What? I flushed from the idea, shuffling my feet before turning away sharply to grab my clothes, putting some space between us.I swallowed, gripping my towel tighter. “I should get dressed,” I murmured before turning to face him with my clothes held against my chest.He blinked, seemingly surprised before he nodded and moved to face the door. He didn’t leave. A small smile grazed my lips.Tension stayed thick in the air between us but my paranoia was long gone. I quickly changed into a pair of large comfortable grey sweats. My fingers trembled all through despite the warmth lingering on my skin.I could feel Ethan, his presence, his awareness of me, even with his back turned. By the time I finished, the air in the room had shifted, but neither of us acknowledged it.Not yet.Ethan remained where he was, his back still facing me. His head tilted slightly, his dark hair tousling. It felt like he was hesitating before he finally spoke. “You expected me to leave entirely, didn’t you?”Hi
“Pray tell mutt,” Ethan spoke in a measured resonant growl, stopping right in front of Higan. “Why shouldn't I end your misfortune-stricken life right now?“Higan’s shoulders twitched, his fingers flexing like he was considering something reckless. Then the groans got louder. I frowned, darting my gaze toward the source of the sound.I couldn't feel it myself but I knew somehow. Perhaps from the way my body hummed, or from the growing urge to touch Ethan, I knew. It was another pulse of authority.Higan’s breath hitched, and I watched, stunned, enthralled, terrified, as the weight of Ethan’s presence pressed him lower. I sucked in a shallow breath, my gaze darting from one to the other.“That's your defense? More thoughtless recklessness?“ Ethan mocked.I couldn't see the face he was making, all I could see was his back and his head tilted down as he looked down on Higan.The moment stretched, a battle of will and submission, but there was never a real fight. Higan never had a chance.
"Leftovers, that's what you are! Get that through your thin-molded skull," Higan’s voice was gruff and serrated as his words gutted me open.My gloves had frozen solid from my nerves exploding, I couldn't even try to defend myself with them in the way. I desperately wanted to freeze his hands off, to get him off me but I was stuck tight between his hold.His grip on my arms was anything but gentle as his fingers pressed deep enough to bruise and it did. My skin stung under the fabric of my sweater. I winced out loud, grimacing from the growing pain.I tried to find my voice, to tell him off but my words fell apart on my tongue. It lacked the spine I wanted to display.Yet, a strange form of violence was brewing in my blood. I recognized the rage. It was my wolf's. She was pushing for control, she wanted to fight.As much as I'd love to let her, I was at the mercy of his pack grounds. He was still the alpha and I could get killed even if it was self-defense.I was helpless. The realiza
He leaned leisurely against the far end of the wooden fence, half-shadowed by the yellow garden lights. A cigarette burned lazily between his fingers, the ember flaring as he took a slow, unhurried drag.The smoke curled past his lips, dissipating into the cold air like a ghost slipping through the cracks of reality. It was a haunting sight. Like I'd met the devil during his smoke break.His hoodie was pushed back slightly, his dark hair stark against the night. He looked untouched by the cold as if winter had decided he was too untouchable, too distant to claim.I had no idea how long he’d been standing there. Watching. His black eyes flicked to me, amused yet seemingly unbothered like he was expecting this.Something sharp and ugly twisted in my stomach. Fate was being cruel bringing us together. That was another messed up manifestation of our bond. Mates will always find a way to meet. It applied even when I didn't want to.Higan exhaled another slow breath of smoke before finally
The Stark mansion had been quiet. My room had been quiet. The kind of quiet you tell yourself is good but it still settled deep in your bones, heavy and suffocating. This place? The opposite. The towering wooden cabin downtown loomed ahead as Caleb drove closer to the crammed makeshift parking lot. Colored lights spilled from the building's tall windows, illuminating the sea of people sparsed onto the porch and yard. The air pulsed with bass-heavy music, I could feel it despite still being locked in the car. It almost marched my thundering heartbeat. Thank goddess for gloves or the entire car seat would be as frost-coated as the trees. I was unraveling. “Let's get the Christmas debauchery started,” Tyler quipped as he swung the car door open from the passenger seat at the front. “They're teens Tyler, not minx strippers in Vegas,” Caleb threw the concerning comment. I ignored it. “Thanks,” I muttered to Tyler who'd taken it upon himself to open my car door. Perhaps he sensed
His eyes flicked over me like he was peering right through my excuses. A quiet, knowing pause stretched between us before he finally spoke. “Surely you're not hiding in this room for their sake, right?“I blinked at him at his tone. He'd become too serious too fast. I clenched my jaw, looking away. My fingers itched so I gently played with my fingertips. “I’m not hiding.”His boots thumped closer and I looked right at him as he stood next to the bed. “Come then,” he challenged with a tilt of his head.“You should go.“ My wolf urged, her voice dancing through my thoughts. It felt like she'd accepted his challenge. I wasn't sure what to feel.On one hand, I hated to admit it but I was hiding and if I continued like this, it'd take longer to leave the house. On the other hand, I wasn't sure it was right to confront them all.Though, I did want to see someone. Becca. I hadn't heard much about her since I returned and I owed her an explanation for my disappearance. But I was hoping it woul
Things had surely been awkward for a while but I was really working toward moving past that and forward to whatever new thing would surely soon be sprung on me.I climbed down my bed and my feet met the chilly floor. The room must have dropped in temperature again when I'd slept. I was starting to get used to it, the sudden chill that clung to my space. It helped that December had settled in, and snow had begun its slow descent over the town.A week went by too fast, caught up in the process of my parents moving into the Stark mansion with whatever remained of our things. I thought it was odd that our old house was left empty until I found out that the Melbringer had crashed the building in search of me.I was sure the town was filled with gossip now about the Sage family moving in with the small mysterious pack of teens at Eldrood Street. But I wouldn't really know, I haven't stepped a foot out yet.That was a lie. I'd been using my sight and hearing, stretching it past the house to
“Harlyn.” My mom reached for my hand, but I pulled away faster before she could touch me. It wasn't necessarily on purpose, it was more an instinct to reject whatever she wanted to tell me.Her eyes widened in surprise before her face crumpled, but I looked away. I didn't have it in me to care even if I didn't mean to hurt her.“Parenting you was the last order given to us by our Alpha,” my dad said finally. His voice was steady, but I caught the way his fingers tensed against the dresser. “Your father. Alpha Torren Lockwood of the Moonstone Pack.”His words settled over me like frost. I let them sink in. Let them claw their way inside me and burn me cold. I shivered.The last order. It was an assignment. A responsibility handed down by some dead Alpha I’d never even known.My heartbeat was a dull thud in my ears. “So when he died, I technically became your problem.”“No,” my mom whispered, her voice cracking. “It was never like that.”“Then how was it?” I snapped curtly.My dad stood
A knock resonated through Ethan Stark's office study and I'd never been so grateful to be interrupted.Ten minutes ago I'd been sat on his desk as he ravaged me with his mouth but he'd quickly rejected another round of a makeout he initiated and I was feeling pretty silly.“I should go,” I rushed right for the door, ignoring the pounding of my heart against my chest and the lingering sensation between my legs.“Your mom's asking for —” I walked right past Tyler as he spoke, not in the mood for whatever reaction he'd give to my apparent state.I shouldn't let anyone see me like this. No one that mattered anyway.Running my hand to smoothen my clothes, I walked back to the living room to look for my parents. With the authority off, they should be able to look me in the eye and hold me perhaps without feeling like they're crossing a line.They were gone and my heart sank further. I listened in for them, trying to catch their heartbeats in the passing wind. I did. They were upstairs, in m
“I know,” he whispered back, his warm breath fanning my face.His heavy musky sandalwood scent had found its way to my nose, and the heat of his body made me hyperaware. We weren't touching, but even the slightest movement could change that.“Relax,” he ordered harshly, but it sounded more addressed to himself rather than me. He was really pushing himself, or so it seemed to me.“I am relaxed, are you?” I retorted sharply, resisting the urge to swallow the torrents of butterflies raging through my gut.“You're icing the table,” he tilted his head to his right, his hair shifting slightly to cradle his forehead.I was? As if to affirm it, my fingers itched with a familiar icy feeling. “You didn't answer me,” I shot back in defense, keeping my gaze locked with his deep-pooling amber pair.“Turn it off,” he insisted.“I can't,” I told him honestly.“Please,” he faltered, leaning in closer to rest his arms by my side, his head hung low by my left shoulder. Both his palms were against the t