As Blaze relinquishes his grip on my wrist, I hasten towards my mother, bending over her delicate frame to place a tender kiss on her forehead.A rebel tear slides down my cheek and splashes across her porcelain skin.“I’m sorry, ma, but I have to go with them. If I don’t, I’m afraid they will do something crazy, like kill you, and then me. I love you, and I wish you had been honest with me from the start because I have no idea what’s real and what’s not.” I whisper, wiping her hair out of her face as I look down at her and take a mental snap of her sleeping form. “I love you…” I sob, as I turn away from her.“Don’t allow them into your heart, my child. The second you do, it will all be over.”I look down at my hand as my mother holds on to it in a death grip that surprises the hell out of me, preventing me from walking away from her.“Wh…what?” I breathe out, lifting my gaze to search her face.“Lock your heart up and throw the key away, child. You are the descendant of a powerful Mo
As we drive through the woods, entering the clearing to our pack land, the sun is beginning to descend, casting bright hues to stain the horizon. We have been driving for hours, only making a pit stop here and there to get food or take a toilet break. Glimpsing in the rearview mirror, I cast a quick peek at Luna before I return my gaze to the front. She looks so peaceful, and angelic looking as she continues to sleep. The gentle cadence of her breath, punctuated by the occasional murmur, spurs me on to remain vigilant - to get her as far away from her mother as quickly as I can. She may not see it; I know Saffron sure as hell doesn’t, but she is our future. She is going to save our pack, and together we will break the curse bestowed upon us all. Just by Luna coming here of her own will, shows me that she is nothing like her evil mother. She has sacrificed everything to save our pack line, knowing that she will forever belong to us and that the life she once had, no longer
I jump out of the Ute, the door slamming shut behind me with a resounding thud. My fingers drum irritably against the bottom of my packet of cigarettes, a familiar ritual that always calms my nerves. And right now, my nerves feel like they are shot with restlessness.I whack the bottom of my packet against the palm of my hand while I look out into the crowd that continues to form around Blaze. He's taken it upon himself to courageously explain everything that has taken place in our absence.Like, the death of our Alpha.The finding of our mate, with the shocking discovery that she is our enemy and somehow, destined to be our saving grace. All rolled up into one curvacious being with a sharp tongue that stings like a silver whip, laced with spikes and wolfsbane. Not to mention that our mate's mother was the witch that damned us all to hell. How we fought spellbound wolves and still have one gagged and tied up in the cargo of the Ute for Lily to punish herself. Oh, and not forg
“Careful, darling,” Saffron hisses, gripping the roof of the Ute above my head. “I just might let you.”Licking my lips, I reel in my escaping breath as every fibre in my body hums.What the fuck was that?I have never felt pleasure that intensely before.As much as my mind wishes to royally screw Saffron over, my body craves to jump him and allow him to do whatever he pleases with me. Sexually.This is insane. I’ve known him for less than twenty-four hours, and I feel this magnetic pull towards him that has my heart racing fiercely in my ear canals.This pull toward him is a desperate need I can’t seem to control. It’s overwhelming, making me crave his touch.Straightening my spine, I press my forehead against his. “What was that?” I ask breathlessly, hating how close he is to me—reminding me of the pleasure that was currently surging through me.One corner of his mouth curls upward. “You like pain, darling, and I have a feeling that you and I are going to get along very well. I now
I do my best to keep my feet rooted in the ground. The expression on Lunas’ face is making my wolf inflamed. He is clawing at my chest, and I have to grit my teeth to hold him back. Because the moment I set him free. There is no telling what he may do to Lily. “Lily…” I snarl with a homicidal expression. “You have less than thirty seconds to remove yourself from our mate before we release our wolf onto you,” I warn her in a strained tone, feeling my veins pulse beneath the layers of skin on my body. “One more second, Blaze. I promise.” She whimpers. I know she can see everything that transpired at the hospital through Lunas' eyes, and part of me hopes she finds some solace through Lunas’ vision. “Please…” Luna sobs in a hushed tone that is filled with agony. “It hurts…” “Lily! Release her. Now!” I use my alpha voice, as I can feel the last ounce of control I have slipping through my fingers. A loud howl disperses across the clearing as it travels with the wind. Saffron has s
“Remember the last time you played with fire…” Blazes' voice repeats in my head like a broken record stuck in a loop. He’s right. I know he is and so does my wolf, but it doesn’t dampen the sick craving that bubbles in my gut to bring Luna to her knees in pain that quickly leads to arousal, lust and soon a sinful obsession. It wasn’t my fault what happened to Gloria. Shit…She is the one who introduced me to my fire and blood play kink. It’s a mild infatuation, but the excitement and thrill are there. I rub my chest as a dull ache thrums across my heart, and I can feel my wolf whimpering over the loss of our spitfire, Gloria. Her scent is still imprinted on me, and I fear Lunas will quickly overpower Glorias and make it a memory of what could have been if I had paid closer attention to what I was doing. The sensations of guilt, shame, and grief have been carefully crafted into a chest plate that weighs me down, never letting me forget the path of devastation I had created. I was na
“A curse so deadly bestowed upon a pack will see your demise before the key to your livelihood is born.” The jackass city wolf I’m currently dragging across the graveled path by his greasy hair mutters in a robot-like voice. His eyes remain purple, indicating that a more formidable force continues to dominate his thoughts. Being under a witch's spell is comparable to having your wolf's essence torn away, leaving it in a state of confusion, fear, and turmoil. Once freed from the witch's clutches, your wolf spirals into madness, blurring the boundaries of control, and those who overstep will forfeit their position as the leader. “Await your fate or pave a new one and return the witch in your care to her rightful owner.” He continues to speak.I halt abruptly, letting out a deep growl filled with hostility and fury. “Has no one ever informed you that you speak a load of shit, and your riddles are completely irrelevant?” “He who-”With my elbow drawn back behind my ear, I propel it for
I sigh with frustration as I listen to my father speak his mind. Standing in the far corner of the room, my father and I converse quietly, doing our best to keep our voices low and not disturb Luna, who is still unconscious. “It is now up to you to make the hard decisions to see our pack to victory, son.” My father mutters sternly. “Alpha Azra appointed you because he saw something in you that the elders in the high council fail to see. I stand with Azras’ decision, but for the life of me, I cannot understand why you and your insubordinate sidekick would take off the way you did after Lily gave birth. She needed you — she needed us all. Whispers linger in the shadows, suggesting that you and Saffron hold the key to the mystery surrounding Azras' demise. They will spin tales suggesting that you sought vengeance on behalf of your sister for Azras' quest to uncover his true mate, and he died by your hands.”I bite down on my molars as I digest what my father has said to me. I know he me
The harsh hammering of my heart galloping in the nest of my chest drowns out my surroundings. My ears begin to burn along with my cheeks.What have we done?What have I done?It never crossed my mind that my mother would be able to feel every sensation raking through my body as Saffron devoured me like I was his main course. An exasperated sigh departs my lips as I squeeze my thighs shut and wrap my arms around my chest to hide my pebbling nipples. I’ll admit, my pussy still feels sensitive and every time I steal a glance in Saffrons’ direction, guilt with an underlay of excitement washes over me. What transpired between us at the clearing that soon led us to the waterfall will always hold a place in my heart. His dark and handsome face was flushed, misty with sweat, his enthralling eyes glazed with sinister intentions as he spoke to me like I wasn’t his enemy – the entity of all his troubles.He made me feel less of a worthless piece of shit that my mother had suddenly sprung upon
The journey home has been surprisingly quiet.She's been quiet.She hasn’t breathed a word or muttered one under her breath.And occasionally, the deafening sound of silence isn’t as peaceful as some would describe. It's the perfect opening for your mind to overthink, and, in this case, it's my wolf. He’s unsettled, almost to the point of being unhinged. Prowling in the back of my mind, his canines are on full display as he openly shows me how displeased he is that I did not mark Luna as our own. “You useless son-of-a-bitch” He snarls on repeat like a broken record. All I can do is internally roll my eyes heavenward as I continue to ignore him. I can feel Lunas’ gaze on me when she casts me an odd glance here and there. She has questions, or possibly a long line of vulgar names she wishes to hurl at me for eating her delectable pussy out until she screamed my name like it was her new favourite anthem. I know it is for me. “Oh, oh my gods… don’t stop, please… don’t stop.”I coul
Sitting on the front step of the pack house, there is a distinct chill in the air that can't go unnoticed. It's thick with the stench of death that swirls in the air, low-key, having everyone walking on eggshells around each other, and I don’t blame them. Our future is filled with uncertainty, and it’s the unknown that plagues us all with fear. People tend to fear what they don’t understand, and fear is a good friend of hate and deception.I tilt my head back and peer at the moon, perched high in the inky sky, shining gloriously. The sight truly is breathtaking, and though I have seen this view every night of my existence, it still manages to hold me captive. But for some wild reason, it feels like forever since I have allowed myself to be lost in her beauty. Especially now with everything that has been happening lately.A niggling headache pulses across my skull and down my neck as my mind is currently in a jumbled mess as it ignores my wolf instincts. My wolf is thirsty for blood.
Saffron glides the flat surface of his tongue over my feverish flesh, making sure to run the tip of it over the warm blood trickling down the column of my neck. Sucking in a shallow breath, my eyelids flutter shut as I give into the explosive sensations taking over me. I shudder with delight. My knees unexpectedly buckle beneath me, and he grasps my left leg, hooking it over his hip to keep me close and upright. Saffron grazes his protruding canines against the crook of my neck with a low and fierce growl vibrating from the nest of his chest. The sensual kiss of our bodies grinding against one another becomes more glorious the longer it continues. It’s tantalising. Erotic. It’s sinfully poetic in a sense that I can’t begin to fathom.My arousal burns hotter with every hint of contact between us. His straining erection can’t be hidden, and the rock-hard length rubs insatiably against my clit. The slightest friction has stars dancing before my very eyes. His lips trail from my ne
“Fuucck…” I mutter, feeling myself falling face-first towards the ground.Closing my eyes, I wait for impact, and as it occurs, pain splinters across my forehead, my nose, mouth, and chin. I pull myself upright, taking in my surroundings as I search for Luna. One minute, she was standing in front of me, silently begging me to kiss her and the next… It’s like she vanished into thin air. My wolf growls darkly when we hear a faint laugh coming from our right. I slowly turn my head to find Luna at least fifty meters away from us with her hand over her mouth and her shoulders rising and falling. She’s laughing; she’s laughing at us.I grind my teeth together, glaring at her through narrowed eyes, and I push off my left foot, making a run for it in her direction. If there is one thing I despise most in people, it is being laughed at. Especially when it is to embarrass me. I fight my body for control, unwilling to let my wolf come out to play because only Goddess knows what he will do
“Step into the patch of moonlight, darling,” Saffron drawls gently as he raises his hand and gestures towards a spot for me to stand.Self-doubt wraps her icy fingers around my ankles, rendering me motionless. “I… I’ve changed my mind,” I say in a rush, meeting his challenging gaze. “Something doesn’t feel right – this doesn’t feel right.” I continue, waving my hand back and forth between us.“Nothing that has unfolded between us has or will ever feel right, darling. But we can't stand around, waiting to become prey for another pack, now can we?”Jesus, what was I thinking when I placed my hand in Saffrons’ open palm only moments ago?He has taken advantage of my vulnerability, using his heroism stunt to try to lure me into doing what he wants. How do I know this isn't a trap he has set up to look like an accident?“How do I know you aren't planning to kill me? For all I know, the moonlight can be the only source of weakness for me?”A bitter laugh dances between his lips. “The moonli
I find myself beside Lily, cradling her youngest pup snugly in a blanket, as an unearthly stillness envelops us. We linger by the river, where the moonlight casts a spiritual glow, revealing a mysterious path that dances across the water's surface.The pack hangs in the shadows, their heads lowered, emitting an offbeat whimper that hangs heavy in the air, thick with sorrow. As I stare at my youngest nephew, a lump forms in my throat as I begin to doubt myself. I have known for a long time that this day would come where Azra would sadly die, and I'd be the next alpha. But I could never have predicted that this day would come this soon and in the manner it has occurred.I'm not mentally prepared to lead my pack; I doubt I ever will be. Being a leader never tickled my fascination. I'm more of a team player. My greatest weakness are my nephews, and now that their father has passed, I must live up to their expectations and protect them from the evil that currently surrounds us.Death tain
I get behind the wheel, turning to the side to stare at Luna. She gazes straight ahead with her arms wrapped around her waist, and her bottom lip trembles, matching the visible tremble that rides her body. She’s in shock or trying to work through her trauma—possibly both. I don’t know. But what I do know is that witnessing her like this makes my pulse race. My fingers tighten around the steering wheel, turning my knuckles a ghastly shade of white. I bite down on my molars as I try to soothe the violence that has my wolf in a chokehold. He yearns to be set free with a raging desire to rip her evil, conniving mother's throat out. She hurt our mate. Mentally tormenting her to the point that drove Luna to physically hurt herself. For once, I am at a loss for words. I am so used to hiding behind my sarcasm and using that to mask the seriousness of a situation that doesn’t sit well with me. We need to get the hell out of here. Fuck that witch and fuck this damn place.I slam my foot
Unrelenting agony sears through the tips of my fingers as my nails fractured from my frantic attempts to claw my way through the door. My palms are sensitive to touch from all the hammering I've done against the door. Desperation lingers in the air as my cold and clammy flesh is covered in goosebumps. The misery and grueling sensation of me being pathetic drives me to bang my head against the door over and over and over again. The uneven surface claws at my forehead, and after what feels like an eternity, the warm trickle of blood paints my brow line to my cheeks. I release one more gut-wrenching scream, giving it my all. Even though it feels like razor blades slicing away at my throat, I don’t give up until I am out of breath. If I don’t die from sheer terror in here. I will die by the hands of another. The hands of the man my mother wishes to give me over to. Why? Why is she doing this to me?I am her daughter, her blood, and this is what she does to me. Her desire to ruin th