The next day, my quarry stands in the kitchen, arguing over the menu for tonight’s dinner. We didn’t get to eat last night’s meal because we got a tip about rogue activity that led to a late-night stakeout and short tempers when we didn’t nab Rollo.“No, no, no. You can’t serve steak tartare! And honestly, raw meat seems so primitive. They may be debauched degenerates, but Goddess forbid the dinner isn’t to their liking.”Mr. Bricker spins around in a huff and stalks away from the chef, coming face to face with me.“You’re a hard man to pin down, Mr. Bricker.” He points outside toward the kitchen garden. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m overdue for my break.”I follow him into the colorful vegetable, fruit, and herb garden. A cornucopia of freshly grown produce. The tomatoes shine like rubies, the blueberries like sapphires. “This is amazing,” I say.He sniffs. “Only the best for the Alphas.”I gather my courage. “What did you mean before?”“Just that if you had any sense, you’d le
I’m stunned that my hands could knead bread dough at the moment, much less living warm flesh. I work Jordan’s muscles, rubbing the cream thoroughly into the skin. With the high concentration of lavender, he should experience a reaction any minute now. Nothing yet except his soft sigh of contentment. I tackle Kent’s tense muscles next, massaging between his shoulder blades. His soft sounds of bliss tug at my heartstrings. Next, I pummel up and down Wiley’s straight back, which is already fairly loose from our afternoon of love. If the Moon Goddess takes them now, let it be when they’re happy. They deserve that much, no matter what they’ve done.I can hear my father’s words ringing in my head: ‘They hurt me, Aurora!" I squeeze my eyes shut before I take a deep breath and continue massaging. The scent in the room is too strong because my eyes are wet and stinging.“I could get used to this,” moans Jordan.“Every day,” Kent murmurs, his voice gentle and mild.Wiley groans a
With Lucas’ grip clamping down like manacles on my arms, and with the vise of guilt squeezing my heart and soul, I decide to confess to my mates.“I didn’t know you. I didn’t have a bad thought about you until my father fed me a story about you being the worst tyrants in shifter history. That’s how he made it sound.”Wiley let out a hiss. “You BELIEVED that load of crap?”I let out a pained sigh. “And I believed him when he said he wanted to take over as Alpha, even though he’s never mentioned it before.”A contempt-filled silence meets this revelation.“That wasn’t the only thing he didn’t mention.” My voice trembles. “He completely lied about the incident between you–and about everything else to do with you. He said…he said he heard you were using me and were going to throw me away. He said that when I talked to him last night. Again, not something he ever mentioned in the files on you that he provided.”Kent is coolly biting. “Well, MY file on you was accurate–including blind
How the hell did they get in the palace? Who let them in? If I have any future with the Alphas, I swear Kent, Wiley, and I have to have a serious talk about palace security. And by talk, I mean complete overhaul.After the shock wears off, I see one answer immediately. The Stealth Furs royal guards are dressed like the Ruby Alphas’ palace guards. I have no weapons, but I kick and claw and bite and scream until one of my attackers tries to shove a gag between my lips. I sink my sharp teeth into his hand and get the satisfaction of his cry of pain.One of the enforcers hisses, “Unless you want us to kill your guards and anyone who tries to help you, you’ll be a good hostage and come quietly.”My wolf hates these guys, even though I sense annoying self-righteousness from her.I wish she was wrong to feel that way, but part of me is certain I do deserve this ordeal for hurting the men I’ve come to care for—good and decent men and beloved rulers. I become as still and meek as a mous
Instead of locking me in my room again, Jordan has picked something that makes me want to bolt. Something that completely surprises me. But these men are nothing if not unpredictable. I’m not in the dungeon, or even in my room.I’m lying on an examining table covered in soft cream fabric while Healer Phaedra, with her cool, gentle touch, inspects every inch of me. “Did they do anything else to you other than foolishly try to take you out of this palace?”“Goddess, no. I did more damage to them than they did to me.”Her eyes narrow. “What did they want?”“Honestly, to start a pack war and unseat the Alphas which will never happen.”“Spoken like a fierce fighter and a true Luna,” she says.A true Luna. She knows. But then, the Alphas announced for all to hear that I’m their mate. And Phaedra is no fool. She’s also a close confidant of these men. I hope she doesn’t know everything. If she does, she hides it well. “You stalled them and kept them off balance and confused,” she conti
The lock on the door to the Alphas’ joint suite clicks closed behind us, but I don’t feel one speck of doubt or fear. I’m standing in a living room that is the size of my current bedroom in the palace. A sunken conversation area with comfortable-looking pale red sofas dominates the room. A dining table sits close by. A huge bookcase lines one wall. Exquisite crystal vases full of flowers fill the room, along with a dozen scented candles. A long wet bar occupies one side of the room with all manner of wine and spirits displayed. A chess set sits on a game table. French doors lead out to the balcony. They’re all hovering around me, with sad looks in their eyes. I don’t mind. I could have lost them tonight in so many ways. I don’t want to let any of them out of my sight until morning. “Will you give me the grand tour?” I ask to break the tension. I want to move forward, start anew with them, and put my mistakes behind us. I want to savor this chance we’ve been given. A sizzling lo
Oh, my Goddess.“I’m yours to command for the night.”Those words from me feel liberating and also make my stomach do somersaults.Can I do this? Am I ready? Do I want it?Yes to the first. As to the other questions…“You’re shaking,” Jordan says softly, meeting my eyes. “In a good way. A first-hunt jitters kind of way. Or that rush you get before the first shift. You know that more than your body is going to change.”Kent’s voice is calm and steady. “Do you trust us?”I don’t even have to think about it. “Yes, completely. I know you’d never humiliate me or seek revenge this way.”“If one of us even thought about it, the other two would kick his ass,” Jordan assures me with a fierce gleam in his eye, his hand gliding down my arm to my ribs, tracing the contour of my hip.That simple touch puts my body in slow-burn mode. I can’t even imagine the erotic feast in store for me tonight, and I’m not afraid of anything that will happen. Or of my mates. They’ll test my limits, of th
Drifting on a warm cloud, I slowly awaken in Jordan’s arms and to his heart-stopping smile. “Welcome back, sweet one.”Catching my breath, I can’t speak for several moments. I just lay there quietly with Jordan, who rests his forehead against mine and cuddles me. The biggest orgasm of probably both Kent’s and my lives–accepted and given–isn’t the only reason my tongue is still. I feel like I touched heaven, and that makes a girl pause. But it’s more than that. The emotion of the day floods me. “That was amazing,” Jordan whispers. “You were amazing. You’re incredible. He’s never dropped his guard like that, even in front of us. I know it seems like he was in control as he usually is, but in reality, you have tremendous power where he’s concerned.”“Really?”“Really. And the sexiest thing ever is that you don’t even realize it. That’s such a beautiful thing. It’s one of the reasons Wiley is wild about you and me, too. Kent trusts you so completely.”“Even now?”He strokes my hai