Their hands are in my hair, and their arms are around me, comforting me. Alpha Arnold murmurs something I don’t catch. It sounds sympathetic. Jordan answers him in a low voice, and I hear Alpha Arnold’s footsteps as he leaves us alone. “He doesn’t blame you,” Jordan whispers.“I should have told him.”It should never have gotten this far with my father. I wish I had said no to him. But who else would he have sent? At least this way I came here and found out the truth. In case he tries to recruit anyone else for this gruesome task, my mates and I will spread the word. The idea makes me quake, but I think we have a duty to warn people about the vile things my father has been saying about the Leavenworths. He might attempt to smear my name, too, although his influence disappeared with him. I didn’t even get to ask him about why he thought a stolen Alpha’s daughter would help him in his warped ambitions. Just as well. He’d just lie and twist everything around and play the victim. Thr
Kent breaks the stunned silence. “We want it said that Alpha Arnold had no knowledge of this wicked plot, and was appalled when he found out. He did what any responsible Alpha would do and exiled Haydon Blessing on the spot. The traitor is not welcome in the Nightstalkers’ kingdom or ours.”The guests’ eyes turn to red and gold. Growls of righteous fury fill the room.Alpha Arnold raises a hand and Kent nods at him, beckoning him. When he approaches us, we move to make room for him. In a solemn voice, he says, “On behalf of our entire pack, I apologize for this betrayal. Haydon Blessing was my friend, but the man I saw tonight was not him. I’m certain that his mate, well-loved in our pack, knows nothing of this. I know this news will break her heart. She will be protected, make no mistake–if the traitor tries to get to her, the entire pack will come after him tooth and claw.”Jordan says in a strong voice, “Make that BOTH our packs.”Every Ruby Nightclaw shifter in the room howls t
Jordan thrusts out his chest. “We dare you to take control of us.”“If you can,” Wiley says with an impish grin.Kent gives me the understated bedroom eyes that always make my knees wobble. “Do your worst.”Relishing my role, I point to him. “I think we have a volunteer–get on the bed. Wiley. Jordan, your seats are ready.”With both his brothers in their chairs, Kent stretches out on the bed, smoothing it around him. I lick my lips and approach him, taking a moment to survey all that manliness displayed before me, his arms extended, his legs open. He looks, oddly, like a medieval painting. Or maybe an ancient Greek sculpture.“Kent, I’m going to drive you out of your mind until you beg for release.”He doesn’t repeat his prompt to do my worst, but his eyes speak volumes. “But first, I need something–and it doesn’t have lavender in it. It’s from Phaedra. Don’t go anywhere.”I dart into the bathroom and return with a bottle of pure sandalwood oil. I pour a generous amount of san
*Aurora*The thick pines are not going to hide my prey for long. I’ve got the rogues’ scent in my nose and no matter how far they run, I’ll find them. They’re tired, hungry, and thirsty, but I’ve run them so ragged they won’t even stop if a rabbit throws itself in their path. That’ll teach them to attack and rob our pack.They’re not even organized rogues. Just packless drifters who think it’s okay to go after decent hard-working wolves. They’re nothing if not fierce and cutthroat. Trapped prey is the most dangerous, after all.I know so many areas of Moonwood Forest, after all. And I definitely know my own territory, the Columbia Nightstalkers.They’re right ahead of me, all five of them. I can see them through a gap in the tall fir, cedar, and western hemlock trees. They’re fleeing full tilt, flashes of black, silver, and brown fur.But they’re nothing if not crafty. They all transform back to their human form, dropping their clothes, and making their way on foot. I shift from
Something draws tight around my ankle, so tight I can’t feel my foot.Willing myself not to panic as I’ve seen my prey do, I stay perfectly still. If I move, I’ll probably fall flat on my face. Ancient stone faces of warriors and heroes look down on me from the walls. Right now they’re watching to see if I mess up.And my foot is wiggling because I smell pine resin somewhere. Maybe from the fires in this place. Yet there are no fires in sight.I step with my other foot, shifting my weight so the trapped foot doesn’t get tired. Smooth fingers grip my other ankle.I look down and see the most maddening, beguiling hazel eyes beneath a fringe of messy blond hair. A beautiful man kneels at my feet, dressed in yellow. How anyone with that color hair can pull off wearing yellow, I’ll never know. Maybe it’s more gold than yellow. He couldn’t be a hunter, could he? Or the pack beta?Or one of the kings? Nah. No way.“Don’t move,” he says in a deathly serious voice. “You move before I ca
I haven’t moved from this sofa since I sat down and I just might sink into it. Even the furniture in our Alpha’s mansion isn’t this soft and comfortable.I can’t get too comfortable. Thank goodness I didn’t pack silver beyond a few silver-tipped arrows and one silver-tipped dagger. Standard equipment for a hunter who needs to defend against rogues. I didn’t bring Wolfsbane.The scent of coffee wafts into the room while I'm sitting with Jordan and Kent. They seem comfortable in their skin and every inch the Alphas of this pack. Wiley is too, and he walks into the room behind a servant in a plain black dress and white apron wheeling a cart with every kind of tea sandwich and pastry, as well as a china coffee pot and delicate cups.Wildly different from drinking cocoa at my parents’ kitchen table just three days ago. “You take your coffee with a little milk, don’t you?” Kent asks.“You have a file on me, too.” It’s a statement, not a question.He just smiles in his quiet way. Lea
My wolf growls at me, deep and strong. The sound causes me to pause. It’s the kind of growl that tells me I’m being a moron. She’s drawn to them. Three handsome kings smile at me and she rolls over. How can these men act this way?And by that, I mean how can they behave with such kindness and caring?They want something from me, of course. They want my help ridding their kingdom of the rogues. After all, if anyone’s going to terrorize their people, it’s going to be the Leavenworths themselves, right?“Thanks for your concern, all of you, but I’ve been hunting tougher rogues than these for a long time. I have a job to do, and I always keep my commitments,” I say to my wolf and the Alpha kings.They’re silent for a moment but the looks on their faces are identical and filled with respect. “We’re fortunate to have you working for us,” Jordan says.“Instead of your father,” Kent adds, an offhand comment.My hackles raised, I politely sip my second cup of coffee. “He taught me eve
An hour later, the view of the palace gardens as the sun dips below the horizon is a balm to my senses. A frosty lemonade in my hand, I stretch out on a chaise lounge on my private balcony and read the file on Rollo Seabrook. He’s fifty-five years old. Alpha of the once-great Olympic Howlers. Twenty years ago, when Rollo lost his family and went bananas, his shifters abandoned their kingdom. It got absorbed into the Ruby Nightclaws’ biggest rivals, the Stealth Furs Pack. It’s common knowledge that the Stealth Furs Alpha, Reed Bainbridge, could give mean lessons to the Leavenworths, so that’s probably why the Olympic Howlers have chosen to go after the Ruby Nightclaws. The rogues aren’t completely off the leash, so to speak. Rollo Seabrook still looks deranged, from the old photo of him. With crooked teeth from gnawing on bones and a face that looks like he’s spent one too many sleepless nights, he might have been handsome once. His muscles ripple and he could break bricks with his