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
No.It’s far too risky, and the idea horrifies me. It’s bad enough I'm plotting to murder the kings of the Ruby Nightclaws. To lead them on and pretend to be their fated mate to lure them to their deaths is beyond the pale. I do have my limits, even for tyrants.It seems dishonorable to trick them any more than I already am. Plus, my wolf is filled with rage at the idea.I’ll find another way. It doesn’t help my resolve or my guilt that the slinky black sheath dress feels finer than anything I own. It comes just down to my knee and has puffed sleeves. The high-heeled shoes–my size–are so shiny it’s blinding. With my hair pulled back in a ponytail and cascading over my shoulder, I look elegant. At a quarter to six, I step outside my room and find Lucas waiting for me. He gives me the once-over and nods approvingly. “Allow me to escort you.”In the cool of the evening, the palace is full of light from torches and lamps. I wonder what it would be like to live here, to enjoy the be
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
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
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
“Do it, if you have the courage,” Haydon taunts my mates. “Kill me in front of her. You’d break her heart and you know it.” My heart is already broken by his actions and words now. “I should be running this pack,” he continues. “I’d be a much stronger leader.”“We’ll just see what your Alpha thinks of that,” Kent shoots back.“Right now, if I were you, I’d be more worried about Aurora.” Haydon looks sorrowful. “You claim to be her mates. You’ve moved her into your suite and been seen joined at the tail with her. Do you know what harming me is going to do to her?”He’s still the man who raised me, unfortunately, and I can hear the tenderness in his voice as he says my name.“Let him go.”I have to force the words out and feel sick when he looks at me. I wish I could say I was surprised.Wiley growls in disbelief–the wolf equivalent of “What the hell?”Jordan and Kent look at me pleadingly. “Aurora, are you sure?” Kent asks, always the one to think through things.My tears bu
I can just feel my father’s glee at the thought of me beheading the kings. The anticipation is almost more than he can bear. A little anti-silver medicine goes a long way as I throw it on the kings while my knife lowers to their necks.My father bellows, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” He’s noticed that something seems off. But then, this plan isn’t perfect. Almost perfect, and good enough to trap my father. He should have remembered that by the time the prey sees the snare, it’s too late to escape.The sizzling silver wounds heal instantly and my mates leap up. Fully alive, covered in blood, smiling with defiance. Magnificent. “You’re alive?” Even shouting, my father doesn’t sound so confident now.In fact, the veins are popping out on his forehead, a sure sign he’s panicking. His mouth is opening and closing as he fights for breath. “We’re alive and triumphant,” Kent says. “Clearly.”“Your fault for raising your daughter to be the world’s best hunter,” Jordan taunts my father, clea
Halfway through the meal, Elayna gets up and strides to the lectern, then addresses the crowd, regal and poised. “It’s time, in this room full of friends and my dear late husband’s favorite color, to present the Morland Leavenworth Service Award. To give out the award, please welcome his sons and your Alpha Kings, Jordan, Kent, and Wiley.”The guests erupt in applause and cheers. Sneaking a glance at my father, I see something no daughter should have to see on her father’s face. Vicious hatred for my mates.I turn my attention back to the lectern where Jordan, Kent, and Wiley stand proudly in blue, red, and yellow. Jordan begins. “My father loved a good party. Nothing would have made him happier than to see this ballroom crammed with people. He loved to entertain. He was thrilled when his friends enjoyed themselves in his home. Although, as the night wore on, he often had his fill of socializing and would either take a walk in the galleries around the ballroom or in the garden. I
Peeping out into the ballroom, waiting to make our grand entrance, I see a sea of faces all talking, laughing, and bedazzling. Jordan adjusts my moonstone necklace, called the Tears of the Moon Goddess. Made of 24-karat gold, it has layers of moonstones linked together. The matching bracelets set the dress off strikingly, and he checks the clasps on them.“These are just breathtaking,” I say. “Thank you for this gift.”Jordan, radiant in blue and gold silk, kisses my shoulder. “Treasures for our treasure. Are you ready?”“Do I look ready?”“You look blindingly beautiful,” Kent says. He’s chosen to wear red velvet with gold trim. I spot Brynna in the crowd talking to one of the lords at court. “She looks fantastic,” I murmur, with a grumble in my voice.Sharp-eyed Wiley, in a yellow silk suit, follows my gaze. “So, what did she do to you?”I sigh. “Stole the boy I liked when she knew I liked him and never apologized. She could have had any boy in the pack, but she picked him.”
I spend the rest of the day planning the ball with the kings and Elayna. After much deliberation, we all take a vote on the theme. We vote by secret ballot and Natasha and Stewart get a vote as well. Jordan and Elayna vote for the red with wolf pups.Kent, Wiley, and I vote for the yellow.Natasha votes for the autumn-patterned one.Stewart votes for the green with the hunter’s bow. Elayna doesn't seem crushed that yellow won. “It’s perfect,” she declares.Kent and Wiley hug her. “It’ll look spectacular,” Wiley says. “I love yellow, just like Dad did. Now, about the music–”“We decided to give your friend’s band another chance,” Kent says. “It turns out that the tavern brawl was blown out of proportion.”Wiley howls with glee. “Thank you!”I shake my head, smiling. Elayna looks less than convinced, but she doesn’t make an issue of it. If her sons are happy, she’s happy.Elayna is still looking over the menu. “Well, I just wanted to be sure. I wanted to have those little b
“I’d be honored to be your date,” Brynna says to Jordan, deliberately ignoring the deafening silence and the stony looks.This must be breaking every rule of royal protocol, and considering my assassination attempt, I’m hardly one to throw the first stone. But Jordan didn’t exactly give her any encouragement. Whatever Brynna’s faults, I thought she knew how to read the room. And the room is saying, “Go away.”She’s always been the sophisticated one, even as a fellow hunter. When we were growing up, she’d spend hours doing my makeup and hair and trying on clothes with me. My mother approved of that because it balanced out all the hours hunting in the woods with my father and coming back with mud in my fur. To my mother, you could still be a hunter and be feminine. Shifter women have balanced both for centuries. I was always hungry for a sister. As an only child, I craved that sibling experience. Derric was a wonderful friend and I had other girlfriends in the pack, but there are thi