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XANDER POVNora snuggles into my chest, finally asleep after a long day of plotting, and I know it’s exhausted her. I know she was feeling overwhelmed listening to the three of us talk. Eventually, the Gammas got involved and I could see it on her face, the terror. Charity and Matt might have lighthearted personalities, but Jesus Christ, the things that they suggested, made me flinch.It was at that point that she had been done with the whole thing. Unfortunately, we had to plan for all contingencies, mistakes, unknown outcomes. The reappearance of old enemies, because we all have a few.New enemies that want to have their turn at the chessboard could find our absence as the perfect advantage. We were taking a big risk meeting in a city. Too many eyes, too many variants to cover. Even with Damon, Elle, Matt, Charity, and Fletcher involved, there are too many variables to consider and prepare for.Nora sighs, wrapping her leg around me, her arms pulling me tighter, and I have to be than
ANDREW POV Theo’s arm is wrapped around my waist, his chest against my back as he holds me to him. I was stupid to deny what we have, and I can’t get that time back, but I need to make sure we don’t lose more. This is where I am supposed to be, and thinking differently is my biggest regret. I don’t care what the fates say in a week, on his birthday; I choose him. But he isn’t the only person I hurt in my spiral. His pain was the worst by far, but there were others. ‘Nora,’ Demitri mumbles from the back of my mind. ‘I told you she was nothing but a friend to him, but you wanted to be an irrational asshat.’ ‘Like you enjoyed watching him dote on her,’ I say with an eye roll. ‘Don’t bother lying about it, either.’ ‘Fine, we both owe her an apology,’ he counters. ‘The sooner we accomplish that, the better.’ As if Theo can see inside my head, his hold tightens, pulling us closer. His sleepy morning voice whispering in my ear, “It’s our day off. Why are you up?” “Don’t worry your prett
NORA POV The brisk morning air whips around, with the screams of children and teens play soccer in the field. Andrew continues rocking, sipping his tea, neither of us saying more, finding a comfortable silence in each other’s company. I wouldn’t say we are friends now, but I like him a little more than I did yesterday. I guess it’s a start. “How are you liking Silver Run?” He asks, trying to make small talk. Meeting his gaze, my eyes narrowing as I assess the man sitting across from me. “It’s different from what I thought it’d be,” I answer honestly. “We heard a lot of rumors when Tiberius was “Alpha”. But Elle…I can tell that her pack is happy.” “They are, aren’t they?” Andrew asks, pride in his voice. He obviously holds a lot of respect for the couple. “I have one question….” I trail off, wondering the best way to word it with offending the young wolves playing nearby. “It’s quite unusual for an Alpha to allow rogues to live within their territory…How…?” “Elle has an excellent
NORA POV“Nora…” Xander growls, his voice more animal than human, but even Ares is on the verge of denying my advances. I can tell by the way his body tenses. The two of them holding on to arbitrary guidelines on when the right time should be.Not wanting to hear his denial, I bring my lips back to the spot that drives him the wild. His fingers digging into my thighs as he tries to resist the little bites, I continue to give. “Baby, please…” Xander whimpers, still putting up a fight.Pulling away from his marking spot, my eyes meet the black irises belonging to his wolf. “And if something goes wrong tomorrow, are you willing to risk Dillon having me first? Because I am not. I want you.”My question igniting a fire of realization within him, anger rolling around in his aura as the most carnal “MINE” comes tumbling from his lips.“Yours,” I remind him with a smile. “Make me yours.” Before I have the chance to react, Xander has me pushed up against the wall. His lips on mine, head dizzy f
XANDER POVNora’s gentle breaths fill the air, the scent of us heavy and intoxicating. Ares is still howling and prancing in my mind, both of us high on the afterglow of having our mate. Our Luna. The only woman important enough to have in my bed, or in my home. The only one worth giving my time and energy to outside of responsibility as an Alpha.‘Five more days,’ Ares reminds me, as my eyes find her marking spot once again. The urge to sink my canines into the soft flesh consuming my every thought the more time we spend together.Inhaling deeply, I try focusing on anything else. Without warning, my mind wanders to the last thing I should think about. Dillon. The idea of him getting anywhere near her, setting me on edge.Turning on my side, I bury my face in her neck, inhaling her scent, pulling her hips against mine. A small moan fleeing from her peaceful frame as my hard cock pushes against her. Rubbing my hand along her thigh and ass, I groan. The dam broke tonight. All the things
NORA POVMy feet carry me upstairs, still in a foggy sex filled haze. A soreness sitting between my thighs that I don’t being there. Every cell rejuvenated with a fire and passion. A mystical change I can’t quite put my finger on, but whatever it is, I am embracing it, and the confidence it fuels me with.Entering our bedroom, my phone ringing loudly with Marcus’ ringtone. Rolling my eyes, I walk over, staring at the name sitting on the screen, contemplating if answering it is worth the risk. With the roll of my eyes, I pick it up, removing the charger.Relief flooding through me when the call goes to voicemail. On the verge of replacing it, the screen lights up as his ringtone blasts through the speakers, making me wince.Sliding the button, I raise the phone, making my annoyance known. “Yes, Marcus? To what do I owe the pleasure of hearing your voice at 7 am?’“Nora?” he asks, panic breaking through the grudge I am holding. “Oh thank the Goddess, I have been calling for hours.”“Sorr
NORA POVThe only sound being made is the roar of the engine. The radio turned off, Frankie and Clara silently cuddled in the backseat. Xander’s hand has barely left mine since we have climbed into the vehicle. His thumb gently stroking the inside of my palm, giving both of us comfort.His mind is a hundred million miles away, the wheels churning as he runs through the possibilities of today. The different ways Dillon can succeed, but a sole man versus three Alphas, two sadistic Gammas, a Beta and two warriors? Dillon is a decent warrior, but nothing to write home about.Remaining calm because I have full faith in the friends I have made, and the man I love. Glancing at Xander, a subtle grin sits there, a happy thought finally racing through that beautiful brain of his.Lifting my hand to his lips, he brushes his lips against my knuckles, my heart thumping with the simple movement. The sparks intensifying leaving me slightly breathless. My thoughts returning to the beauty of last night
NORA POVMy feet take me across the grass, the picnic table within view. My heart is in my lungs, my hands gripping each other in a twisted vise grip. Not a single sound can be heard, even the birds are silent. The park is devoid of the creatures that give it life, like they can sense the danger about to invade their space.Even Viola remains hidden deep within my mind, unusually quiet. I thought she would be more present at a time like this. Where the hell is she?Taking a large breath, I climb on top of the picnic table, sitting on the top like Xander instructed. Easier to escape if I need to. Goddess, what the hell was I thinking? Agreeing to this mess. I don’t trust Dillon, especially with a feral wolf behind the wheel.Breaking twigs and the rustle of leaves pulls my attention to the right, a figure in walking through the field. Seeing him again makes my palms sweating uncontrollably and the hair on my arms stick straight up. The way he prowls towards me, like a predator trapping
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THEOFOUR AND A HALF YEARS LATER - LATE JANUARYAndrew and I are hunched over the desk in our joint office, pouring over the floor plans for the expansion. Our community home, Windsor House, has grown since moving its location to “the hub,” the neutral center between the packs, and rogue collective. The location is ideal for young wolves kicked from their homes, but don’t want to become pack members in Silver Run or New Moon to benefit.“We’re definitely going to need a larger kitchen,” Andrew murmurs, sparks erupting as his shoulder brushes against mine. Even after all these years, my body reacts to him the same as the first day we met.“With the way these animals eat? Definitely.” His laugh fills the room, and it’s like music to my ears.“Betas,” Seven, Trent’s mate, and the manager of our home, says through the intercom. “Mr. and Mrs. Gonzalez are here to talk to you.” Andrew and I glance at one another, sadness radiating through our bones. Mr. and Mrs. Gonzalez are the parents of
NORA POV ’He is quite the sexy beast, isn’t he?’ I respond, giggling, enjoying the seamless banter between us already. Sensing the shift in my aura, Ares lurches forward, Xanders irises bleeding into black. His tone was primal and so incredibly arousing. “Mate?” Before I can prepare, my new wolf is taking over, a name falling out of my mouth that makes him smile tenderly. “Alicia” tumbling out into the air like an animalistic grumble. The ache beginning in my limbs, and if it’s anything like my shift with Viola, it’s going to be a long, agonizing night. “Absolutely beautiful,” Ares whispers, his touch on my face soothing for a second before she tries to push forward, so eager to meet him. “Alicia, Goddess of Wildflowers.” His term of endearment is all it takes to send her into overdrive. Her desires clamp down on me, making mine irrelevant, the strength of her much stronger than I or Viola. My back bending backward. Her impatience has her forcing the shift before the moon hits its
NORA POV FIVE MONTHS LATER- A MONTH AFTER OCTAVIUS’ BIRTH “Xander, stop!” I look upward at the right moment, praying to the Goddesses I did, when I see where he is holding the scissors, ready to cut out a chunk of my hair. I could have had paid a professional to come remove my braids, or gone to a salon, but the whole idea of leaving my den or having a stranger inside makes me anxious. “What? What am I doing wrong?” He pauses, looking absolutely disheveled. Octavius proudly strapped to his chest. The man wears him everywhere and hates parting with him. “Look at my hair. Can you see where the feed in starts?” I take the strand from his hands, showing him the difference. “See, this part is where my real hair is, and this lower part is where the fake hair is braided in.” His brows furrow, and his mouth tightens in concentration, sweat forming on his forehead. “Ummm… I am sorry, I just know how much you love your hair and I’d never forgive myself….I want to help you, and I don’t…” He
CHARITY POV Paramore blares through the speakers of my stereo, my head resting against my favorite fuzzy pillow. I try to stop my thoughts from wandering to where they shouldn’t. To who they shouldn’t. A growl of frustration leaving my lips as Summer, my meddlesome wolf, pushes their faces into my mind. She feels no shame about wanting Matt and Fletcher equally. The idea puritanically sinful and thrilling. Wrong. Wrong. So very wrong. People don’t have two mates, and people shouldn’t want more than one. Maybe I am defective? What’s wrong that I cannot pick one and accept my choices? But the thought of not having the other makes me sick. My heart physically aches when I try to imagine the possibility. How selfish am I? They’re both waiting around for me to decide. To choose between them, how the hell am I supposed to do that? ‘We don’t,’ Summer drones on for the millionth time. ‘Making them share me isn’t fair, Summer!’ The argument flowing like a memorized script. ‘They need to fo
XANDER POV“And we have to have this talk here? Now?” I cringe, looking around the room, filled with people who shouldn’t be a part of this conversation. Damon, Elle, Theo, and Andrew sitting along one side, while Camilla and two others sit in another.“Yes,” she coughs, shuffling nervously, “it has to do with them, too.”“How?” I roar. The fury burst forth like a cannon, spewing her with vitriol. “How does you leaving me behind as a boy have anything to do with them?”“Xander, please,” Camilla sighs, looking around the room. “This goes beyond the both of us. Please sit.”“No, I don’t have or want to listen to your lies and excuses,” I scoff, “or did you not notice we did not invite you to our ceremony?”“You told me she couldn’t come,” an accusatory voice comes from beside me, and my anger is suddenly drowning in ice water. “Xander…”Meeting the narrowed pupils of my mate, I gulp, knowing I have just landed myself in a pile of shit. “I lied, and I am sorry, but she didn’t deserve to
XANDER POV “Well, don’t you look like a Dapper Dan,” a teasing voice comes from behind, and for the first time in days I relax. Turning, I grin at my Beta, happy to have him home. “I thought you would not make it back in time.” I walk up, hugging him in his lavender suit. My own a paler, dusty purple. Charity picked the color specifically because it matches Nora’s dress. The young Gamma has been running around like a chicken with her head cut off over the last few days. The five foot five general running the rest of us into the ground, except for my beautiful Wildflower. Elle and Charity taking as much off her plate as they can so they can rest with the pregnancy. “Sorry, I couldn’t make it back for Theo and Andrew’s ceremony,” he sighs, his body tensing, telling me the detour errand I sent him on proved fruitless. The Beta’s ceremony was a day and a half ago, and Fletcher was the only one in our close circle not present. “But heaven and hell would not stop me from being here for
THEO POV Cerberus gushes as I smooth out the jacket of the dark blue suit I have chosen for Andrew and I’s ceremony. Looking myself over in the mirror, I adjust the emerald green tie and the flower in my pocket. “Your mother would be proud of the man you’ve grown to be.” I meet my father’s gaze, surprised by his sudden appearance. Rolling next to me, he holds a box in his hands, tears and sniffles escaping as he looks me over. “I miss her,” I sigh, wishing she was here to enjoy this moment. “I do too,” he smiles faintly, recalling a memory. “Every damn day.” “Dad,” I say, not sure how to broach the subject, but I think it’s time we talk about the elephant in the room. “I don’t think mom would have wanted you to stay single forever…” My mind flashes to Camilla, the middle-aged brunette who seemed to know my dad better than she let on. “She was my mate, son,” his words lashing out like a silver laced whip. “And you want me to just forget her like she never existed?” He scoffs, pain
NORA POV “Holy shit, they’re glowing,” Andrew says, breaking the silence of the room. “Thanks, Captain Obvious,” Xander growls, not in the mood for the nonsense. “What does it mean?” “That I cannot answer,” Elle breaks into the conversation, stepping forward to look me over with her mismatched eyes. “But I think our marks are a clue.” She pulls back her collar, revealing a triple moon with two paws sitting in the full moon, and three stars sitting in the far right corner. “Theirs too,” she points to Andrew and Theo, but her focus doesn’t move from me, her stare fixed. Avoiding the questions, I am sure she has. I wander to Theo, who beams with pride as he reveals the tattoo like mark on his collarbone. “It’s beautiful.” I remark, looking between the pair, but don’t comment on how it’s not the typical mark meant for a Beta. “That’s not the mark a pack Beta gets, ” Xander says, peering down from behind my back. “Thanks, Captain Obvious,” Andrew returns, making Damon snort in amusem