My deepest apologies to all my wonderful readers! As I was preparing to post a chapter today, it came to my attention that I had inadvertantly skipped a chapter. I have since gone back and reordered the chapters appropriately.
The updated chapter is Ch. 52. Chapters 53 and 54 we previously posted but numbered incorrectly due to the missing content in chapter 52. I have reached out to my editor so the content should be available in it's correct format very soon.
The story can be read without this missing content and still make sense but if you would like the additional chapter which addresses some of the issues between Colton and Mallory, please go back and read Ch. 52.
I apologize again. All I can say in my defense is it has been a particularly rough week. But I always strive for accuracy in my writing and feel terrible about this mistake. I hope you can forgive me and continue to enjoy the story.
Thank you all so much for your support!
Much love,
Cara
Mallory’s POV Waking up to find Colton still in my bed did funny things to my insides. The fear I’d subconsciously buried that he would regret what we’d done, run back to Darcy and beg her forgiveness, was instantly alleviated when I found he hadn’t left. I liked waking up in his arms, perhaps a little too much. But despite finding his fabulous body laid out next to me, his deliciously ripped torso on display with the bedsheet draped just below his v-line, I couldn’t ignore the fact that what I felt for him went well beyond lust. And with that truth came an even harder one to face. I had to tell Nathan. Couple that realization with the fact that a very pissed off Clay had just all but stomped out of my room, the day was not shaping up to be the lazy, peaceful one I’d hoped for. But when Colton woke up, his eyes searching for mine and sparkling with so much adoration, I decided to shove all of that to the back of my mind, at least for a little while. “Good morning, little Omega
Hi again, I just wanted to update everyone on the mix-up with the chapters. It has been fixed on my end. Unfortunately, my editor is on holiday and the chapters are still under review. I have asked that someone review the chapters and release them in her absence so hopefully it will happen soon. As I mentioned in my previous note, Ch. 52 is the one with new material and does not materially impact the story for those of you who want to read on. However, not reading nin order would drive me crazy so I totally understand if you prefer to wait for the new material to be released. I appreciate your patience more than i can say and sincerely apologize again for the error and for the terrible timing while my editor is away. Much love, Cara
Mallory’s POV “You go nowhere without one of us with you! Do you understand?” Cary barked at me before the rogue’s body ever hit the ground. “Y-, yeah, o-, okay.” I stammered, my teeth chattering away under the influence of the adrenaline unleashed on my system. Ice cold terror sent a rush of fight or flight hormones coursing through me as the rogue’s words replayed on a loop through my mind. Marry him or die. Marry him or die. I couldn’t stop hearing it in that gruff, hateful voice knowing that was the fate awaiting me if he’d managed to abduct me. None of my training prepared me for a depraved Alpha whose sole purpose now centered on destroying me. He’d already come close to succeeding once. How could anyone protect me from an evil we couldn’t see but who could obviously see me? I hated showing any kind of weakness in front of these men, aware they viewed any kind of frailty as a fatal flaw. I tried drawing strength from my wolf, but she was content to play the damsel in
Cary’s POV I looked down at my gorgeous mate and a whirlwind of emotions rushed through me, making me gasp for air. Sex with someone I cared about was a foreign concept to me. But this was my mate and I’d never cared for anyone more. Not that our mate bond was the determining factor. I’d wanted Mallory for as long as I could remember, and not just for one night. Looking back, that had terrified me a little. It had been easier to make her hate me than to finally have her in my arms just to lose when her I inevitably fucked it up. But I wouldn’t fuck it up now. I couldn’t. Nothing in this life mattered to me and my wolf more than this woman’s happiness. I’d die before I hurt her again. Mallory reached for me and I felt like my heart would soar right out of my chest. This stunning creature actually wanted me, needed me. That humbling thought almost brought me to my knees. Roan, on the other hand, was prancing around in my head like the conceited bastard he was. I took Mallory’s h
Mallory’s POV I’m never letting you go. Cary’s words echoed in my mind as I stared up at him. The affection, need, desire looking back at me was soul-igniting, lighting me up from the inside and leaving me speechless. The longer I contemplated the more I could see the worry seeping into his eyes, along with his wolf who was peering out at me. But what was there really to think about? He was my mate, a gift from the Moon Goddess. There may be a long road of healing ahead of us as we work through our past, but I’d been fooling myself to think I could give him, any of them, up without a fight. I reached up to cup his face in my hands and pulled him down to me, pressing my lips to his in a tender kiss. “I want this” I breathed out as our lips brushed together. I could feel his answering smile, his lips turning up but never leaving mine. I couldn’t see his smile but I could see the joy in his eyes. He deepened our kiss, his tongue sweeping in to dance with mine, holding my face in
Clay’s POV My eyes snapped open in the midnight black room but my wolf could see as if it were daylight. Mallory was still sleeping soundly in my arms, Cary snoring softly from where he laid curled up behind her. His face was still buried in her hair just as mine had been nuzzled against her neck, our wolves craving her scent even in sleep. It was a heady fragrance made even more intoxicating now that it was combined with ours. Without consistent mating, I knew our scent would fade from hers until she was marked but that was hardly a problem in my mind. Sex with Mallory was fucking incredible. I was already irrevocably addicted in a way I’d never been to anyone or anything else. She’d be lucky if I ever let her out of my bed again. Still, there was something so surreal about lying in bed, wrapped up in our now fully mated Luna. After years of denying myself this pleasure and being denied by her, I could hardly believe it was finally real. Maybe that was why I was awake in the m
Colton’s POV * Flashback:Earlier That Night * Every step I took away from Mallory was like a knife to my heart. Shame followed me like a rain cloud over my head, threatening to drown me in its downpour. But no matter how many different ways I played out various scenarios in my mind, this was the only solution that led to the desired outcome: finding out the enemy's plan and stopping him before he could hurt my mate. Betraying her was the hardest thing I would ever have to do. But after hearing those rogues threatening Mallory, admitting that shitty excuse for an Alpha had eyes on her, I knew there was no other way. It was the only thing that kept me putting one foot in front of the other. My gut instinct told me Darcy was involved somehow and I needed to find out what she knew. I needed her to trust me again, get comfortable enough to slip up in my presence so I could find out the enemy’s plans. I’d considered using my Alpha command to try and force the information from her
Cary’s POV I’d heard it said that multiples have stronger bonds than single born siblings and the more in the birth litter, the stronger the bonds. Quads were closer than triplets who were closer than twins, etc. I’d only ever been a triplet so I couldn’t confirm the veracity of that theory but I could say my bond with my brothers had always been extremely tight. Some might resent the life of a triplet, always sharing everything. Hell, even my face wasn’t my own. But I never once felt sorry for myself. In fact, I loved everything about having two ready-made best friends. At least that was true until just a few minutes ago. When Clay left to confront Colton, he was fuming and I couldn’t blame him. After what he’d put Mallory through, I wouldn’t have minded going a few rounds with him myself. But as time wore on, Clay’s rage intensified. And thanks to our bond, I felt every bit of it as if it were my own. Mallory’s body still shook from the aftershocks of Colton’s betrayal. I di