2nd one for tonight. Thank you for reading!
Mallory’s POV Three sets of nostrils flared the second Cary and I walked into the Alphas’ office at the packhouse. If the entire situation hadn’t been such a disaster, it would have been almost comical to see the vastly different expressions on the three men’s faces. Clay looked livid. Colton wore a pained expression, like he was remembering his scent on me and wished it still was. But it was Nathan;s expression that sent guilt searing through me like lightning strikes and threatened to split my chest open. Because Nathan just looked . . . heartbroken. “Nathan, I-” I started softly, unsure what to say but wanting to say something to erase that look from his face. “I have some important information to share.” Nathan stood abruptly, tucking his pain away and adopting a formal expression that was all business. Seeing the effort it took for him to hide his feelings almost hurt more than his blatant sadness, But I shook it off, letting my arms fall limply at my sides. It was my cros
Colton’s POV Could my life be more of a shit show right now? I hadn’t showered, I hadn’t eaten and I hadn’t slept. How could I do any of those things, go on about my business as usual when the woman who held my heart wouldn’t so much as look at me? Now that I knew what it was like to touch Mallory, taste her, hold her in my arms while we slept, I doubted I could do any of those normal things ever again. Not without her. I’d been able to fool myself into believing I didn’t need her, that I could let her go and live, if not a fulfilling life then at least a peaceful one, with Darcy. But that was before. No one who had ever had the privilege of loving Mallory would ever willingly give her up. So here I was wearing a hole in my office carpet as I pace back and forth, unable to calm my racing heart. A flight of ideas rolled through my head as I frantically searched for the one that would bring her back to me. But so far none seemed good enough. My wolf hadn’t spoken to me since th
Colton’s POV “What happened to you?” Darcy looked alarmed at the sight of my disheveled appearance as I stormed over to the booth where she waited for me at our favorite restaurant. “How could you, Darcy?” More of an accusation than a question. “What? Colton, what’s going on?” She deflected. “You come barging in here like a charging bull, looking like you clawed your way across a battlefield to get here. And you’re asking me how I could have done some obscure thing I have no frame of reference for like I should have anticipated the question." I studied her perplexed expression for a moment, trying to determine her sincerity. If she was lying, it wasn’t written on her face. But then again, if she’d done what I thought she had, the girl deserved an Oscar because she wasn’t the girl she’d convinced me she was for the past two years. “How could you sell out Mallory to her enemy, put her life in danger? I told you about her heritage in confidence. I trusted you! Did you even stop to
Mallory’s POV A train wreck. A head-on collision with a Mack truck. Beaten with a sack of lead bricks. Those were all on the short list of things that could have possibly happened to cause this pounding in my head and every muscle in my entire body to ache. My brain felt like it was under water and couldn’t find the surface. I blinked my eyes open against the harsh fluorescent lighting, then quickly closed them again, wincing when the pain of a thousand knives seared through my skull. “Dim the lights! It’s hurting her eyes.” I heard a familiar voice instructing. “Mate,” My wolf slurred dreamily in my head, sounding like she’d had one too many. I tried opening my eyes again, this time much more successfully without the glaring light in my eyes. Though it still took a minute for the moving dark blobs to come into focus, revealing two of my mates and my mother. My heart sank to see Colton wasn’t there but I quickly locked that pain away. “There she is. How do you feel, darli
Mallory’s POV Colton’s kiss stole the breath from my lungs and the heart from my chest. It was heat and desire and worshipful all at once. The need I felt coursing through the bond from him was mind-numbing and toe curling. I’d never felt so cherished or so powerful, like I was vital to his very existence. With every heartbeat, my mind slammed me with warnings. Stop, thump, this, thump, now, thump! Bad, thump, idea, thump! But I couldn’t be bothered to listen. I might regret it later, but those gorgeous baby blues of his, and all the love they held . . . he might as well have locked me up and thrown away the key for all the hope I had of breaking free from the spell he had me under. “Fuck!” He cursed against my swollen lips before sinking his teeth into the bottom one and tugging at it. “I’ve never tasted anything as sweet as you, love.” “Mmm,” I moaned, too drunk on his intoxicating flavor as well to say more. Colt’s tongue delved back in, less insistently this time, like
Mallory’s POV Colton’s mouth on mine consumed every rational thought before it could form. There was only him. His scent, his taste, the heat of his skin on mine. My head was swimming with desire that only heightened with every sweep of his tongue. “Mmm! Colton!” I moaned as his lips trailed along my jaw, stopping to nip at that sensitive spot behind my ear. Sparks skipped over my skin, adding an electric energy to the already pulsing need thrumming through me. I could no longer tell where he ended and I began, our bodies fused together in an overwhelming bundle of sensation. My skin was on fire, melting under the heat of his kisses. My heart thumped loudly in my ears, so loud I was sure he could hear it. And my pussy walls quaked, desperately aching to be filled. “Colt, I need-” I paused, realizing I didn’t know how to finish that sentence. The vast majority of my very limited sexual experience had been with them, the Alpha triplets. But although we’d fooled around, we’d nev
Clay’s POV I sat in a chair at the end of Mallory’s bed, watching her sleep in my brother’s arms. She was supposed to meet me at the packhouse this morning. So when she didn’t show up I got worried and rushed over to check on her. I assumed maybe she was still too exhausted from her ordeal to keep our appointment. The last thing I expected was to find Colton in her bed with the smell of sex still lingering in the air. Seeing the absolute contentment on my mate’s face had me fighting a war in my head. Cary and I had hoped for so long that Colton would come around, accept our mate and eliminate the only roadblock to our happiness aside from Mal’s own reluctance. And by all appearances, he had come around. At the same time, I couldn’t deny the jealousy and anger I felt at the thought of him fucking her. Since the mate bond snapped in, he’d done nothing but cause her pain, from outright ignoring her to making her promises he didn’t keep. If he ran back to Darcy after this, it would br
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