“From the moment Bryn became alpha of the Kings, it’s been a balancing act for us. We never wanted to ignore the Wargs, but while we tried to get Kings to warm up to a merger, the Wargs had to wait. As alpha, I’m still getting the hang of things, but I hate that I’ve given the impression that I don’t care about my home. I plan on correcting that as soon as possible.”“Right.” Uncrossing his arms, he looked down. “That is helpful to hear, but I won’t put my stock in your words until I see some action to back them up.”I nodded. “Of course.”“Well…I’ll continue my walk. We can talk more about your plans soon.”Again, I nodded, and Graham walked away.When I turned my attention to Dom, I found him grinning at me. “Look at you, being all diplomatic.”I scoffed and pushed his shoulder. “Fuck off.”“No, really. Who would’ve thought you’d get a member of our council to shut up?” He chuckled. “So, what’s next for you?”“I should probably talk to Lance. Know where he’d be?”“I spoke to Lance e
“You know, you’re asking for help,” he said, “but you’re acting like you’re trying to beat me, not spar with me.”I smirked. “No idea what you mean.”“Ha. Liar.” He lunged at me, grabbing hold of my shirt.I jerked back, and my shirt tore. As bits of cotton drifted away in the wind, Lance and I looked at each other. All pretense of this being a training session had disappeared the moment we heard the fabric tear. It wasn’t first blood, but it was close enough.Lance grinned. “First point’s mine.”“The next point won’t be.”When we stepped toward each other again, we didn’t speak—talking would waste breath. He jumped around, light on his feet. His attacks were quicker, perfectly accurate. When I went harder to get him off his game, he smirked and matched my ferocity. He was so fast, all I could do was duck and weave between attacks. I stepped back, trying to get space between us, but he closed the distance. I had a greater arm span than him. If he gave me the inches I needed, this woul
He grunted in response, which rubbed me the wrong way. Why was he acting like this? He’d started being more open about his days, but the way he was acting now reminded me of when we’d first met. Back then, he’d been rude and cagey—a real asshole, to be honest. I’d thought we’d left that phase of our life behind, dammit.While he finished up his shower, I yanked sheets from the mattress and replaced them with clean linens that smelled like lavender. The calming scent did nothing to settle my nerves, though.Eventually, he emerged from the shower in a cloud of steam with a towel wrapped around his waist. No matter how frustrated I was with him, I couldn’t help noticing what a beautiful man he was—hard muscles imprinted with scars from past battles, intricate tattoos that spread from his tanned right shoulder to his wrist. I loved watching his hard muscles shift under his soft skin.When he dropped the towel, I tore my eyes away from him and focused on the laundry. I would not let his se
Now the tears were flowing freely. I rubbed uselessly at my eyes, but I couldn’t stop them.“Baby.” Night’s arms went around me, and he pulled me against him. I pressed my damp face to his chest, and he rubbed my back as my shoulders trembled. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”“You’re just saying that because I started crying,” I muttered.I felt his chuckle rumble through his chest, and I pressed closer to him. “No. It’s because you’re right. I lost control earlier today. I was just too ashamed to admit it.”I sniffled. “You don’t have to be ashamed around me.” I peered up at him, looking deep into his viridian eyes. “I’m going to be here for you no matter what. There’s nothing you could say that would make me stop loving you.”“You mean that, don’t you?” he asked gently.“Of course I do.”He bent to kiss me. I leaned into the kiss, only for him to pull away and drag his shirt over his head. I kissed his collarbone as I slipped my dress down my body. When it pooled around my feet, Night pul
Chapter 8NightBecause she was in the final stages of pregnancy, Bryn was usually the one who had trouble getting to sleep, but tonight she was snoozing peacefully beside me while I lay awake. I watched a moth flutter around our window, hoping it might put me to sleep, but it just increased my anxiety.Slowly, I sat up and slipped out of bed. It turned out I didn’t need to be so cautious—Bryn was dead to the world, thanks to yours truly. A late-night run might help me sleep as deeply as she was.As I dressed, I reached out to Dom. “Hey. Up for a run?”He responded in seconds. “Yeah, sounds nice.”We decided to meet near the training grounds since it wasn’t far from the alpha cabin. I got there before Dom, and when I saw him jogging toward me, I noticed something was different about him. It wasn’t until he got closer that I caught Tavi’s scent on him. That wasn’t new; these last couple of months, I’d noticed they were hanging out together more.No, this was different. Intimate.I made
A few miles later, Dom announced he was going to call it a night. I walked him to his cabin.“Are you going to keep at it?” He, like me, was sweating through his shirt. He wasn’t tired; I think our conversation just made him miss Tavi.“Yeah. Now that we started, my wolf is eager to keep going.” He was running around inside me. “I think I’ll shift and do another lap.”“Okay. See you in the morning. And Night?”I’d turned away from his cabin, but when he said my name, I looked back at him. He was smiling.“Thanks. I think I needed this.”I smiled back. “I think I did, too.”I felt much lighter after talking to Dom, and the run had really helped tire me out. I was eager to get back to my mate. I jogged to get back to the trail. On the way, I passed the library. It was dark because it was closed, but I saw a candle flicker in one of the windows.The sight brought me up short. It was probably just a wolf doing some late-night reading, but my gut told me I should investigate. I altered cou
My wolf growled inside me, begging for the chance to sink his teeth in Lance’s neck, but what he’d said confused me. I stepped back, letting Lance catch his breath. He rubbed his chest where I’d held him.“You and Bryn aren’t even close,” I said. “The only time you ever interact is when you’re saying cryptic bullshit to her. Why do you care about her at all?”Lance started to laugh. “You can thank our familial bond,” he said. “Bryn is my sister.”Shock speared right through my chest between my ribs. I stared at him, disbelief and confusion warring for supremacy inside me. “No, she’s not,” I said. “Bryn is the daughter of a pack mother and a wolf named Lucian Slate. You can’t be related.”He leaned more comfortably against the tree. “We share the same mother. She had me before she found her way to the Wargs Pack.”My mind was reeling with this information. “Say I believe you. I don’t, but let’s just pretend.”He raised a brow.“What does this have to do with that book?”“It’s got infor
Chapter 9BrynThe next morning, I woke alone to the scent of frying bacon. My stomach rumbled, and the baby did a somersault.I put my hand over my belly and smiled. “Okay. Let’s get something to eat.”I rolled out of bed and made myself presentable. I could hear several people shuffling around in the kitchen. One of them would be the person who would get as much bacon in me as I could stand.I made my way downstairs and found Violet, Mom, Night, and Dr. Stan talking in the kitchen. They all looked at me as I walked in.“Morning, everyone,” I said. Night came to me and hugged me tightly, as if this was the first time he’d seen me in days. I peeked around him to see our visitors. “Violet, Dr. Stan, long time no see.”“Likewise,” the doc replied. “But remember, you can call me Damon if you like.”“Oh, right.” I giggled. “Sorry.”“We’ll have another checkup when you and Night have the time,” he said.“Of course. We’ll figure out the best time to do that.”Night finally let me go, and I