*Gemma*I hoped with all my soul that we would all get the chance to eat and rest, giving our skin a break from the sweltering sun. Apparently, that was too much to ask for. The leaders spoke some more, straightening out individual plans as well as a unit. I zoned out for most of it, which I really shouldn't have, selfishly figuring my friends would catch me up when the time came for the information to become of use. I was too busy imagining what the reunion with my family would be like. I couldn't even decide what I was feeling right now, much less how I would truly feel in the moment. Was I angry about their shitty plans and arrangements? Was I still completely and furiously baffled by their decision to let my sixteen-year-old cousin take on the Beast of the West almost completely by herself? Would I lash out at Lynn for duping me so easily and thoroughly? Was I deliriously relieved that I would see them again at all—especially my parents—after thinking I lost them? Or
*Gemma*I rose to my knees. He lifted his pelvis, his tip brushing my damp entrance. I helped him inside, and together we thrust until he was fully inside me. Tears sprang to my eyes, but it wasn't the pleasurable pain, but the importance of our act of love. Kael sat up, arms scooping under my ass, and I locked my legs around his waist. His face, warm and damp and bristly, buried in the crook of my neck and shoulder. Another shiver went through me at the light scrape of his teeth and tongue over my sensitive skin. My core burned and ached. The ribbon connecting our hearts was the shortest it had ever been, our closeness a beautiful reprieve, making me realize how strained it was over the past few days despite our proximity. But mates were two halves of the same soul, and with our bodies connected, we were joined in more ways than one.It made me want to tell him how much I loved him.And yet, when his teeth started to put pressure on the flesh of my shoulder, I pulled ou
*Kael*If anyone had asked me before the war what I would be doing when I turned twenty-eight years old, I would not have said marrying my mate who came all the way from the Eastern continent. I wouldn't have said that she didn't come all the way so much as was kidnapped, nor that she would single-handedly end a twelve-year war.I wouldn't have been able to comprehend the pride and love and wonder—and occasional irritation at her stubbornness—that swelled in my chest and made it hard to breathe every time I even thought of her.She found me as a bloodied and broken lost heir who couldn't fathom ever returning to his homeland. Now, thanks to her, I was a king of a renewed city wearing all white under the night sky in the Moon Goddess's temple.And she was across from me wearing a blue dress the color of the sea—what I assumed the ocean looked like, having never seen the same one she knew—looking like she could rival the beauty of the Goddess herself.I loved that dress.
PrologueConnor tilted his head, crooking a knuckle under my chin to examine my face. "You're pretty, Gemma, I suppose. Just don't look at me while we do it. Blue eyes unnerve me."I contemplated snapping at his fingers stroking my cheek. But no, I had to bide my time. I knew why Raisa had given me her knife and offered me up to Connor. Be a wolf. Be an actor. The last thing I saw as the double doors closed behind me was Raisa's terrified face and her lips mouthing the words, 'Do it.'Do it. Kill him."Remember," Connor murmured, eyes raking me up and down as if I was already naked, "this is what you are here for. It's why you came. To protect your… cousin, was it?"I swallowed hard. How did he know?"Very selfless of you." Connor started to lower himself, his face coming closer until I went cross-eyed. "Close your eyes, she-wolf. Whatever I do to you, it will be a pleasant surprise."Could I do it? Could I try to kill Connor Herrick, the Beast of the West, the w
*Gemma*I said it without thinking. No, I said it because I'd already thought about it. Was it destiny that I'd been considering that potential life only minutes ago?Lynn stared at me with rubbed-red eyes, tears streaking down her face. "What?" she croaked."I'll go," I repeated as adrenaline spread through my veins like ice water. "In your place.""Are you crazy?"I grinned at her and shrugged. "Clearly." I took her hands again. "You don't want this. I do. It's an easy solution. Just go back to Uncle Barun, let him give you the rest of the information, and—"Lynn squirmed. "Actually… he already did." I released her so she could pull out a piece of paper from her back pocket and hand it to me. I unfolded it with trembling fingers. Nothing was written on it except for a date and time to arrive at Firth Port to depart on the Galiot headed west. The West… ravaged by war, it was a lawless, massive continent. There were probably hundreds of packs; who knew how many
*Gemma*Out of all the things that could happen to me in my life, I never expected to be kidnapped.My kidnapper refused to call it that. He lounged on the couch opposite mine, the picture of ease with legs crossed and a short glass of whiskey in one hand. "Retrieving, picking up, acquiring… choose your synonym, Springs.""Captured," I snapped, the opposite of at ease. Two days into the trip, the Galiot sailing a smooth path toward the West, any hope I'd had of the excitement of adventure was dashed by the constant annoyance that was Gralyn. Despite his hostile appearance, he was never short of a smart remark. He lifted a shoulder, unaffected by my bad attitude that had been my consistent response to his snarky personality. "I follow orders, no feelings attached."Gralyn's hazel eyes were sharper than a chipped shell, dusky brown hair slicked back and shaved on the sides, looking far too crisp and neat of a male to terrify someone when he smiled so charmingly, even if it
*Gemma*The car ride was long, bumpy, and yes, dusty.It gave me a long time to think of nothing but that male I had seen in the square. His stormy gray eyes wouldn't leave my mind's eye. I hadn't been able to discern any emotion in them, but I thought that if I never let the image go, I'd be able to figure it out."What do you know of the West?" Cillian asked me.I wasn't sure how to feel or what to think at this point, so I just told the truth. "That Hazel Coast and Sun Mountain have been at war for the past twenty years, it doesn't have as much… advancement as the East, and it's very large."Cillian's laugh was sharp, short, and humorless. "It's alright to call us archaic. Trains, cars, anything metal… it's all just defying our roots. We're wolves, Gemma Brooks. Why waste our teeth and claws? And this war? The last thing we need is better, faster transportation. The iron smells horrible too."The Beta couldn't have been more than fifty years old, I deduced, judging by
*Gemma*The Hazel Coast and Sun Mountain packs had been at war for twelve years over what started as a simple land dispute. One year into that, Connor Herrick, only twenty-one at that time, killed his own father to claim the Alpha title to dictate the war against Alpha Syrus Morven. For a dozen years, they brought ruin to the West, decimating or conquering smaller packs, expanding their own borders for selfish, power-hungry reasons. I'd heard them be described as psycho or sociopaths who loved sacking villages and stealing females and pups from their homes just for fun. They made usurpers slaves or killed them in public executions.As far as I knew, Oceantide only sided with Sun and aided with Epsilon warriors because they were the lesser of two evils, which was really saying something. That was what little I was aware of. There were probably a hundred more issues and stories and sides. But the gist was that I'd just arrived in the household of the most sadistic Alpha to e