*Gemma*"I'll send for you when I want to know what you taste like."Connor's rough purr sent ice down my veins, but I was so disgusted that I said, "I won't let you lick me."His laugh was deep with amusement. "I didn't say I would, but that's a brilliant idea. Your skin may be infused with sand and salt. I might enjoy that."You're sick, I wanted to snap at him, but I kept my lips sealed. I belatedly realized what he actually wanted to taste when his gaze traveled downward. Mortified and furious, I crossed my legs tighter.Connor laughed again. "Maybe I won't have to break you. Just pry you open."The door banged against the wall, and Raisa's voice saved me. "Alpha," she said, and her voice was a remarkable mix of sultriness and assertiveness with an edge of warning, implying there would be a consequence if he ignored her. "Cillian requires your superior war intellect.""I'm busy with a new toy, Raisa," he growled, his face now inches from mine. "She's not what I was
*Gemma*"Take off your clothes," Connor barked savagely, storming into the room. I jerked to my feet and planted them firmly on the ground, but before he could reach me, Raisa put herself between us, slamming her palms into Connor's chest to stop his rampage. "Alpha! What happened? I just sewed that lovely—"He shoved her aside as easily as if she weighed nothing. But she was too graceful of a she-wolf to simply fall aside. She recovered within a second and pushed me behind her, her own feet planted in front of the male who stole her and murdered her family.Surprisingly, he jerked to a stop. Even though he was a full foot taller than her and twice as broad, the Alpha looked down at her as if he wanted to obey but was very close to tipping over the edge. Raisa held power over him. Did he know it, or was he just one member of the fooled audience?She brushed a piece of damp hair off his scarred cheek, her fingers caressing his jaw. "What happened, my lord?" she croon
*Gemma*Connor left me with the feeling that he'd dunked a bucket of cold water over my head.Aeryn?I closed and locked the door, resting the back of my head on it. I'd never prayed to the Moon Goddess as much as I did in the past few hours, but damn, did I need her luck.***I stood on the shore, white sand between my toes, eyes closed to the midnight breeze, breathing in the brine. The lapping of the sea lulled my restless heart. The ocean was where I belonged. A lonely, bored she-wolf who longed for the freedom of the rest of the world.I sensed a presence behind me. I whirled around.Above him was the silky blue sky dotted with dim stars. The moon was huge and full, blindingly bright. It limned his leanly muscular frame in a halo of white as he padded toward me. But I wasn't afraid of the stranger. I waited for him, waiting to see his face as he came closer. He stopped a foot away; he was a foot taller, too, so I tipped my chin up while he tipped his down. I ma
*Kael* Rian and Tara were the only blood-related family I had left. I wasn't born to be a king, but I was forced to pick up the bloody, broken crown whose weight demanded our pack return to its former glory. It was hard, to say the least, to lead the ruins of a pack from despair to hope, but even harder to keep track of a twenty-one-year-old brother.I knew he had good intentions. He wanted our old life back just as much as the rest of us. But he was reckless and impatient about it. He was nine when the war broke out. The murder of our parents and siblings changed him. He seemed to take it far harder than I did, even when the title of Alpha went from our oldest brother down to me, the second youngest of seven pups. Ever since we had to flee from our home in Moonwake, he favored acting out, even when it risked our existence being discovered by the enemies.I ducked past Jerah and stalked toward the entrance tunnel. "We have to go find him.""Whoa, hold it, Kael," Jerah barke
*Gemma* I didn't know whether to tell Raisa "congratulations" or "oh no," so I just brought her into a hug. She stiffened. I quickly drew away. Her teary eyes went wide, and her lips parted in shock. I didn't peg Raisa to be someone easily surprised by anything. "What?" I asked nervously. "You haven't been hugged before?"She swallowed hard and whispered, "Not in a very long time.""In that case." I scooted closer to her and pulled her into an embrace. She was stiff for another moment before collapsing into my arms and sobbing into my shoulder. I rubbed her back, reminded of all the others I'd comforted. My own mother, Cari, Lynn, and even some of her younger siblings. It was such an intimate thing, being someone's anchor. "I take it these aren't tears of joy."Raisa sniffed and drew back, putting on a brave smile and straightening her shoulders. Even distressed, she was poised. "This news is… overwhelming." She rested a trembling hand over her belly. "I don't… I'm not…
*Gemma*"Throne room?" I questioned, tempted to laugh. Volatile and pompous Alpha.Raisa ignored me and rushed to hide the bag and tidy the dresser. She was an absolute disaster. And I needed to help. "Raisa. Raisa. Stop, stop, stop." I walked into her path and caught her shoulders. I just noticed her smeared makeup and streaks of kohl down her cheeks. "Let's just sit down, okay?"I guided her to the vanity, gently pushing down on her shoulders to make her sit. "I look like shit," she told my reflection. "And I feel like I'm going to throw up. The physician said I'm already two months in, and it's odd that I haven't shown as many symptoms as all the other girls did."I helped her freshen up, taking off her makeup and drying her eyes to make it look like she didn't lose all her composure. She let me do it all despite my inexperience, and by the time I decided it was good enough—which wasn't much time at all, since I assumed going to this throne room wasn't just a casual su
*Gemma*He was only six feet away from me. I could hear his heart pounding in his chest. Fueled by what emotion, I couldn't tell. But of course, Connor could too and interpreted it wrong."Alright, enough staring," he barked, jerking his head back. "They're mine, so don't let your lower brain think." I forced myself not to wrinkle my nose in total disgust at the comment."Give us a fake name at least," the Alpha sighed dramatically. "I like to address my prisoners by their birth name. It makes things more… intimate.""Darian works for now," the male said. "Darian. Clever thing thinks he can fool me with a Niburgh name," crooned Connor, patting "Darian's" cheek aggressively, making him wince and groan in pain as the slap aggravated his injuries. My body tensed further. Raisa was squeezing my wrist so hard it hurt. But I knew if she didn't keep me in place I would do something stupid.Connor looked and sounded crazed, breathless as if excited. "Have you ever heard o
*Gemma*It was a lesson all shifters knew whether their country was at peace or not: never cross a possessive male. Even more important: never cross a possessive Alpha.I saw terror clear the bleariness in Darian's eyes as quick as a blink. "Gemma—"I yelped when Connor grabbed a fistful of my hair and dragged me away from Darian and throwing me to the ground. This time, my elbows slammed into the marble. Pain jarred through my nerves. "Gemma!" Raisa cried out. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her crawl toward me. Her hand was an inch away from me when Connor kicked her in the chest, and she collapsed backward. I screamed, my throat rasped raw, overwhelmed by fresh horror. "No—"Connor crouched down, blocking my view of Raisa, his face inches from mine. He reeked of blood, sweat, meat on his hot breath when he growled, "I saw that smile, little wolf. Have you met him before? Do you know who he is?"I shook my head. "No.""'No' what?""Don't tell him anything,"
*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.
*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
*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
*Kael*I had to remind myself that I barely knew my mate.I had no idea how Gemma would handle grief. And if that's what she wasn't feeling right now, then I didn't know how she handled the aftermath of a death. I just had to reassure her that she didn't actually kill Connor. He did that himself.We were all rocked by his last act. It kept replaying in my mind, but the more it did, the less real it seemed.It was the same response I had to my brother's and father's deaths. The more I relived it, the more distant I became from it—from the pain, the guilt, the helplessness and hopelessness… Eventually, it just sat in the recesses of my mind waiting for me to bring it out and be crushed by it all over again.Twelve years was a long time. I had come to terms with losing my family, even if Elara's two years ago was still a little fresh.I could come to terms with the death of my greatest enemy much quicker and with far less remorse.And I would make sure my pack would see t
*Gemma* I couldn't do it. I couldn't stomach this monster. He was sickening and cruel, and the last thing he ever deserved was kindness or forgiveness.Waiting twelve years—and willing to wait longer—for the perfect, precise revenge was just… unbearable to think about. My mind couldn't wrap itself around why Connor's mind would think any of that was okay or justifiable.All the while he was laughing, basking in his own enjoyment, getting a kick out of our shock and disgust. I clutched Raisa's knife; Kael held Connor over the well wall; Cari stood trembling with anger. "Just do it!" she barked furiously at Kael. "Throw him down that damn well! If you don't, I will!"Kael was hesitating. I didn't know why. He hated Connor more than anything, and abhorrently, Connor was right: we would never get this chance again. We had thought it was impossible, and now it was happening, so why weren't we utilizing this chance?No, I did know why.The Alpha of Moonwake did not want to
*Kael*I never imagined I would feel pity for the tyrant who killed my family and destroyed my city.I viewed the Beast of the West on a bloody, cracked pedestal surrounded by the bodies of hundreds of innocents, laughing as he basked in his own strength. He was always perfect: tanned muscle, neat hair, intelligent but cruel eyes—just a calculating monster who never misstepped in his conquering.But now, the pedestal had cracked in half, and Connor Herrick was falling from grace. I had been terrified of having my throat slit after he somehow managed to ambush me in that small dwelling. I was so shamefully stunned that I did what he'd asked: call Gemma. Lure her straight to him. If I was terrified for my own life, it was nothing compared to what I felt for Gemma. I'd lost and found her already. I couldn't lose her again.I'd done what he asked me to do not for him but for my own selfish reasons. I'd wanted to see her one more time before he killed me.Now, I felt no fear
*Gemma*Bly's report on Connor's state was an understatement. He wasn't just a wreck. He was deranged and unhinged.It was evident the second I saw him with Kael pinned to the floor on his stomach, Connor's booted foot digging between his shoulder blades, a similar scene to the throne room situation, holding a fistful of my mate's hair in one hand while the other held the blade to his throat. Harsh rays of sunlight through another window glinted off the metal.Connor wheezed a laugh. "Do you recognize this knife, Gemma?"Like the rest of us, he was a mess of sand and blood. Unlike us, his eyes were bright and bloodshot with madness. His breath was rattling in his lungs, and he was hunched over as if he couldn't fully straighten his spine. "I remember," I said slowly, knowing that a single word could make him go off. And with my mate's life suddenly on the line, I had to choose them very carefully. I met Kael's eyes. They were wide with fear—but not for him. For me.
*Gemma*I never imagined my uncles could be so conniving.But that didn't matter. If we could make them happy by eliminating a threat to them and the rest of Oceantide, even the entire East—hell, the rest of the West—then fine. Kael and everyone else who was about to fight alongside us; none of us were doing it to satisfy anyone. We were going to war with the intent to free the country from slavery. We were going to save villages and cities, protect daughters and sisters, and prove there could be futures for all without the threat of fear."You just might start a revolution, Gemma Brooks."Maybe so. Maybe I really was the reason an army was standing behind me as I stood beside one of the most important Alphas of this lifetime. Would any of this happen if I hadn't plunged that knife into Connor Herrick's spine?Maybe, maybe not.All that mattered was that it was happening, and there was no going back. Conviction was everything. This was not the time or place for hesita
*Kael*"I don't see anyone," Gemma said, leaning forward and squinting past the sun's glare and swirling sand. She was right. The cars weren't running and there was no sign of life. Izar stopped and parked, waving out the window in what had to be a signal to the rest of the caravan. We sat in uncertain silence. "It was not part of the plan," Izar said bitterly, and I now noticed the family resemblance: my mother liked things orderly and according to plan or expectation. "But sometimes you have to just wing it. Alpha Kael, do you have a suggestion for our next move?"Everyone turned to me, and I forgot that Alphas needed to make those kinds of calls. I was the one shifters would be waiting orders from, asking tough questions, hoping—and expecting—encouraging speeches to lift morale and give reason to follow me into battle.I'd barely gotten the chance to practice. Now, I was thrown straight into the thick of it.I looked at my mate, her eyes burning with determinatio