Amalie “Let me go,” I say through clenched teeth. “I am your Beta, slug,” he replies and slowly raises me higher until I dangle helplessly by the neck. “You will obey me. I do not, for the love of The Goddess, understand why Alpha Landon won’t simply kill you and get it over with.” My lungs feel
JerichoFor the first time since she died, I don’t dream of Harriet.It’s Amalie I see in my bedroom. It’s Amalie who slips out of her dress and lets it pool around her feet, revealing her beautiful curves in the soft glow of the moonlight.Her blue eyes stare into mine as she mounds me and slides m
Jericho Amalie is completely relaxed where she sits on the balcony, her face turned to the sun. Spirit wolves always have to be close to nature. When the full moon forces our shift, they can usually be found somewhere in an open field, basking in the glow of The Goddess. They’re most content when
Amalie I don’t want to leave Breaking Dawn. Not even the image of Maggie strung up on Easton’s chains like a chicken is powerful enough to make me want to go back to Hallowed Moon. I go anyway. I go because I think I’m falling in love with Jericho. His mark created a bond. I can feel it. When he t
Amalie A soft growl rumbles behind me. All my insides turn to liquid and blood rushes to my head, making me dizzy. My ears buzz and I freeze in place, my heart beating so fast that I can barely breathe. All my life, I’ve been afraid. I grew up afraid. I’ve never known what it’s like not to be scar
Easton I snarl at my phone and end the call. I’ve been trying to phone Amalie all day. I checked the tracker app on my phone, and it showed that her device was still at the pack house, but Orlan told me no one had seen Amalie all day. She keeps disappearing on me. For three months, I knew where s
EastonWe move from the ceremonial chamber to a large reception hall. Our servers are the most beautiful Omegas the different packs have to offer. My father sent some of our prettiest Omegas to the compound to serve and service the Alphas.The high mistress sits at the head table with two burley war
Amalie I keep looking over my shoulder. With every step I take, I expect to find warriors barrelling down on me, but the woods remain eerily quiet. No guards or warriors – nothing to indicate that anything is amiss. Halfway to my parent’s house pain, unlike anything I’ve ever known, rips through m
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JerichoI look at Amalie where she sits on the windowsill, watching the flurries of snow drifting past the window. It’s a quiet, peaceful winter. We’re snowed in, and we will be for the foreseeable future. I welcome the reprieve, but Amalie’s going a little stir crazy.It’s time to tell her about o
AmalieMaggie’s wedding is beautiful. She is radiant in her blue and silver gown. She decided to forego the traditional white and gold gown, claiming that she had no right to wear it, but the blue suits her perfectly.In the absence of our father, Jericho walks her down the aisle. A knot forms in my
“She’s in heat. She’s ready.”If only life was as simple as our wolves wanted it to be. “Her body is. Her mind isn’t. She trusts us. If we don’t keep our word, she’ll stop trusting us. Is that what you want?”He goes quiet, but flee to the back of our consciousness where he can sulk in peace. The s
JerichoA nesting she-wolf doesn’t want to stray far from her nest. In the old days, long before we understood fated mates and lived like savages, a she-wolf’s heating cycle was one of her most vulnerable times. She’d built a nest for herself and her partner, a place where they’d be safe from other
JerichoThe last three months passed in a blissful haze of peace and quiet, although it made a massive dent in my finances. It doesn’t matter. If there’s one thing I’ve learned over the years, it’s that you can always find ways to make more money, but finding peace - that is much harder to come by t
Amalie“I’ve always wanted a fall wedding,” Magnolia sighs wistfully, and sits at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee.She has a huge folder with her. It contains all her ideas and plans for her upcoming wedding. We’ve been back home for three months now. Summer is behind us, and winter is fast
AmalieOur last night at the compound is a restless one. Neither Jericho, nor I, get much sleep. My thoughts are with Shawna at first, thinking about what she must be going through. I hope that Brent treats her gently, alhough a big part of me knows that he will. He loves her too much to hurt her on
AmalieI find Shawna sitting outside at a little picnic table. The compound is actually quite nice and peaceful now that all the unsavoury elements have been removed. That prevailing sense of dread that hung over the place is gone. Jericho purged it somehow.It reminds me a little of a holiday reso