EastonI despise sitting in the tiny little cottage with the threadbare, rickety furniture, the old box television against the wall, and the splintery coffee table.There’s barely enough space for me in their tiny living room, let alone the Cravens. I want to take Amalie and bring her home, but I ha
JerichoI take my usual seat on the balcony, my feet up on one of the other chairs while I sip on my whiskey.“Amalie needs us,” Zephyr whispers in my head. “He’s back.”I know. I felt Easton’s return several hours ago, but Amalie was all right, relaxed and happy. She isn’t anymore. She’s tense, ner
JerichoI sit at the kitchen table, tapping my nail on the wood. It’s the same table we had in our old pack house. I brought it with me because it held so many good memories. From my childhood all the way up to the day Harriet died.Every morning, we’d sit at this table, having coffee, laughing and
AmalieWe’re back in our old room. The one where Easton killed the Omega girl. The panic that enfolds me when we step inside tries to squeeze the air from my lungs.My head starts spinning, and it feels as if the walls of the room are closing in on me. I can’t breathe. I want to turn around and run,
AmalieI wake in a puddle of sweat and my whole body screaming out in pain. My first thought is that it's because of what Easton did this afternoon, but I've already healed from that brutal punishment.In the absence of the meat hook, Easton hogtied me, then made me lay on my stomach, flat on the fl
Amalie“I can’t even look at you,” Easton snarls. He flips me around onto my stomach, pushes my nightdress up, and tears my panties away. The cold air licks my heated skin, and I explode with goosebumps.Easton notices and laughs. “Do you enjoy that? I know you do,” he growls and slaps my ass.I ba
Jericho I keep my eyes trained on the Craven’s cottage. Trevor, Steve, and three warriors are right behind me, waiting for my orders. If Amalie doesn’t get here soon, Zephyr is going to burst out of his skin. He’s all instinct and hormones, and he’s singularly focused on getting to his mate. To m
JerichoWhile the Cravens bicker like only an old married couple can, I cautiously approach Amalie. She's on the brink of losing what little reason she has left.Zephyr is screaming at me, his words incoherent, and wrestling to take control of my body. He won’t shift, for fear of hurting Amalie, but
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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