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
GayleI sip my brandy while I watch my husband and son go absolutely fucking apeshit. It’s hilarious. That a timid and quiet little spirit wolf managed to outsmart them amuses me no end.The two men pay little mind to me, but they have my full attention.Landon only had sex with me twice. Once, to
Jericho It’s been a long night. Amalie needed two doses of Esmy’s potion, and she warned me that a third would be fatal. Luckily, the second dose worked, and Amalie fell into a deep sleep. She won't wake until the heat passes in a few days. It’s dangerous to fuck around with a she-wolf’s first hea
JerichoI cast my eyes to the heavens and look at the swollen moon that peaks in through the open windows. “One night of peace,” I pray in my head. “Is that too much to ask?”It might actually be. I’ve had several years of very boring peace. I’ve grown so comfortable with boring nothingness day in a
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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