“No way,” Jackson breathes, shaking his head, his eyes moving down to Rafe’s chest, where his wolf lives. “There’s…there’s no way –““Jacks,” Rafe groans, leaning into his friend’s hand a little bit. “Please, don’t tell anyone, I’m so confused – I have no idea what’s going on –““No way,” Jackson wh
Rafe’s stomach sinks to his feet and he ducks his head, clenching his empty whiskey glass in his hand. Because this is…this is the worst possible way he could ever imagine Maryam finding out about their bond.“Mark!” Dominic barks, pointing solidly to his side, demanding that his son come to heel. M
She pants a little in her panic, looking around the room again for some help. But everyone’s face – everyone’s, her father’s included – is rich with a great depth of sadness and pity. Maryam, finding no recourse there, turns her vicious gaze back to Rafe.It cuts him in his soul, the hatred in her g
Mark walks down the hall with a heavy heart, his hands sunk deep in his pockets, a scowl across his lips. God, he just…can’t seem to do anything right, can he?He regrets it, of course. Immediately he regretted it, treating Rafe’s news so lightly, laughing about it, not paying attention enough to re
Mark cries out, just slightly, as his wolf howls and scratches and begs him to go forward, to grab the door, to push it open, to find her, to grab her into his arms –Mate mate mate mate mate – he snarls again and again, over and over in Mark’s mind.And Mark groans, because he knows – he knows his
A grumbling, groaning little half-sigh breaks from Daphne’s lips as she stirs from her sleep. Because no, she does…not want to be awake right now.Please, she begs her wolf, who is shaking out her fur, turning towards the door with interest. You’re imagining it – you always are. It’s not real – he’s
But eventually her tears subside, just a little. And she quiets and stills. And raises her head to look into his face.His heart breaks to see the very real sadness there, and he lifts a hand, brushing at the tears on her cheek with his thumb, his eyes taking in the rough redness around her eyes, an
“Daphne, I am not asking you to be my mistress!” Jesse bites out, his teeth clenching.“Did you come here with romantic intent?” she asks, prim and formal. “Desiring to continue, in some way, our relationship?”“Yes,” he says, working hard to reel his temper back in, ashamed at himself for losing it