Braden came in the following morning to see how I was doing. Apparently, whatever he was working on with the alpha took its sweet time. He saw my annoyed expression, his brows gnashing together. “Baby don’t it’s my job I came as soon as I could,” I pressed my lips together seeing his fresh set of clothes and I picked up the scent of his lime shower gel so he clearly had time to shower before coming here.
I turned to look back out the window, the thin grey light casting shadows over the narrow streets as people wrapped up in more layers than normal, fighting off the chill. I could see several more guards on the street doing patrols once again.
“Why are there so many guards?” I ask, changing the subject as Braden comes to sit on the bed beside me, taking my hand in his. “It’s a precaution, something Alpha Ansel wants. There is some discord in the pack,” he states matter-of-factly. I glance back out the window as I watch the people pass by. To look at them, you wouldn’t think there were any issues. I can’t say I have noticed any tension.
“They look fine to me,” Braden pats my hand, giving me a sympathetic smile. “Looks can be deceiving Claudia, you should know this better than anyone,” he gives me a tight smile as I look down at our joined hands. I know what he means. He’s referring to the day we met. There had been a rogue attack, and I had been running through the woods before I had stumbled across remnants of a grand stone building. The tall arched doorway was a place I had taken shelter in ivy moss, and vines covered the walls, allowing it to blend in with the surrounding woods.
Fear like I had never known gripped me so hard I couldn’t think straight. My clothes were soaked as I hide trying to ward off the chill that was coming for me.
I waited as the rain poured drips landing beside me as I shivered watching the sunset, hoping that the coast was clear. By the time Braden found me, darkness had fallen, although I was unaware at the time. However, he assured me that everything would be alright. All I remember is thinking about how handsome he was. It was coming up to my 18th birthday and the prospect of finding my mate drew nearer by the day.
All shifters get their wolves when they turn 18. As soon as we have our wolves, we can also find our mates. When I saw Braden, I was relieved and sent a silent prayer up to the moon goddess that the two of us would be mated one day.
He told me it was fate that brought us together that day. Something I am forever grateful for. The howls that followed my departure only made me think the rogues would have found me had he not shown up and then … I dread to think what would have become of me. Rogues are not to be trusted blood thirsty beasts that have lost all sense of humanity and only respond to their baser instincts. In the best-case scenario, the rogues would have ripped me to pieces.
Worst doesn’t even bear thinking about. I look back into those intense blue eyes of his.
As we were leaving, a rogue had followed us. He didn’t strike me as a rogue, perhaps it had been all those stories my father used to tell me that made me believe rogues were the wolves that hid under the bed, went bump in the night and I pictured some foul beast dirty and with razor teeth and straggly hair. In reality, they looked so similar to me and Braden that I would never have known what he truly was.
A dangerous beast lurked beneath that veil of beauty. It’s only when they launched themselves at me and Braden saved me that I realised how deceiving looks can be. I still shudder at the memory even now. How different life would have been if the rogue had succeeded.
“I do,” he nod patting my hand as he smooths the blankets on my bed. “Did you sleep alright?” he asks, his voice soft as he looks my way. “No, but I never sleep well without you,” he gives me a knowing smile as he squeezes my leg. “It should only be a couple more days, then we can take you home.” He gives me a wink, a signature trait I have seen him do countless times.The first was when he first brought me to the pack house to meet Alpha Ansel. I don’t remember much about my home pack, but meeting Ansel and his girlfriend Gaia was a daunting experience. Sensing my nerves Braden gave me an encouraging wink. Gaia and I quickly became best friends. She was the most stunning girl I had ever seen with long flowing wavy blonde hair, bright blue eyes, tanned skin and rosy lips. She was the envy of every woman in the pack and annoyingly the kindest and sweetest person I had ever met. It was impossible to hate her.Ansel was a rugged, intimidating man in his late thirties. After not finding h
“In time,” I add as he nods. His jaw clicks before a smile appears on his face. “Of course baby,” something about his tone irritates me, but I put it down to whatever pressure Ansel is putting him through. Whilst Ansel is alpha and leads the pack, Braden basically runs it for him, ensuring everything is taken care of. I still see the faint bruises on his knuckles, something that should have healed with his wolf. He told me there wasn’t a fight, but I can’t think what else would have caused this … not even training would result in these kinds of bruises.The nurse comes in, taking some of my blood before she gives me some meds. My eyes grow heavy as I sink back into my pillow. “Sleep baby, I’ll be here when you wake up,” Braden purrs, kissing the tip of my pointed nose as I slip into a deep sleep. Visions of our wedding flutter through my mind.“I do,” Braden says, squeezing my hand in his. He looks dashing in his dark grey suit and tie, Ansel conducts our ceremony wearing all black an
When we sit in the car, he turns to look at me with an intense look that has me pressing my thighs together. “You really are beautiful,” he muses more to himself than to me. I see his eyes focus on my lips as he leans across the space, the driver pulling away as he places a soft kiss on my lips. It’s unhurried, sweet, as if he is memorising my taste.Heat takes over my body, flooding my senses as it pounds in my veins, and before I know it, I am pushing Braden back into his seat as I hike my dress up so I can straddle his legs with a confidence I wasn’t expecting for my first time. Somehow it just feels right. I go to kiss him once more as he watches me with that burning intensity. “Have you done this before?” he asks, an edge to his voice as I stop halting my movements as I lean back on his legs, looking at him. I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.“No … I just-” he frowns at me as he adjusts me on his legs so our bodies are flush together. I feel his hardness stir beneath me as I
Braden leads me to where we are staying. Our new home. I had hoped we would go away for our honeymoon, but Braden said he wanted us to create our best memories where we live, not somewhere else. As I step inside for the first time, I take in my surroundings. I can’t really see much of the place, as it is covered in dark red flower petals and candles. “Braden …” he smiles, lifting me into his arms as he begins to walk me through the huge place until he walks us into the bedroom.The faint flickering light dances off the walls as every surface is covered in petals. The scent of roses hanging heavy in the air. I watch as he shrugs off his jacket, releasing his tie, his muscles flexing beneath the fabric of his shirt until layer after layer they pool at the floor. When he pulls out his belt, his eyes gleaming, his slacks sitting low on his hips my eyes don’t know where to look with how handsome he is.“Take off your dress Claudia,” my gaze shifts back to his as I realise I have just been
I had a procedure to remove the baby, and after three days of tests, observations, and taking blood, I was finally ready to leave. My mind wandered to the handsome stranger I had met that fateful night. I was so sure it had been real, but after all my time in the hospital, it felt like a distant dream. Even my wolf couldn’t be sure anymore.Everyone kept telling me I had fallen, the impact jarring the baby. As a result, when I walked home... well, I know how it ended. Braden helped me shower at the hospital. His touches were soothing and gentle as he helped me wash my hair and bathe. He was so kind that I felt tears well up as the hot spray warmed my back. I had wanted to give him a child more than anything. He would never say it, but I felt as if I had disappointed him somehow. Despite his care, I found his touch distant. When he turned me to face him, he looked detached."It's probably his own way of coping with the loss," I thought. Everyone responds differently. Maybe he’ll feel b
Gaia responded swiftly, and I headed downstairs, slipping on my heels. I debated driving but decided to walk. The last time I walked, things didn’t go well, but I shook off the feeling and started toward the orphanage. Gaia helped out there often, always reminding me how important it was to remember those who are often forgotten.As soon as I reached the door, Gaia burst through with a beaming smile. “You made it!” Her golden hair flowed around her face, braided and clipped by the kids, no doubt. She looked stunning in her tailored suit, though I could see the kids' handprints in paint on her sleeves.“Come inside, it’s freezing,” she said, ushering me in.The lump in my throat grew as I saw the children running around, laughing and playing. This had been a terrible idea.“Do you mind holding Charlotte?” Gaia asked, already running to organize the kids for storytime. Mechanically, I nodded and took the one-year-old in my arms. She sucked her fingers and looked at me inquisitively.Gai
When I arrived back at the house, it was dark. The eerie quietness of the large home greeted me, the grand halls and high ceilings making it feel even more empty. I took a deep breath, my heels clicking against the stone floor as I made my way inside.Braden’s office door was shut, a thin line of light glowing from underneath. I paused, wondering if I should knock or if it was better to give him more space. The memory of his distant touch in the hospital played in my mind, and my chest tightened. I hadn’t felt connected to him since we lost the baby, but I also hadn’t really tried to break through the wall he’d built around himself.Steeling my nerves, I approached the door and knocked lightly.“Come in,” his voice called out, muffled but firm.I pushed the door open to find him sitting at his desk, papers scattered around him, his laptop open and glowing on the surface. He glanced up briefly, his eyes tired but composed.“You’re back,” he said, not unkindly, but not warmly either.“Y
Two weeks have passed, and Braden seems married to his office. I’ve tried everything—giving him space, talking to Gaia, even heading into the office to drag him out for food or sleep.Worse, not only does he leave me alone every night to cry myself to sleep, but he also won’t tell me what’s going on with the pack. I’m his wife; we don’t keep secrets from each other. After many futile attempts and receiving only one-word responses or grunts, I’m going to try something I know has never failed to get his attention before.Up in the bedroom, I’m wearing my black lace robe. My black hair cascades down to my waist as I apply my signature red lipstick. My eyes still hold dark circles underneath, but I can’t go through this alone. I need him. I dust a light blush over my freckles and apply mascara to my clear blue eyes. Under the robe, I’m wearing the matching black lace set I know Braden likes—he’s asked me to wear it often enough.Heading downstairs to the kitchen, I grab two wine glasses a
I wake with a jolt, a sharp twist in my gut telling me something isn’t right. The weight of the room presses down on me as I blink against the dim light filtering through the curtains. A few breaths pass before I realize—I’m still in the lounge. Memories from last night surface, fragmented and raw, but I shove them aside as an unsettling void tugs at my consciousness. Something is missing.Claudia.Panic doesn’t grip me immediately—her clothes are still here. For all I know, she could have just gone back to the room to shower. But then, my gaze snags on a note resting atop one of her shoes, and an icy dread coils around my spine.I knew something was off in the way she looked at me last night, but the moment her lips wrapped around my cock, nothing else mattered. Now, as I stare at the note in her elegant scrawl, I wish I had listened to my instincts.I crush the paper in my palm and hurl it into the dying embers of the fireplace, watching as the flames lick at it hungrily, turning he
The ground vibrates beneath me as the rhythmic stomp of boots closes in. The troops march one by one toward my pack, their movements a relentless drumbeat of impending doom. If I make it out of this, Leo is going to kill me—for real this time—for going off on my own.Lying here in my cell, my body throbs with the pain of my own recklessness. What I thought was an act of bravery now feels like pure stupidity. I should have challenged Braden for the pack the second I was thrown into his tent. That was the plan. But it all went wrong. Horribly wrong.Barking orders ring out from the guards outside, their voices sharp and grating. I try to force through the haze of pain of the heat to reach Leo through the mind link, but it’s useless. I’m too weak. My breath catches as the flap of the tent rustles, signaling someone’s return. My heart pounds harder, slamming against my ribs. I want out of this cage, but I also don’t. The idea of someone finding me like this—vulnerable, helpless—is terrify
"What did you just do?" I ask, my body igniting in seconds, heat flooding every vein. My vision blurs as sweat drips down my back. Braden sways in front of me, something small and glinting in his hand. My body wobbles as he lets me go, and I claw at my hair, fingers fumbling for the vial of liquid silver. My hands shake too much to grip it. I just can't reach it. "Heat serum. If you're going to act like a whore, then I'll treat you like one," he groans, voice thick with amusement.A smolder ignites between my legs, molten and all-consuming. Fuck. I don’t know how much he gave me, but my body betrays me instantly, my movements sluggish, my mind drowning in the haze of unbearable heat pulsing through my core.My fingers slip from my hair, every thought narrowing down to a single need—I have to get out of these leathers and this jacket. Too hot. Too tight. Every beat of my heart pumps more of the serum through my bloodstream, and my panties are already soaked. The thick scent of my arou
I'm thrown onto an old wool rug, the rough fibers scraping against my bare hands. I sneer, because even in the midst of battle, Braden refuses to go without his creature comforts. Though a small part of me is grateful—at least I'm not being smushed into the dirt again.Several pairs of black boots surround me before two gleaming black brogues step into my line of vision. "Baby, is that really you?" His voice carries an almost genuine concern, but I know better. I adjust my position, craning my neck to look up at him.Those dark blue eyes are as cold as ever. But everything else is different. He’s massive, his muscles stretched tight over his frame as if he’s been pumping himself full of steroids. He could crush me like a bug."Braden... thank the goddess," I breathe, forcing bile down as I summon a few well-placed tears to trickle down my cheek. He's the one man that has haunted my dreams for months, I never wanted to see him again. I try to stop my body from shaking from fear grippin
I make it to the top of the cliffside, my heart pounding like a war drum as the sun scorches my back. The air hangs heavy, thick with the kind of stillness that only comes before battle—that electric pause before chaos erupts. Even the birds have fallen silent.I tread carefully along the ridge, peering over the other side where their camp sprawls below. From here, I'm just far enough beyond our borders that no guards should detect me. I suppress my aura, unwilling to risk Braden sensing my presence. Lowering myself into a crouch, I inch forward until I can lie flat behind a boulder, my breath shallow, controlled.The camp is a storm of movement, warriors swarming in organized precision. Hundreds, maybe even thousands. It’s as if the entire New Moon Pack has assembled for this. My stomach tightens as I spot Uncle Leon moving through the front line, barking orders. So this is how the rogues are involved. Disappointment stabs through me. One of my father’s most trusted allies, now worki
I wake up tangled in a mess of limbs on the floor, the fire now reduced to glowing embers, and a pleasant ache thrumming between my thighs. Leo lies beside me, his soft snores blending with the distant chirping of birds, signaling the break of dawn. Carefully, I peel myself away from where our bodies are molded together. I can’t wake him. Every movement is slow, calculated, as I inch my way free.Once I’m loose, I jump up, the dim morning light seeping through the curtains now that the candles have long since melted into pools of wax on the floor. My fingers fumble for a pen, hastily scrawling a note explaining where I’m going and why. He’ll be furious—I know it—but he’s my mate, and I will protect him no matter what. This way, at least, he’ll be mad but not worried. Or at least, I hope not.I sprint down the hallway, my bare feet slapping against the cold wooden floor. The scent of burnt-out wax lingers in the air, mingling with the remnants of last night. Clothes and forgotten items
Her lips curl into a smirk that could make the devil himself drop to his knees, and I growl low in my throat, the sound rumbling through my chest like a predator stalking its prey. She’s mine— mine—and I’ll be damned if I don’t claim every fucking inch of her tonight. My fingers work at the clasp of her finery with a fury, tearing the fabric away like it’s an insult to her divine body. The sound of it ripping echoes in the dimly lit room, and her breath hitches, those jewel-blue eyes of hers flashing with a hunger that matches my own.Her curves are a fucking masterpiece, and as her attire falls to the floor, I take her in like a starving man at a feast. Her tits are perfect—full and heavy, the nipples already pebbled and begging for my mouth. I can’t help but reach out, my rough palms grazing over her soft skin, and she shivers under my touch. “Leo don’t tease me,” she begs but she will be begging far more before she gets what she wants. Her hips sway as she steps closer, her pussy s
I pull back, giving Leo another slow, lingering smile. The fire crackles beside us, its flickering glow casting shadows over his sharp features, but worry still lingers in his eyes. I don’t want that. I refuse to let him carry it tonight.Biting my lip, I feel the undeniable pull between us, the electric charge humming in the space where our bodies almost touch. Leaning in, I brush featherlight kisses along his cheek, trailing down to his jaw. A low groan rumbles from his chest, his breath hitching as I shift, straddling his thighs. His hands find my chin, his grip firm yet reverent as he tilts my face to meet his.Then his lips crash into mine.The kiss is searing—possessive, commanding—like he’s trying to reclaim control, to remind me exactly who he is. I let him. My fingers thread through his thick, tousled hair, loving the way it feels against my skin, soft yet untamed. His tongue tangles with mine, the heat between us rising with every breath, every press of our bodies molding in
Reid freezes, and a crushing weight settles in my chest at the thought of disappointing him.“Oh,” he says, his voice flat. The bond thrashes inside me, begging me to explain. I want to—but I also don’t.“It’s not what you think. My mate physically removed my canines so I could never mark anyone else.”Every muscle in his body locks into place, rigid as if he’s about to explode like a bomb. Damn.“I’ll tell you everything. Please, let’s just go to my room.” I scan the corridor because I can't say what I want to with so many people close by.His jaw clicks so loudly it echoes down the hall.Reid grabs my arm, and the moment his skin touches mine, sparks dance between us, making my already addled brain melt to mush. He doesn’t say a word as he practically drags me down the hallway. The silence stretches for what feels like miles, the energy between us thick, electric, and suffocating. I can feel his rage burning through him, searing like an open flame. Despite swearing I would never tel