My sister stole my fiancé. She’s about to become the Luna of our pack and gloats over me. But everyone thinks I deserve it. My father is the Beta of the Riverwood pack. Samuel was my childhood sweetheart, my fiancé, and the future Alpha of the Pack. There has always been a tradition of marriage be
The room goes very still and quiet.For a moment, I think I might have misheard. Was the royal messenger talking about me? But why would the Lycan King want me?Each year, every pack in his kingdom would select their most beautiful woman and send her to the capital. From among them, the Lycan King w
“I know what I want,” Samuel says, speaking to Leah now. “I’ll be an outlaw, I don’t care. I’m tired of playing pretend. I’ll save you from this fate, Harper. I’ll take care of everything. I only need you to come with me.”“You would lose everything,” I say, my heart in my throat. For so long, I’ve
“No…” I say, swallowing the rising lump in my throat. “I’m not.”This answer has ostracized me from my pack. I’ve been called every name under the sun: slut, whore, loose, tainted…All because I went into heat and slept with a man who was not my mate. A night I barely even remember. Most of my recol
I stare wide-eyed, mouth agape at the man I shared my heat with three years ago. I have to be mistaken, but my body knows the truth. Those strong hands caressed my skin. Those plush lips spent hours sucking marks onto my breasts.Immediately, I turn away. Curling closer to Jane, I hope to use her to
Glaring at me, Caleb waits. He seems expectant, as if he’s waiting for some kind of response.For the sake of self-preservation, I need to answer my king. But genuinely, I do not know how to reply to the implication that we have a child together.Tristan, Caleb’s Beta, walks into the closet behind h
I stop when my back is against the wall. There’s not really anywhere for me to run to. I’m locked in this room with him.“Now. You’ve had time to think it over,” Caleb says. “Stop pretending you don’t remember our encounter.”I remember his face staring down at me, his blues intense, his brows pulle
I want to deny him, but Tristan’s warnings echo in my mind. The only rule of this place is total obedience. Denying the king could easily lead to my death.With shaking hands, I slowly reach up and pull down the scraps of my shirt from my torso. They fall to the floor in a blood splattered pool.Cal
“Annabelle is a fine woman and would make a good queen,” Caleb says. “Of course,” Tristan says. Annoyance swells within Caleb. Even with as many times as Caleb scolds him, Tristan ever speaks his mind with Caleb. But he’s clearly holding back now. Not that it matters. Caleb has made his decisi
Caleb follows Tristan to an empty gym. The guards already sparred in here earlier and now it sits empty. If Caleb didn’t know Tristan as well as he did, he might suspect that Tristan led him back here so they can continue their fight. But Caleb does know Tristan, so he knows Tristan only brought h
Then, like whispering a breath, he says aloud his realization. “You think you don’t mean anything to me.” It wasn’t a question, more a statement. There’s nothing I can say against it, because it is one hundred percent the truth. His brow furrows slightly, giving him an annoyed expression. He ste
“Why the hell would you want to mate with some inferior male?” Caleb demands, his rage flaring like the red flashing through his eyes. “He wouldn’t be inferior to me,” I snap back. “He would be my husband and mate.” “Stop saying that!” Caleb roars. He’s trying to intimidate me. Well, it won’t
I return to my room absolutely humiliated. In a way it was flattering, that Caleb’s parents misunderstood and thought that Caleb cared enough about me to want to break traditions and marry me, a member of his harem. Their expressions, however, a mix of horror and rage, left me feeling nothing but
I can’t speak against Annabelle. I might be in the King’s harem, but she is an honored member of a powerful pack and favored to be the Queen. What would I say, even if I could? No? Caleb needs to keep his harem? That’s not what I want. If I could have my way, Caleb would free all members of the
Well, if Caleb has authorized this, then I have no choice really but to honor this summons, even if I’d rather run screaming, naked into a forest filled with bees. “Very well,” I say. The handmaiden leads me out to the courtyard, to a small rod-iron table in the shadow of a great oak tree, where
I know Caleb’s idea of interrogation involves torture. I’ve seen it happen. Hells, it even happened to me once. And I don’t totally trust Caleb’s promise not to kill Leah, either. When he gets in those overly-aggressive moods sometimes, it’s hard for him to hold back even when he wants to. So I te
Caleb is only half-listening to Annabelle. Rather, his full attention is on Harper and the way she sways as if she might faint. He will not let her head hit the ground if her legs give out, which they seem about to at any moment. “My King?” Annabelle says, likely trying to reclaim Caleb’s focus, w