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
“I keep my commitments, Annabelle,” Caleb says. “You have nothing to worry about, and these tears are unnecessary.” I don’t wait around to hear anymore. My heart is already breaking. Turning on my heel, I dash back into the palace, not slowing until I reach my bedroom. I want to be alone as I star
I’m not sure how I knew that I’d be able to stop Caleb from hurting anyone just with a simple touch, but in this moment, I suppose I’m not really thinking at all. I just don’t want Caleb to lose himself again. The Alpha Council is already on the brink of falling apart. If Caleb hurts someone, even
Eventually the pack Alphas slowly start to exit the building, gathering for the meeting Caleb has required. Harper stays at Caleb’s side, unusually quiet. He wants to ask her what holds her tongue, but with their growing audience, the time is no longer appropriate. She’s probably just nervous, any
Leaving the building, we search for Scott and find him some ways away, inspecting the pushed down grass by the wall. Caleb, with the half-burned photo of me tucked into his pocket, is still furious, but he seems to try to be calming himself as he speaks to Scott with a level tone. “Do you have any
Caleb’s words rustle up fear inside of me, but I push down on it, not letting it overwhelm me. If Tristan is still alive, he will find a way to survive. “We’ll rescue him then,” I say with confidence. Caleb, frowning, shakes his head. “If only it were that simple. Assuming he is still alive, we wo
After two days, I’m beginning to feel stir-crazy. I’ve opened up more to Wade and Scott, talking to them more openly than before. But Caleb is the man I love. Sitting beside him in the backseat but not communicating with him at all is starting to upset me. Time is precious, and I don’t really want
“I’m going to bed,” I say. “Good,” he snaps. “You should have done so already instead of making trouble for us both.” “You should have told me about the wedding,” I reply. Lifting the covers, I slide underneath them. “I don’t have to tell you anything,” he says. “You are my consort, not my wife.”
Surely the news station must be mistaken. There’s no way Caleb could be having a wedding in two weeks and I didn’t know about it. Even if he himself didn’t tell me, Bethany would have. The servants and slaves know everything that goes on in the palace, and Bethany wouldn’t keep a secret like this fr
Travelling with Scott and Wade, we drive for a while, but as night falls, Scott pulls the car into a motel along the highway. “Rebels patrol this area,” he explains. “We’ll draw too much suspicion driving straight through the night.” No one argues, so we rent two rooms for the night. Wade and Sco