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KARA"They're going to catch your scent," Denver warned as we cautiously ambled down the hall, "so what's the point of me keeping guard?""They can figure out that I've been snooping through their things after I've done it. But if they find me while I'm snooping only the Goddess knows what they will do to me," I whispered over my shoulder even as my heart fluttered at the thought—what an unnatural response, "anyway, them sharing a room works in our favor. It will take me half the amount of time it would have if there were two rooms.""It's not you I'm worried about. I doubt they would do anything much to you considering you're the Alpha's daughter. It's me I'm worried about. They would kill me without a second thought," Denver murmured and a shiver shook his frame as if to emphasize his trepidation. "Denver," I crooned and playfully slapped a hand on his shoulder, "since when did you become such a scaredy cat?"He huffed as he shrugged off my hand, "I'm not scared but we both know tha
ORIONI watched her. She may not have realized it, or maybe she did, but I quite frankly didn't give a fuck. I watched her train the wolves in her pack in combat, helping them enhance both skill and physical endurance so both their human and wolf forms would be at optimal strength. She was patient and kind, showing them where they went wrong and guiding them step by step no matter how slow of a learner the pup was. Her nurturing side blossomed when she was amongst her pack. It was a side she had yet to show Miles or me directly—she didn't care much for us. This only emphasized that this pack was her life and she would do anything and everything to protect it. Kara may have made the perfect Luna but she could be an excellent Alpha and she knew it. She was confident, strong, and smart. When she disappeared after the training session and returned fresh out of the shower, I watched her scurry around helping prepare dinner. She didn't rest. From there, Kara sat to eat and then helped ag
MILES A sheen of sweat coated her tanned skin. My gaze tracked the movements of the sweat droplet that trickled down her muscle-corded stomach as Kara ran up to me. She had given Orion and myself orders to meet her outside the pack house at five. Ten minutes were still to tick on until the meeting time but I always prided myself on punctuality. Someone serious about their intentions never left someone waiting on them. It was one of the many qualities I believed made an excellent leader. Kara jogged to a stop, hunching her shoulders and resting her hands on her knees as she panted for breath. Her high ponytail blew in the breeze and her irises glistened when she glared up at me through her long eyelashes. Crossing my arms over my chest, my rumbling voice carried between us, "Do you ever rest?" Shooting ramrod straight, she raised a brow and proceeded to answer my question by asking a question of her own, "Do you? I know it can't be easy not being around your pack for so long.""It's
KARADinner was tense. No matter how deep of a breath I sucked in, my lungs still felt suffocated. I wasn't a claustrophobic person, but the way my father glared down his nose toward Miles and Orion made me want to spring up from my seat and flee. He didn't look too happy and I feared what that meant for me. If I deciphered the riddle correctly then I'd be safe for the next two days. However, if I was wrong and Orion didn't win this game, my wedding to Miles would be a matter of hours away. I'd have to get my shit together and leave along with him to his pack. We'd have to live together, sleep in the same room, and, worst of all, we would have to complete the mate bond. I'd have to accept the feeling of his broad, inked frame sprawled over my body while he ran his tongue over the column of my throat and sank his teeth into the junction where my neck met my shoulder. A considerable amount of heat ran up my body, causing my blood to simmer beneath my flesh and flush my skin pink. Th
MILESKara didn't move. She barely flinched. I ushered her into her adjoining bathroom and sat her down on the toilet so I could clean and disinfect her slit palm. Beads of blood trickled down the length of her fingers, leaving a trail behind her as she stalked the halls. When the alcohol-infused disinfected met the open wound, she didn't even twitch in acknowledgment. All she did was glare at the wrist I held cuffed in my grasp on the way up to her room. A pang echoed in my ribcage, causing my heart to beat out of its usual rhythm. Touching her felt... It was fucking extraordinary. It felt like something in me finally opened and the resounding emptiness that was created could only ever be filled with Kara. Electricity raced up my arm until something in my mind audibly snapped into place with the sound of a whip slicing through the air. And then, a tether so faint, glowed in my mind's eye and I knew the end of that tether could only be seen by Kara herself. She was the anchor at th
ORIONI edged toward Kara cautiously, inhaling her lemon and pine scent which carried on the icy breeze that whipped around her. Her inky, raven black locks cascaded down her shoulders and moved like tendrils of shadow as the wind carded its claws through her mane. Kara's back was to me as she sat at the edge of the cliff, hugging one leg with her chin propped on the knee while the other dangled below. Bursts of sunlight began cresting the horizon, sending hues of burnt orange and magenta through the gray sky. As a beam of light settled on me, warmth erupted through my skin and offered some reprieve against the winter's chill. And yet, Kara sat with a crop top and sweatpants as if she were impervious to the cold. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" I decided to announce my presence. Kara audibly gasped, proving she hadn't caught my approach. She was so preoccupied with her thoughts that she let her guard down. That was one of the most dangerous mistakes a werewolf could commit. Her gaze r
KARA"I do not run from anything," even as the words rolled off my tongue, I couldn't bring myself to believe them. They hung in the air with the foul stench of lies clinging to them which had bile crawling up my throat. I could barely stand my reflection in the mirror. The girl glaring back at me with dark-rimmed, puffy eyes and a pathetic excuse of a smile couldn't be me. Three days ago I thought my life couldn't get any worse. That was an invitation to the universe to show me just how worse things could get. Murphy's law: Whatever can go wrong, will go wrong. I, Kara Sommers, miraculously found her fated mate even though the concept was almost unheard of. And then, the universe decided to add a cherry on top of my sundae by granting me two mates. I should have been ecstatic. Elation should have seeped from every crack and pore. However, all I could think about was what this meant for me. Being in an open relationship wasn't something new. Many werewolves found open relationship
KARAStunned. When I asked the Kessler brothers to divulge a piece of information they had never shared with anyone else, I didn't think they would go through with it. However, they not only chose to share with me, but they stunned me with the confessions they chose to share. Nothing could have prepared me for the ripple of fear that rolled down my spine. Everyone knew their father had died but no one knew how. No one but me. And now, I was alone in a room with these brothers who could easily snap my neck like a weightless twig to ensure I never sprouted a word of this information to anyone else. Their confession was meant to grant me a modicum of trust but all I got in return was more trust issues out of it. How could I trust them when Miles killed his flesh and blood? The glacier expression keeping his face frozen in place ensured I knew he felt no sympathy for his father or his actions. The man didn't have a contrite bone in his body. "Let's go, we're going to be late. I'm sur
KARAI awoke to Miles' strong arms snaking around me this morning, head buried deep into the crook of my neck. After having a shower together—which was as platonic as a shower together could be since we weren't intimate in any way—Miles left to take care of pack work and I joined Saylor and Denver who brought me to the pack house. He didn't want me to reciprocate the gesture. All he wanted was to feel me against him, pleasure my body, and then take care of me. It sounded weird. I should have been the one to take care of him but there he was, dragging me under the warm spray, shampooing my hair, and washing my body with his shower products. When he was done, he ushered me out of the shower to change while he completed his shower routine. I now smelled like Alpha Miles Kessler and everyone knew it. Mating would combine our scents but simply being next to him and using his products meant a tinge of his scent lingered on me. Denver had the good sense not to pick on it and so did Saylor
KARAI was colossally fucked. Miles' rough palms kneaded my body as if I weren't made of toned muscle. I was putty in his bear-sized hands which left a trail of fire in their wake as they moved up and down my body. Flames licked down my spine, igniting a wild, raging fire between my legs. The wetness that collected between my folds permeated the air with the sweet scent of my arousal. He pried himself away, a growl of longing rumbling in his chest. I had never known a man to gaze upon me the way Miles did at this moment. My heart and stomach did a synchronized flutter and blood rushed to color my cheeks. I wasn't shy but, right now, all my confidence had evacuated my body and I wasn't sure what to do with myself. A cheeky smirk found its way to Miles' rugged face, "I want you, Red Wolf. I want you for who you are. I don't care if you feel like you're inexperienced. I've watched the way you've fought off multiple people. I've watched you take care of your pack with nothing but affe
KARAI held onto his hand, making sure he could feel the sparks and the comfort my touch offered all the while wanting to crawl onto his lap so I could crush him in my embrace.So much damage. So much pain and agony. So much hatred.Miles' emotions were a potent blend that tugged onto the bond between us. I felt a ghost of their touch but it was enough for me to wince as the icy sensation froze the blood in my veins. As Miles seethed the words, I couldn't help but ponder what he meant by torture. I was beginning to understand that whatever punishment Miles had doled out, his father and beta most likely deserved. This conversation was offering me the clarity every other conversation evaded. I licked my lips and pulled my seat closer to Miles, giving him space but showing him that I didn't plan on going anywhere. He couldn't scare me away. I planned to glue my ass in this seat and listen to every word roll off his tongue no matter how much they sliced through me like blades. "You don
MILES Something was wrong. I felt it in the same way one would feel the change in tide. We agreed to sit down and discuss the possibility of a trade route cutting through our pack with Percy. Kara joined in on the meetings these last few days, quiet and observant. She only spoke when spoken to. I knew she wasn't avoiding Orion or me but she also didn't seem very interested in engaging in a conversation.However, when it came to engaging with the pack, she took to them like a cat to yarn. She spent most of the day assisting in the pack house or running errands with me in town. The she-wolves loved having her around during meal prep but Kara never stayed for dinner. I usually brought her home before then so we could have dinner together with Denver as our constant third-wheel.After dinner, she would promptly tuck herself away in her bedroom, leaving me and Denver alone in what used to be awkward silence. During that time, I made it my duty to get to know the man—not because Kara was
ORIONEven if I wanted to, I physically couldn't stop myself from deepening the kiss. Not when Kara made a noise so sensuous, that all I wanted to do was hear it again. I angled her head and glided my tongue against hers with a slow stroke before curling it and licking the roof of her mouth. Another moan fluttered out of her with feather-light wings. I was falling.The mere connection of my lips to hers was enough to weaken my grip on my sanity, forcing me to plummet head-first into the unknown. I wanted to feel every inch of her silken skin, run my palms over every curve as I caressed the swells of her breast. They roamed her body, committing every line, bump, and ridge to memory. I was a cartographer and her body was a map that could lead me to the finest treasures. Peppering kisses along the corner of her sweet-tasting mouth, I nipped and sucked at the skin along her jaw until I left a trail of bruises down the corner of her neck. They would fade in a few hours, however—as I acce
KARAJealousy and testosterone lingered in the air like a bad smell. The Kessler brothers assumed the worst about this meeting and I was happy they were proven wrong. I was all the more elated when I realized that Percy Vaughn was the new alpha of the Blue Waters pack. It meant I could let my guard down, even if it was minimally, to enjoy the company of an old friend. Denver and I were always the closest in the Blood Wolves, but I had a good relationship with Percy as well. Being a few years older than me, he managed to climb the ranks quickly. He was on his way to becoming head warrior of the pack when he sent word one day that he would not be returning. It was sad to see him go. On my first shift, it was Percy who stood by me and coached me through the experience. It was Percy who stood by Denver and coached him as well. He took it upon himself to train us—especially when my father wasn't pushing me to my limit. I looked forward to my sparring sessions with Percy. He didn't necess
ORION"This past week has been interesting," Jess purred. I leaned back in my chair with a measured inhale. It felt good to be back at home and amongst my pack. Not just good, I felt stronger and calmer, less on edge about being in a strange environment where someone could attack you at any moment. My gaze gravitated to the window as the morning sun peaked out of the thick cloud cover. The paperwork scattered on my desk was meant to be filed two weeks ago and I still hadn't found the time to get around to it. I didn't mind the leadership aspect of being an Alpha. Taking care of my pack came naturally to me. It was the logistics that tripped me up. Running a pack was a lot like running a business. One wrong move and everything would crash and burn. "That's an understatement," I muttered. Jess leaned forward, bracing her tattooed arms on the table between us. Her cropped hair was styled back and the crisp suit she wore made her look like one scary motherfucker. One look at her and t
KARAHoly shit, Miles kissed me! Holy shit, I let him kiss me!Holy shit, I kissed him back!Holy shit, I liked it!Those four statements ran laps in my mind even after Miles fled the kitchen to get dressed. Saylor stood awkwardly at the threshold, wringing her fingers as her acute gaze assessed my every movement. I slid down the island and smoothed out my ruffled t-shirt. Then, I redid and tightened my ponytail which Miles had shifted in his lust-driven haze. Saylor was a petite little thing clad in a black turtle neck, blue jeans, and knee-length boots. Her sun-kissed hair cascaded over her shoulders in subtle waves and blue eyes as clear as the ocean served as her most attractive quality. If I didn't know better, a pang of jealousy would have speared my gut. I trusted Miles enough to know that there was no "sweet home Alabama" bullshit taking place here. "It's nice to officially meet you, Kara," her voice was sweeter than honey with a smile to match. She must have made an exc
KARAThis bed must have been filled with clouds. It was the only explanation I could conjure for why I had the most peaceful sleep in this last week. Maybe my exhaustion contributed to it but Miles' scent of freshly mowed grass with a hint of spice certainly played no part in why I had the best sleep of my life. His scent permeated the room, from the bed sheets to the clothes that hung in the closet. They were a lot smaller than the clothes he wore now. I quickly deduced that I was staying in what must have been his childhood bedroom. There weren't many remnants left behind to signify it though. The room itself was plain. Gray walls and white cupboards. White curtains with silver embellishments hung over the windows. A desk sat opposite the bed, a cushioned chair tucked into it. Otherwise, there was nothing in the room to signify it was Miles' childhood bedroom—bar the few clothes in the closet. If he had me in his room, then he had to have put Denver in Orion's, and Miles was now s