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
KARA"Would you like to watch a sappy rom-com with me?"I blinked once. Twice. Then three times but my blank expression didn't waver as Orion expectantly awaited my response.After the conference call and learning a few minor details of how the Kessler brothers ran their respective halves of the pack, Denver left to assist my father, and Miles left to attend to the wolves he had brought along with him—the wolves I still hadn't formally met yet even though they had been in my pack for days."Shouldn't you check on the wolves you brought along?" I questioned. My eyes darted between Orion and the bedroom door. It wasn't that I didn't want to be in a room with him. It was that I didn't trust myself in a room with him. Now that the bond had snapped into place, I couldn't fight off the recurrent waves of lust that turned my blood to lava. Orion shrugged a shoulder as he made his way around the bed and began fluffing the decorative pillows, "Miles will take care of it for now. He likes to
KARA"I don't see why you need me to come along," I grumbled while tossing my duffle bag into the back of the SUV, "and I have no idea how you convinced my father to agree to this idea."Orion's wolfish grin was something I was beginning to look forward to seeing and that scared the shit out of me. As his lips split, I noted how my body instantly reacted to him. My palms grew clammy and a strange feeling swirled in my gut. The way my heart skipped and my mouth grew dry was a sign that the mate bond was fully in play, urging me to cave and accept Orion so I could enjoy the sensation of him in my arms as he smiled that devious smile down at me. "We're going back to our pack for a few days. I requested for Denver and you to join. I told your father that it would be beneficial for you to meet the pack and get to know everyone so, when you eventually live there, nothing will be brand new to you," closing the trunk, he dusted his hands and pocketed them with a pensive scrunch of his brows,
MILES I sent my men off to rest after our long journey. They were finally reunited with their families after spending close to a week away from them. They were growing restless being away from home for so long. When they found out about our trip back, I felt their excitement as if it were my own. It coursed through the bond that tied me to my pack. An alpha was the one werewolf that shared several bonds. As a leader, I was bonded to every member of my pack. They weren't strangers, acquaintances, or friends. They were family. Unfortunately, some of them were fucking assholes but you never got to pick who you were related to. Unlike blood relations, pack relationships were a bit different. I felt my pack's emotions, felt when they were hurt or in fear. They were like an invisible limb—losing my pack would be the equivalent of losing a limb. The same went for Orion. So, we found a way to keep things operational without having to feel an integral part of us missing. I glanced down at m
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
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