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
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
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
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
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 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
KARA"Ma, do something," I pleaded with incredulity, hoping she would see the inexplicable amount of betrayal lighting up my eyes like fireworks on the 4th of July. She narrowed her dark eyes into slits, the brown passing off as onyx as a shadow flickered over her cold gaze, "Kara, I know this is a lot for you but it has to be done. It's time for your father and I to retire—""Then retire and let me take over the pack," came my hoarse interjection. Fear and anger twisted into sharp icicles that skewered and ripped away chunks of my reality. What they were asking me to do was insane, "I can handle the pack, Ma. You and Dad just need to trust me.""It's not that we don't trust you," my father answered in exasperation. He cut his thick fingers through his pepper and salt hair, "it's unheard of. We cannot have a she-wolf as an Alpha and you know it.""That's the most misogynistic bullshit I've heard from you and I thought you better than that. You always told me that I can achieve anythin
(3 weeks later)KARA"I thought I'd find you here," Denver mused as he plopped down beside me at the edge of the cliff overlooking the green plain of the forest sprawled below.The Blood Wolves were located in a small town in Washington. The town of Mystic Valley was founded by my ancestors centuries ago when they settled here to form what was now the Blood Wolves. Humans lived in blissful ignorance among us. We learned over the years how to live with them while maintaining the secret of our kind. It grew more and more difficult with the humans venturing further and further into the woods. I'd heard rumors once, that we had a cult in the woods and that my father was the leader. Humans warned their babes to stay away from the Sommers family as much as they could. It was almost humorous. I swung my legs back and forth, humming a tune under my breath which drifted on the breeze. Denver Rhodes had been my best friend ever since I could remember. With his dark skin which glowed as it caugh
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