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The question’s curt, almost accusatory, as if I was supposed to be talking or something.“Yes,” Seth answers. He doesn’t look back at us. I slow my steps, trying to escape the intensity of the reek billowing in his wake.“Do you smell that?” I whisper to Nia.She looks confused for a second, but then she smirks. “Does he smell like a latrine?”“More like rotten eggs.”“Yeah. I remember those days. It’ll go away once you and Cadoc bang.”My gut flops. “Don’t say bang.”“Okay. Make love.” She does her Elvis impersonation, and somehow, that makes it even worse.“What are they saying?” Cadoc interrupts from speaker phone.“I can’t hear,” Seth lies. We’re only ten feet behind him, and he has shifter ears.“We talking about how your bitch Seth smells like shit.” Nia cups her hands around her mouth so her voice really carries.Seth’s spine stiffens, and he picks up his pace.Cadoc doesn’t respond, and he’s quiet until we’re a quarter mile from campus.“Did she eat before you left?” The quest
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The human businessman. They’re called sharks. The name fits.My heart stammers, and my face flushes. The bond comes to life.Nia and Seth have bent their heads. That’s what you do when the alpha or his heir enters a room or walks past. I don’t mean not to bend mine, but I hesitate, and then by no conscious decision on my part, I’m stuck with my head raised, frozen by his inscrutable regard, and I can’t even lower my eyes.My wolf rouses herself to sit upright, and her head cocks. She regards him right back, and she notices something that I’m too intimidated to see, a silver glimmer behind his eyes.He’s standing there, the lord of all he surveys, per usual, and his expression and stance—everything down to his precise haircut with its ruler straight edges—it all says that he’s the dominant wolf. He’ll approach us when he wants, or we’ll come to him, if that’s what he prefers. He’s the alpha in all but name. That’s what anyone would see. That’s reality.But it occurs to me as the second
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He can think I whore if he wants. Not sure when I’d have time with all Abertha gives me to do, but I’m not gonna act like it’s an insult to take care of your people.Still, my eyes prickle.Cadoc notices and frowns. He glances around the room like he’s looking for help, but no one’s there. Finally, he passes me Nia’s unused cloth napkin. I stick it in my backpack.His frown deepens. “Why’d you do that?”“Didn’t you give it to me?”“I did. For you to—” He sort of waves at my face.I wipe my eyes with the back of my hand and sniff a few times. I’m good. It was a momentary blip, no doubt caused by the epic hormones transforming me into a freaking kiln.“Do you want it back then?” I go to reach into my pack, but Cadoc’s hand darts out and grabs my wrist. His palm is rougher than I would’ve thought it’d be.“Is this like the watch?” he asks. His brow is slightly furrowed, and for once, his eyes are lit with interest. Or he’s not guarding his expression. “Do you see the napkin like a souven
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“I don’t want any of this, you know. I don’t want to have sex with you, and I sure don’t want pups or a mate or any of it. If I had an out, I’d take it, same as you.”I can’t see his reaction. I’m staring at the wrinkled yellow and green and pink and orange paisley swirls of my sundress while I knead it in my damp palms.The seconds tick by. He’s silent, but he’s also so present—his pine and wood scent, his steady breathing, the bond humming, undisturbed by all the tension in the air.“I won’t let it be bad,” he finally says, so certain it’s a vow. That’s another thing about nobs. They don’t know when they’re lying to themselves.It is a sign of goodwill, though, and I can hear Drona’s coldly pragmatic voice in my head. You gotta play this smart.“I don’t want a pup,” I say to my lap.“What?”“We have to make sure there aren’t any babies.”“Will you look at me if we’re gonna talk about this?” There’s a new sharpness in his tone. I must have pushed him too far.I bend my neck, dipping
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I shorten my steps again, not in an obvious way, just to see. He slows some more. It has to look weird. He’s a big guy with a long stride, and at this point, he’s almost doing a bride’s walk down the aisle.“What class are we going to?” he asks.“You don’t know? You’re the one leading the way.”He flashes me a rueful glance.“General Numeracy,” I answer.“In the Math Hall?”“Yeah. Well, behind the Math Hall.”Luckily for both of us, we’re heading the right direction. I don’t know about his people, but I know for sure that every scavenger with a window view is ogling us right now, and every single one is going to bust my balls about this later. If we stop and change directions for no apparent reason, that’ll be the icing on the cake.We go a little further in silence. I soak in as much fresh air and sunshine as I can, noting the direction of the wind and the height of the geese, honking in a V overhead. My feet drag of their own accord. It’s a natural reaction to going to class.“You’r
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“Dingleberries,” she says. We both crack up.“How about him? What’s he smell like?” Nia nods at Derwyn Collins. He’s skulking out by a hedge a few yards away, playing on his phone, glancing over every so often. I think he’s keeping tabs on me.“Wood, but in a bad way.” Happily, he’s far enough away that I only catch a whiff when the wind blows in our direction. “Does this seriously last until Cadoc and I do it?”“Yup. All dudes stink until you bang your chosen one.”I sigh and snuggle into my new jacket. “Well, I guess it won’t be all bad, then, if it makes the smells go away.”“It doesn’t have to be bad at all. You have to tell him what you want.” Nia rolls over and rests her head in her hand.“How do you know what you want?” I mean, I do touch myself. I know what I like when I’m going lone wolf, so to speak. But I just can’t imagine Cadoc Collins circling my clit at a steady pace for ten minutes and then tweaking my nipples while rubbing a smidge harder until I come. And my skin’s a
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Brooklyn squeezes her eyes shut like she just took a softball to the gut. “Just call the ball, okay?”“Call it what?” Enid whispers to Nia. Nia shrugs.The humans are less loudly enthusiastic when we take our places. They hate that they’re always teamed with the scavengers. They want to win, and even though they know they don’t have a shot against shifters, they still get disappointed when we lose.It’s dumb. Everyone knows that it’s not about winning—it’s about shifters learning how to moderate their speed and strength around humans—but it’s hardwired into the humans to compete, so they’re always pissed off at the end.Enid serves first. The ball splats against the wall at the opposite end of the gym, raining down plastic confetti on the males filing out to the basketball courts behind the building.Coach Arnold sighs. “Go get another one, Wogan.”She sprints for the basket of spare balls, and Coach Arnold blows his whistle. “Slow it down, Wogan.”Enid slows into this weird stop-moti
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I head for the back row, and everything’s normal. Female voices echo off the low ceilings. Metal locker doors slam. I peel off my shirt and hesitate for just a second. The cool air is amazing against my clammy skin.“Now,” a female snaps.They’re on me before I can scent them. They grab my legs and yank my arms behind my back. I can’t kick. I can only wrench my shoulder sockets. I buck, but there are too many of them. Brynn, Teagan, at least four others. They rip off my shorts with my panties, ducking my flailing legs and laughing.I squeeze my thighs together, and they grab me again, more hands than necessary, all pinching, squeezing, smacking.They shout. Hoot.My hair’s come loose. Strands are stuck in my mouth, and I can’t get them out because my arms are pinned. I spit and try to cry for help, but my throat’s seized up, and their howls drown out my rasping, “Nia. Nia.”Gracie Beddoe and Mina Scurlock huddle against the lockers, turning their faces away. They can’t help.My wolf l
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The humans know about shifters, of course, but there’s no need to draw more attention to us than we already do, as strangers in such a small town. Folks already gawk as Annie leads us to the village commons even though the streets are busy. It’s market day.As soon as we reach the grassy expanse filled with tables and tents, Alroy and Diantha peel off, heading in opposite directions. Griff seems torn, but when he sees that Diantha is making a beeline for a booth with racks of female clothing, he hurries to follow Alroy.Annie leads us down the makeshift walkways, smiling when she’s greeted by name. My mate is still shy, but there’s no trace of fear in her scent. I breathe her happiness and excitement in, letting it flush my lungs clean of the oily town air.She sees her friends before I do and lets go of my hand to run toward them.My mate. My Annie. Running with a smile lighting her face.This is a good, good day.Two females rush around their table, the third making her way more slo
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JUSTUSMy perfect, beautiful mate does not like surprises, so she knows exactly where we’re going as we trot through the woods that run along the human highway. At first, I was sad that I couldn’t spring this visit on her, but I love watching her wolf get more and more excited the closer we get to Chapel Bell. Her short little legs are moving so fast, I almost don’t have to slow my pace.Alroy, Griff, and Diantha don’t have my patience, so they’re several yards ahead of us. Poor Griff has to be the buffer between them, and he keeps getting caught in the crossfire when their wolves decide to break the monotony by sniping at each other.I was worried that Annie would be too nervous to venture this far from camp, but she gets more confident every day. I’m pretty sure that’s because when we were out for a walk two months ago, she saw me take out two ferals that were encroaching on our territory to the north, so even though Killian and I pretty much fought to a draw, she knows I can handle
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He bares his fangs, yanks the needle from his neck, and blinks at it, bemused.“Did you stab me with a fucking knitting needle?” He holds it up. Blood oozes from the wound, dripping down his bare chest. I didn’t even hit an artery.Justus snarls, squaring his shoulders and bending his knees, readying himself to attack. Every inch of his body is covered in mud and blood, gashes and purpling bruises. White bone shows through a jagged slash on his forearm.A male coughs, clearing his throat. “Can we just take a beat?” Killian raises his hands, raw flesh where his nails should be.I wouldn’t have thought it possible, but he’s as battered as Justus, and he seems to be favoring his left leg, like his right can’t hold weight. Our males spar constantly. I’ve seen all of them beat up at some point, but I’ve never seen any of them mangled this bad. I can’t believe either he or Justus are still upright.“That bitch stabbed me.” Leith points at me with the knitting needle.Justus howls and steps
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My wolf skids to a halt several feet away and then slinks forward, keeping the fire between her and the Salt Mountain wolf, letting the smoke block her scent. When she’s too close to dare creep closer, she huddles close to the ground, staring up and up at his tremendous mud-caked haunches. She’s a miniature in comparison. All the females are, and we all stare, powerless, as the wolf’s bones crack and a strapping man rises from the hulk of his beast.His blond hair shines through the dirt. I’ve seen him. Leith Munroe. The new Salt Mountain alpha.He rests his hands on his hips as if there isn’t chaos all around him as his wolves play a game of distraction, breaking after our slower, smaller, or older males and mauling them until our strong males are forced to turn back, away from us, to rescue them.Leith takes no notice of our wolves, even when they get close, or me, skulking behind the fire. Why would he? I’m no threat—skinny and small and stinking of fear.Instead, he’s intent on so
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ANNIERun! Run! Run!I squat as low as I can in the wildflowers and tear off my clothes.A few yards away, Killian and Justus are murdering each other. Tye, Ivo, and the rest are just watching, and no matter how much I scream, no matter what I say, their wolves don’t listen.And the Salt Mountain wolves are up to something. They’re edging away from the fight toward the trail to camp. Quarry Pack is so intent on the fight, they either don’t notice or don’t care.I have to get to Khalil, and my wolf is faster.Run into the woods! The woods!I huddle in the tall grass and summon my wolf. For the first time in my life, she’s ahead of me, bursting through our skin before I’m ready, assuming form like she’s surfacing from water rather than tearing herself free from bone and muscle.She runs away from the woods, toward the trail. The Salt Mountain wolves have gotten ahead of her, so she hangs back, keeping low and downwind.Turn around! Now!What are they doing? They can’t think to attack La
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“Lavender is light green this time of year. It doesn’t bloom until June or July.”“What are you going to do with it now then?”“Make a sachet. The scent mostly comes from the oils in its leaves.”“Make a sachet for who?”I wade through the tall grass to stand close to her and inhale her sweet rainy scent.“For the den,” she says, glancing bashfully up at me from under her thick brown lashes. She’s wearing my old sweater and another pair of my drawstring pants. Her pulse flutters at the base of her throat. She’s excited, too.Maybe we should cut this trip short and head back to the den.Or take a detour into the woods.She probably wouldn’t do that, but I think she’d agree to return to camp. I draw in another deep breath. Her arousal teases my nose.My wolf snarls.Annie startles.It takes my brain three seconds too long to catch up.Underlying the rain and slick, there is another scent. Earthy, yes, but not the right earth. It doesn’t belong. I’ve smelled it before. A long time ago.I
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My grip on the pot handle tightens. Water sloshes over the sides. My jaw clenches, my guts knot, and my dry eyes burn.I can’t do this.I have to.“Justus?” Annie appears in the den entrance. She’s wrapped herself in a light pink sheet, and she’s holding a cup. “You brought water.” She smiles, padding toward me on bare feet.And then she stops. Her smile falls aways.She blinks in the sunshine, the bleariness of sleep disappearing as she takes in my grim face and desperate hold on the pot. If I had dignity, I’d find a way to smile back. Say good morning. Act like everything is fine.Her chest falls as she lets out a long, silent breath. She looks me straight in the eye. Her fear and doubt are clear as day.She’s going to ask me to take her home now.She takes a step closer to me, and then another, until we’re toe to toe. She gazes up at me, and for a second, all I can see is her beauty—her graceful neck, her delicate pointy chin, her soft, curving lips—and then I notice the expression
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“Trust me,” he shushes, the hot head of his cock already notching at my entrance. He flexes his hips and sinks into me, a groan of pure relief torn from his throat. He fills me so completely that I ache where I take him, but I love it.I pant through the strain, and he gathers me close as he thrusts, cradling me to his chest, kissing my lips, my brow, my cheeks, the tip of my nose. I start to rock my hips in time.“You’re so beautiful, Annie,” he rumbles in my ear. “So perfect for me. My Annie. Mine.”I sigh and ride his bucking hips, his cock stretching me until I feel like a glove made for him.“Come for me, now,” he growls. “Now, Annie.”Hot cum floods my womb, and his knot catches and swells, tearing a raw shout from my throat. His fingers find my clit while his fangs sink into my shoulder.I scream, bucking against him, but I’m caught, so he moves with me, hushing me.I hover another second on the edge, somehow above myself, watching his strong arms tremble as they wrap around me
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I let my hand fall and turn my head away.He snarls. He doesn’t like that.I drop back so I’m sitting on the pallet, lift my chin, and fold my arms. His wolf rumbles unhappily. He shouldn’t have let his man mess with my nest.He dips his head and looks up at me from his lowered eyes, a wolf playing at a lamb. “I’m sorry, Annie. Here it is.”He holds the pillow out.It’s a trap.Of course it’s a trap. I reach for it anyway. As soon as I grab the pillow, he yanks and falls to his back, dragging me with him. I tumble on top of him. He quickly nips the pillow from my grasp, tucks it behind his head, and grins up at me.I push up on his chest, struggling upright until I’m straddling his waist. He crosses his arms behind his head.I lean forward and try to pull the pillow free, but his head is too heavy.“Just ask nicely, Annie.” There’s a new note in his voice, a gravelly depth that has nothing to do with his wolf.I prop myself on his folded biceps. They’re hard and velvet and flexing und
