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“He’s not in Moon Lake territory,” I call to the wolf, striving for a soothing tone. “Sound carries out here. He’s probably a feral out hunting in the foothills.”Cadoc’s wolf shows no sign that he understood me. He growls a little longer, pacing, keeping me herded between him and the water, and when the howl finally rings out further to the south, he must decide that the danger has passed. He trots over and nudges the back of my hand with his wet nose.“We can go now, then?” I ask. Cadoc’s wolf is already leading the way.Abertha has to be right when she says the wolf and the man are two souls, not two sides of a coin. At least she’s right in Cadoc’s case. His wolf is a classic. All wolf. I feel like he’d get along well with Pritchard.Cadoc the male is a mystery. I can’t begin to understand him, but I don’t need to either. All I need to know is that he’s dangerous to me and my kind. He did me a favor when he bolted from the Airstream like his hair was on fire.Oddly, even though my
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It’s not a reassurance at all anymore. It’s another thing tearing at my flesh that I have to ignore.The elevator dings and the door glides open. The foyer and hall are illuminated with low light from crystal sconces. A Powell and a Rosser are on sentry duty. I acknowledge them with a nod.Tomorrow, I’ll go to Killian. Enough playing around. I either figure out how to beat Alban Hughes, or I end up in a bone pile. That’s my future.And if Alban wins, who will take care of Rosie?My heartbeat—not steady since I got the call from Derwyn that Rosie was ready—picks up.Rosie rambles through the woods alone like a lost lamb, looking for who knows what, not even blinking when ferals howl less than a mile away. I’d think she was moon mad if she wasn’t so damn sweet and easy.Her temper has the force of a small pup’s, and she can hold onto it about as long.She’s delicate and warm, her every feeling as plain as day.Her eyes rounded in wonder when she came on my cock, and afterwards, she purr
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“I can’t be disappointed in you, can I? We made you exactly what you need to be, the perfect reincarnation of the Great Alpha. Born to lead. Selfless and assured. Unfailingly dedicated to the pack.” Her smile is a sneer.She’s said all this before. As has Father. It’s been a mantra since before I can remember.It’s the kind of truth you never question. The color of the sky. The sound of your name.I am the future alpha of Moon Lake Pack. It is the only thing I am.It was.But I am something else now, too, aren’t I?Something no one ever intended.I’m Rosie Kemble’s mate.There’s supposed to be shame in that. At the very least awkwardness. Fate made a mistake, right?But I search, and there’s no shame that she’s mine, only the knowledge that she’s close, but I’m not with her. Only the memory of her breath quickening. The feel of her in my arms.This conversation is wrong. What Mother’s saying is right, but the words are like puzzle pieces that should fit, but bend when you try to force
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“No,” she snarls. “Stay the hell away from me. You stay with your people. I’ll stay with mine.”She gathers herself, making herself as tall and fierce as she can, stepping to me, staring me down, but the top of her head doesn’t clear my chest. And she trembles.The scent of her fear burns my eyes. I step aside. I let her go.I have no choice.She’s right.My hands shake as I pick up the cloth, rinse it, wring it dry, and fold it, but once I tuck it in my pocket, I’m steady again.In control.And empty.The solstice has passed, but the worst of winter hasn’t shown itself yet. There’s no snow on the ground, so we’re still outside for Human Sport. Arnold, the instructor, believes this is excellent weather to run marathons. It certainly makes the humans bitch.Today, we’re running the track. No one feels like chasing down the scavengers who inevitably use the opportunity to ditch if we run the path around the lake or the trails in the woods.Rosie’s not bothering to try. She’s strolling w
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I’m the alpha heir, and I’m fucking powerless.Our packmates are gathered by the infield, clustered by rank, gawking as the drama unfolds.I can shut Brody up in one blow. I can lay him flat, crush his larynx. Bash his skull in with my foot. I can kill Brody Hughes in less time than it would take to blink.I want to. Need to.And I wouldn’t have to claim Rosie Kemble. Representatives of each family would be eyewitness to the alpha heir elevating a scavenger over Broderick Moore’s progeny. I’d shoot the shot that starts the war that ends with my father and I dead at Alban Hughes’ hands and the scavengers exiled or their corpses piled in a ditch in the woods.Ultimately, it is no effort to stand silent and say nothing while Rosie’s pain guts me, shredding me down to the marrow.I was born and raised for this.Leadership is sacrifice.No individual is more important than the pack.I watch Rosie straighten and wipe her mouth with her sleeve. As Nia holds her up, she looks back over her sh
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Nia leads us parallel to the lakeside path and past the entrance to the boards, almost as far as the Narrows. It isn’t until she elbows through a stand of brown marsh grass, revealing the pilings of a long-vanished dock, that I realize where we’re going. The Empties.We hop from piling to piling, snapping the brittle marsh grasses as we pass. At the end of the old dock, in the murky water, at least two dozen abandoned trailers float on their old, cracked platforms, creaking and swaying, held together with ropes and rusted chains. A platform in the northernmost corner split, the trailer tipped and took on water, and now the whole mess tilts at a downward angle, too vast to sink.When I was a pup, we’d come here on a dare or to find a bolt hole where we could snarf down food we lifted from our elders. I haven’t been in years.“This way.” Nia picks her way past empty metal hulks to a small trailer with white siding speckled with mold, pale blue trim around the bottom and around the windo
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“Yeah, but not here.” Cadoc’s smartwatch is in my backpack which is back in my locker. Nia keeps her bag with her. She doesn’t care if Mr. Arnold hassles her. I don’t make waves if it’s not a big deal.A memory claws its way into the forefront of my mind. My guts cramping, my throat convulsing, my body utterly out of my control as Cadoc stood silent and unmoved, staring at my back as Brody sneered, “Did you put a pup in a Bog rat’s belly?”I seek out Nia’s golden eyes, anchor myself before the pieces come apart.“What is it, Rosie-cakes?”“I didn’t think—” My bottom lip wobbles so badly that I have to bite it until my teeth make an indent. “I guess I thought, if it came down to it, he wouldn’t—”I search for the reason why I thought Cadoc Collins wouldn’t let me down. Because his wolf kept me company when I foraged? Because he slept on the ledge behind our trailer?Oh, Fate. It’s so clear now. He was tracking me because I was going into heat. I saw Pritchard do it with Nia, Geralt Pow
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But it’s like I’ve come to the end of a road—no, the end of a bridge like the one Nia, Pritchard, Bevan, and I watched being built that summer before we moved to the upper school. The nobs were having it built, and we loved to watch as it stretched from one bank to the other, closer and closer every day.There was a point when it was about halfway done when Bevan started talking about jumping the river on his bike. Every day, he’d go on about whether he could make it, or if he should leave it another day.Finally, after a week of listening to Bevan run his mouth, Pritchard showed up with his bike, pedaled as hard as he could from as far back as he could, and while the construction workers shouted and scattered, he sailed for a brilliant moment against the blue sky before he plummeted into the river with a mighty splash. We still bust his balls about it.I feel like Pritchard on that bike, facing a yawning chasm, palms sweating, heart pounding.I’m never the one on the bike. I’m always
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The Tyrant alpha 484
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
