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Cadoc emerges from the trailer, and he freezes on the metal step. He’s cast in shadow, but I know where he’s looking. He’s staring at my breasts. They’re fuller than they were the night we mated. My nipples are darker—more chestnut than almond.I rest my back against the tub, close my eyes, and let my head fall back.I can feel his eyes. Heat rushes between my legs. The bond runs hot and needy.“Rosie,” he says softly.I cup water in my palms, releasing it to flow down the valley between my breasts, tickling their sensitive undersides.He stalks to his place by the fire and takes his seat, tense and awkward. He’s thinking what I’m thinking.Because I’m thinking it?Maybe. I enjoy the rush of power. Somehow, it settles me.He coughs to clear his throat. “Listen, Rosie, that night—”“No.” I cut him off. “I don’t want to talk about that. It was the worst night of my life.”There’s pain in the bond, and I don’t mean to be harsh, but I don’t want to be a character in that miserable story,
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I’m breathing in short pants, and I don’t know whether to watch him touch me or watch him look at me, so I switch between his hand and his beautiful eyes. They’re impassive as always, but I know exactly what he feels. I can read him from the inside.He’s in awe. Burning for me. Holding onto his control for dear life.My lips curve. He takes me by the hips and pulls me flush against him, my heavy breasts crushed to his chest, his hard cock digging into my stomach. He wraps me in his arms, and lowers his mouth to mine, closing his dusky eyelids, his black lashes feathering his cheeks.My harshly beautiful mate. He doesn’t know quite what to do with me—it’s not like I know, either—so he does everything.He kisses me, tastes me, demands that I open for him, lashes my tongue with his, exploring me, his hands roaming my back, caressing my ass. He wants all of me at once, so he can’t make up his mind—slip his rough fingers into my wet slit from behind, bite my lower lip ’til it stings and th
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ROSIEMy bite is healed, but the fang marks remain, pink puckered slashes down my neck. I can’t stop touching them. Cadoc notices and smiles. I didn’t know he could look smug, but apparently, he can.It’s been a mostly uneventful week. Cadoc caught a fat rabbit. Turns out he’s never skinned one before, so that was interesting. I learned that “squeamish” comes through the bond. It’s stronger now, wider and deeper. More nuanced, if that’s the word.It’s fascinating. And terrifying.Because strong, arrogant Cadoc is afraid. It’s not cowardice or worry. It’s a fear before battle. I’ve never felt it before, but now it flows into my chest, spiking my adrenaline and making it impossible for me to settle.So I fuss. We hike up to the den to plan our move, and I fuss over where we’ll put the Airstream, and whether our pup will fall in the pool, and if the cave will flood when it rains and snows, and what will we do if bats come to roost? Or birds? Or both?Back at camp, I fuss over my nest, a
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Cadoc squeezes my fingers. “Will you go back with me, Rosie?”“Of course.”His voice drops low. “Can you trust me, Rosie Collins?”I expect doubt, wariness. The quick, buzzing part of my brain is already thinking of the words to form a lie and make a promise I know I can’t keep. Yes, I trust you.I anticipate it, but it doesn’t come.I cock my head. “You’ll protect me.” It’s the truth. I’m certain of it in my bones.“I will.”“You’ll help my people?” That, I don’t know.“Our people,” he says.And it’s not a promise or a vow, it’s more than that. It’s a claiming.“Okay.” I squeeze his hand.“Okay,” he repeats. “We go.”It takes minutes for Seth and Cadoc to clear out the Land Rover—while Bevan polishes off a canned ham—and then we’re bumping eastward, back toward Moon Lake.When we arrive at the Bogs, it’s eerily quiet. It’s mid-day. The pups and young folk should be at the Academy and some adults will be downtown, but there’s always males like Uncle Dewey sleeping off a drunk or femal
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I bet Madog Collins hasn’t gone to Salt Mountain on a diplomatic mission.Is he dead? Exiled?I breathe through the ice crystallizing in my chest. Cadoc has done the same math, and his tension has ratcheted up. He’s strung tighter than a bow now. Good thing ‘tightly wound’ is his natural state.Madog can’t be dead. Gwen would surely show some sign of distress, right? And there wouldn’t be this undercurrent of anxiety in the crowd—it’d be a full out fog of aggression with males posturing to defend and challenge for rank. That’s what happens with the nobs whenever a head of a family passes or loses a challenge.I scan the crowd for Abertha. She never attends these things—she says dogs come when they’re called, not wolves—and I don’t see her. I see Howell Owens, though, Madog’s second. He’s lined up at the head of the Owens family, his face a careful blank.Madog must be alive. Howell would be in a cell or a bone pile if his alpha had been bested, but his presence also puts a lie to the
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The instant my foot hits the platform, Gwen Collins strides forward. Her glittering eyes are only for me.“What are you doing?” she hisses at him, but she stares me down. Like I’m the threat.My sluggish wolf takes it as her due. She doesn’t like this female trying to dominate our mate.“Stop this now, Cadoc,” she spits. “Before you start something you cannot win.”He ignores her, facing the crowd, readying himself for something, well past heeding any warnings. He is an alpha.My alpha.“Step back,” I tell her, cutting her off.She draws herself up, and glares down her nose, “Who do you think you—" she starts, but her words drown in my wolf’s growl which rattles my ribcage and causes the microphone to squeal.Behind her, the gathered high-ranking wolves flinch at the sound, shifting nervously. Gwen Collins doesn’t blink or budge. She grinds her teeth, the cords in her neck popping.“Run now, bog bitch, and pray my idiot son follows you,” she says. “He’s about to get himself killed, an
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My people’s murmurs fill my ears.“Watch, he’ll look to take Alban out when Alban delivers the killing blow.”“He’s buying us time. We shouldn’t wait. We should run now.”“A male to rival his grandfather. ’Tis a shame it’ll end like this.”Cadoc and Alban are a yard from each other when it’s as if a starter pistol fires. They run for each other, two-legged with fangs and claws, meeting mid-air with snarls, the thud of flesh, and crunch of bone.I shove Bevan. He staggers. “What the hell, Rosie?”But I’m racing toward them, arms pumping, hair streaming.Wake up. Come out. Wake up.I scream at my wolf, but she’s energy, an impression, a waking dream.Now. Now. Now.There is blood, drops in the air, in the grass. There are limbs, scrabbling, clawed dirt, gnashing teeth. The nobs forget their human façade and howl.I reach inside me, I plunge my arm elbow-deep in the viscera and mystery of what I am, what I’m supposed to be—and I grab my wolf by the scruff of her neck and drag her out.Ca
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My mouth dry, I make my way through the main cavern, accepting the back slaps and smiles and playful, fond baring of necks. My people respect me, but it’s my mate’s wolf that’s the real power in this pack, and everyone knows it.Except maybe Rosie. She takes the mammoth inside her totally for granted. Her wolf’s not even on her radar these days.She wants her good hearing and sense of smell back. She says all food tastes canned, and to her, this is a grave insult. These past few days, she’s been complaining about her back and her hips, and she hasn’t wanted to go out foraging. We knew the time was getting near, but I’m sure as hell not ready.I don’t know what’s left undone—we’ve got the crib and the swing and diapers and bottles of creams and ointments and a hundred small suits that zip and snap. I had to annex another den to hold it all. Everyone wants to share their grown pups’ old things with us, and the gifts make Rosie cry, but in a good way, so I just stack it all up and keep m
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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
