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Smith snickers. “I think you’ve definitely blown your chance, Len. She hates you.”Lenox’s bland face doesn’t show the least concern. “My scent is registering to her as noxious. Like fecal matter or spoiled meat. It’s a physiological reaction among shifters to encourage pair bonding between fated mates.”“So, you’re saying that you literally smell like shit to her?” Smith barks a laugh. “Now I’ve heard it all.”Lenox is unruffled. I want to know where he comes from. I bet he’s Moon Lake, using words like “physiological reaction.”Smith slaps his hands together. “Excellent. How long before Conan over there goes into rut?”My gut cramps. That’s not happening. Hell, no.“Once she’s in full heat? I’d give it twelve hours minimum. Maybe forty-eight on the outside.” Lenox taps the wall. “There’s minimal ventilation in here. That should speed things up.”Smith frowns. “The last clients fly in tomorrow evening. They’re not going to want to wait to hunt.”“I told you to hold off a day or two s
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What do I do? Her fear makes my brain roar.Please.It doesn’t work. Mari’s chest rises and falls even quicker. Her round blue eyes pool with tears. I can’t stop myself. I throw myself against the chains, half choking myself out. Mari cries out. I stop mid-fling, and with every ounce of my will, I force myself to be still.Fuck.“Hey, save some for the main event,” Smith tuts. “We can’t have you going down in the first round, can we?” He lets out a sigh of self-satisfaction. “It’s going to be epic. The vig off the side bets alone.” Smith kisses his fingers. “What are you gonna do with your cut, Lenox?”Lenox doesn’t answer. He’s squinting at Mari like the psychopathic squirrel in his head has gotten ahold of a nut. I jerk my chains again, try to get his focus off her, but he’s not distracted.“There’s about a half cup of the drink left. The witch told the female I bought it from to drink half before the full moon and the rest after.”“And?”“Well, we’re not trying to get a mated femal
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“Nothing gives you the right to decide things for me,” I press.“I’m not trying to do that.”“You literally just did. You don’t need that shit in your head. That was you. Your words.” It feels strange to flat out needle an alpha, but I’m fully invested, and every time he doesn’t rise to the bait, I want to fight him even worse.It must be the heat. I’m nice and good and easy to be around. That’s my thing. As sweet as she looks.“You’re treating me like a pup,” I throw at him.Darragh braces his shoulders. “I’m not telling you shit that’ll upset you more.”“Not telling me upsets me more.”He hikes his chin and tries to fold his arms, but the chains won’t let him. He growls in exasperation and compresses his lips.I ball my fists. My heart knocks around in my chest, and I don’t feel nice or good or easy or sweet. I feel like I want to fight him.I feel like for four years, I’ve accepted it—the rejection, the not knowing why, the guilt meat, which was just a constant reopening of the wou
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I don’t want to kill him.I sure as hell don’t want his wolf to kill me.Without thinking, I tug at my restraints. The leather has stretched a little. Not nearly enough to slip my wrist free, but it doesn’t bite into my skin anymore. I gaze down at my fist as I rotate it, my brain dull but spinning.Paws are built differently than hands. I can picture the diagram from shifter physiology class at Moon Lake school. Humans have the long metacarpal bone in their thumb. Wolves only have small dewclaws. The actual circumference of the carpals aren’t that much different, but broken—the wolf’s bones would take up less space. Not much less. But maybe enough.“What are you thinking?” Darragh asks from his crouch, his face darkening. Despite the submissive position, his posture crackles with dominance. Something has set him off. Can he read my forming intentions through the bond?Am I really going to do this?I can’t think more than a step ahead or the fear threatens to choke me.But can I reall
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“I didn’t know you had a sister.” It’s strange that I wouldn’t have ever heard of her.“She lives with North Border pack now.”“Do you see her?”“Not in years.”“It’s weird, isn’t it?” I say against his worn jeans. “We’re in the same pack, and we’re technically mates, but we don’t know each other at all.”He doesn’t say anything for a minute, and then he says, low and gruff and careful, “I want to know you, Mari.”“Yeah?” It makes me want to smile—it seems so silly. We’re probably going to die tomorrow, disappear like all those folks in Moon Lake who “went for a walk” and didn’t come back. “What do you want to know?”“Everything.” He says it so seriously. A warmth—not the prickly urgency of heat, but something airier, softer—unfurls in my stomach.“There’s not much to know about me.”“Me neither,” he says, both wry and sincere, and strokes my hip and massages my neck with exquisite tenderness, as if he’s scared that he’ll spook me, and I’ll pull myself away and stop him.“You like boo
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“Oh, Mari,” he growls. “I want to do things to you.” His breath is hot on my earlobe. A shiver judders down my spine.“Like what?”“Anything you want. Make you feel good.” His voice grows even more ragged. “Kiss you.”“You are kissing me.”“You know what I mean.”“You mean on the lips?” He rumbles. For some reason, I want to giggle.He’s so male and dominant and grown, but in this moment, he reminds me of Fallon and the other scrappers who come by the cabin on some pretext—to borrow a video game or get a cut fixed up—and try to chat us up, puffed up and bold and transparently scared as shit.I squirm in Darragh’s arms, but I don’t try to escape him. He tightens his grip anyway, but gently. A fizzy warmth tingles between my legs, and it’s not heat—it’s a more subtle sensation. I’m surprised it even registers.“Yes, I want to kiss you, Mari,” he mutters like I’ve tortured it out of him.“How bad?” I whisper.“So fucking bad,” he groans.“Okay,” I say and twist in his arms.“Okay,” he sa
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His face doesn’t change. There’s no flicker of awareness in his blazing eyes, but as he strains toward me, he throws his shoulder back and sort of rotates his arm. It’s a jerky maneuver, like he’s a marionette on a string. He does it again with the other shoulder while he snarls, demanding I present, and my body instinctively responds, my nipples aching, my belly contracting.It takes me longer than it should to realize what he’s doing. He’s winding the chains around his arms, pinning them behind his back. Obviously, he could free himself as easily as he’s strung himself up, but I understand.Warmth infuses my chest. He’s in there, or if he isn’t, whatever he is now doesn’t want to hurt me.“Okay.” I take a deep breath. Sunshine fills my lungs. “I’m doing this.” I step closer.He drops to his knees. His arms are pulled taut behind him, and he’s gripping the chains in his fists, like a sacrifice. He growls at me, and I don’t need my wolf to know what he’s saying. Come here. Now.Every
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“Run!”Her wolf glances over her shoulder in the direction of the pounding boots, and she huddles lower, whining up at me.“Fuck, Mari, run! Now!”A sharp crack sounds. Dirt explodes a few feet from where she’s cowering. She ducks her head under her paws.A man—Smith—shouts from a distance, “Hold your fire! Tranqs only!”A split second later, there’s another pop and a clipped ping as a bullet hits the side of the container.I fight the chains. The cuffs cut into the gashes I’ve carved in my wrists. The links groan, the walls creak where the plates attach, and given ten, twenty more minutes, I could tear them free, but they need to give now, and I’m not strong enough. I need a burst of power, and will isn’t enough. I’m not enough.“Go!” I scream. She crouches and shakes.In this second or the next one, a shot will ring out, it’ll hit its mark, and maybe it’ll be a dart with red feathers, or maybe it’ll be lead.Time stops.For the first time since he tore himself from my skinny, nine-y
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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
