To my surprise, I feel a twinge of sympathy. Was she unlucky enough to be mated to him while we were gone? Or is she doing what she did with Alec?From this vantage point, now that I’m the one by Alec’s side, she looks different. Beautiful and thin and immaculately made up, yes, but also powerless, as trapped by Fate and rank as the rest of us.I look away. Somehow, it doesn’t feel fair to see her so low.We’re close enough now that everyone has noticed us, and we’re causing quite a stir. The packmates by the river and in the pavilion drop what they’re doing and hurry to the big furnace, converging in a boisterous, drunken, gleefully expectant crowd. At the back, pups jump or climb on their taller siblings to try to get a better view of the action, and the elders cluster at the edges, complaining loudly to each other, probably about the disrespectfulness of youth.Folks move to clear a path for us as we make our way for Bram, and then surge back together behind us to form an impenetra
“Last chance,” Alec says, as cool and unaffected as if he’s facing off against them in a game beside the river. “Where’s Nola Murphy?”Bram lifts his chin to look over Alec’s shoulder. “What do you say, Fluffa? After we deal with your mate, I’ll let my boys work that extra weight off you, and maybe I’ll give you another chance to get on your knees for me.”Leith moves faster than any male I’ve ever seen in human form.With an unholy howl, Alec swings his hammer in an arc, but before it’s even over his head, Leith has leapt past him and tackled Bram, knocking him onto his back on the hearth, out of the range of Alec’s reach. Alec can’t stop the swing; he can only redirect it toward the crowd. It whooshes through the air as males flail and fling themselves backward to avoid impact, knocking each other over like dominos.As soon as he can redirect the hammer, Alec spins, sprinting toward Bram, murder blazing in his eyes, but Leith is in the way, knocking the bigger male back and forth li
Vaguely, I register Alec coming to stand behind me, dragging his hammer in the dirt behind him.Not a single person makes a move to protect the females, and for some reason, that incenses my wolf even more. She has fully dominated these females, as she’s been waiting to do forever, but in her mind, it isn’t right that the males leave them to their fate.She howls at the cowed males, railing at them to protect their females, and for a second, they exchange panicked glances with each other. Then Alec’s wolf lets out a muffled howl, a very clear “don’t even think about it,” and as one, they shuffle back a step and bow lower.My wolf looks over her shoulder, glaring her disapproval, and Alec lifts a shoulder. “They won’t be much good to the females if my wolf comes out and tears them up.”My wolf narrows her eyes, and Alec’s lip quirks. She huffs and wanders away from the pack to nudge his hand and lick his fingers.“Beautiful mate,” he says under his breath.My wolf rumbles, accepting th
I walk closer, but I don’t get near enough to get hit by flying rock. I don’t want him to stop before he feels done.The pack stares, eyes round and jaws gaping, and even though Brenda and some of the higher ranking Camerons and Munroes dart glances at each other, no one is stupid enough to open their mouth. Leith watches with his arms folded, a foot resting on Bram’s chest, an amused quirk on his lips.By the time Alec’s done, there’s a fine coating of gray dust covering his dark hair, and his grimy sleeveless undershirt is plastered to his skin. There is a house worth of rubble where the big furnace has always been. Even when it fell into disrepair, its bones had still stood, but it’s gone now. It’s a pile of debris.Alec lets the hammer fall to his side, and the head falls to the ground with a thud. He strides over to me, dragging it along, his breath ragged. He stops when we’re nose to nose.“I am sorry,” he says, low enough so that only I can hear. “For what I said, and what I di
“Hey, I got this. You get your shoes on,” I tell Flora once it looks like she’s got the deck swabbed down, so to speak.“My hero. Riding in just after the nick of time.”I slap her ass to get her moving and grab a diaper. As soon as Maisie catches sight of me, her face breaks out in a gummy, ear-to-ear smile, her chins creasing as she squeals. I can’t resist. I scoop her up and blow a raspberry on her tubby little belly, and she grabs my hair and pulls.“All right, I surrender,” I say, gently loosening her fingers before she snatches me bald. For a second, I dangle her in the air at eye level, so I can watch her grin at me like I’m the finest thing she’s ever seen, an object of pure delight. For the thousandth time since Abertha put her in my arms, I promise silently that she’ll never look at me any other way.It’s my life’s work to earn those looks from her mama, and she’s much stingier with them than our Maisie. I think she’ll give me a smile today, though. My dick twitches, and I t
Both females are suitably impressed, and they want to open the drawers and push the buttons, but I keep them moving and show them the great room with the woodstove, the two bedrooms, and the master bath. I built an annex for Miss Nola with her own bed and bath and a door to the outside should she ever want it.There’s not much in the way of decorations or curtains or furniture, but it’ll come. Cadoc has taken to loaning me out on occasion to advise on projects at Quarry Pack and North Border, and he lets me keep the payment. He says it’s good for diplomacy, and all I can say to that is better him worrying about such things than me. As long as I’m not gone too long, I’ll take the cash.There is a woven rag rug in the middle of the great room, and that’s where I plop Maisie so she can explore. Like usual, she’s not inclined to venture forth until she’s had a nice long time to play with her feet and tell the cabin at large a long, involved story in baby babble.I sit and relax on the sof
WRENLEEI hide in the shadowed corner of the supply shed, my heart pounding as I wait for Clay. I shouldn’t be doing this. He’s not my mate.If Father knew, he’d send me to work with my sisters in the kitchens. Well, first he’d send me to the forest to pick a switch, but then it’d be off to the kitchens. No more hauling buckets of mortar for the males repairing the river wall. No more days spent in the shade of the scaffolding, sneaking glances at Clay as he works above me in silence, shirtless and sweating in the sun.I hear his deep voice in the clearing outside the shed, and I swallow hard. Inside my chest, my wolf pops to her feet, her ears perking. Clay is talking to other males, or rather, other males are talking to him, and he’s replying in sharp grunts. He’s not a talker. I can probably count the words he’s said since he noticed me.Sit down before you pass out.You help me now. No one else. When you’re not fetching a bucket, sit in the shade.Drink this water.Were you waitin
He leans down, but he doesn’t break eye contact for a second. I know that just like me, he wants to look his fill after being so careful all day not to get caught staring. I love his eyes when we’re alone. It’s like someone threw the sash up and flung the shutters open, and we can see all the way into each other, as far deep as we go.Oh. A thought rouses me from staring. I forgot about the cinnamon cake. My breath catches, and my lips curve higher as I remember. I’ve brought him a present.I dig into my smock pocket and take out a small square wrapped in parchment paper. It’s a little squished but not too bad. I hold it up. My heart sputters when his gaze drops to my hand, but as soon as he sees what I have, his eyes, creased at the corners now from the shy smile lighting his face, return to mine, and I’m floating again.He raises a brow as if to ask, “For me?”I hold the cinnamon cake higher.He takes it from my hand, his fingers grazing mine. Shivers zip from the nape of my neck do
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
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
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
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
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
“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
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
“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
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