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I lower myself into a recliner. It creaks, but it’s comfortable. I resist popping the footrest. The way Kennedy’s glaring at me, I’m pretty sure I’ve made myself at home in her chair.In fact, all the females are giving me the stink eye.“There something you want to say to me?”Three sets of eyes go bigger and wider.“Now’s the time. Later might be too late.” I go ahead and pull the lever on the footrest. Now I’m fully reclined. There’s no way I can look less intimidating.Mari draws in a deep breath. Her eyes are shining. If she cries, I’m waiting out on the porch.“Don’t hurt Una,” she says.“I-it w-wasn’t h-her f-f-fault.” Annie fights to get the words out. Her long face is a pasty green. “S-she did it for u-us.”“What do you mean?” I ask Kennedy. She’s the least traumatized by my presence. She keeps her mouth shut, though, her expression mulish as hell.It’s little Mari who answers. “She did it so that we would have nice things. Something to look forward to, you know? And we helpe
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I stand. Her eyes drop to where my cock has popped my zipper. I can hear the glug as she swallows. The flesh under my bite hollows and smooths. I want to lick her. It’s so natural, I have to consciously draw my tongue behind my teeth.“Arms up,” I tell her, stepping close.She shivers, and her sweet scent thickens. She raises her arms begrudgingly. I slip my hoodie back over her shoulders, and I zip her up, but not all the way. I leave my bite mark showing.“Your girls have been sticking up for you,” I say quietly. The others are already making themselves busy elsewhere. I guess now that they know I mean their leader no harm, they’ve decided to give us a little privacy.“I told you. It was all me. Don’t listen to them. They had nothing to do with it.”“Do you play, too?” I hold up a controller.She glares at me. “All of it was my idea.”“Now, that I believe.”“What are you going to do to us?” There’s a tremor in her voice, and it’s like nails on a chalkboard.“You said it. I’m not goi
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He seems really worried about me falling over. I know I took a header at dinner the other night, but I was tripped. My balance is great. It’s my leg that gives out on me sometimes.It just doesn’t compute. Killian Kelly is hard. He starts training the males at six years old, and they do it seven days a week. The number of times the girls and I have been woken up in the middle of the night by the chanting of males sentenced to run the patrol routes because they didn’t work hard enough or lost to an unworthy opponent—or, on one memorable occasion because a male farted in the weight room and no one would confess.One, two, three, four. Crack a window or a door. Five, six, seven, eight. Take a dump then lift the weights.I had it stuck in my head for weeks afterwards. Kennedy still hums it under her breath when she’s painting.And Killian’s not only hard on the males. Pretty much every female under fifty has had a thing for him, and he doesn’t care. He’ll duck off into the woods with them
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“What is it?” Killian asks as he leads me to the seat. My knees wobble.I sink down, breathing deeper as the clean breeze sweeps the nastiness away. I lean on the window sill, stretching my head as far out as I can get it, like a dog in a car window.“Too many unmated males, too far along in her heat. Their scent’s gonna make her sick.” Dermot slaps Killian’s back. “It’ll get better the more heats she has, the more you fuck her, get your scent in her. The first heats are the worst. It comes and goes. Drags on.” He smirks. “Enjoy it, my friend.”Killian frowns. He’s still close, hovering. He touches my forehead like a dam checking her pup for fever.“Open the other windows,” he says.Folks scurry to follow his orders.Dermot doesn’t know what he’s talking about. I’m not in heat. I remember heat; it’s seared into my muscle memory. It’s unadulterated misery. Mind controlling. Madness making. This is not that. This is a queasy stomach.Thankfully, my insides are settling now, and I’m star
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All the males grow quiet and look to Killian.He’s wearing his usual expression, lips a severe line, dusty blue eyes unreadable. He’s very still. He’s gazing in my direction, but I don’t get the sense that he’s looking at me. He’s lost in his head.I’ve never seen him like this. Killian Kelly makes snap decisions, curt and unapologetic. He doesn’t tolerate argument. He certainly doesn’t sit and patiently listen to them.Finally, he lets out a long sigh, and says, “Mutual assured destruction.”Ivo instantly relaxes.Eamon scowls. “What does that mean?”“Didn’t you pay attention in history class?” Killian raises an eyebrow.Eamon sniffs. In his day, males only went to school until they could read and do long division. He never shuts up about the cost of gas to bus the pups to Moon Lake past elementary school. Says it’s a waste.“If Cadoc Collins goes back and trains all his packmates to fight like Quarry Pack—and that’s a big if, he’d have to pry them out of their human office buildings
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He’s going to demand I hand over my phone.My fists ball in my pockets.I’m going to have to give it to him, and it’s going to feel awful. Worse than being beat in front of the whole pack. At least then I had a shot.But he’s strong. I’m not. I’m female. And he’s the alpha. And this is his pack. His rules. I’m outnumbered. Outranked.I lower my head.He gently pushes my chin back up with his forefinger. His lips soften, curving at the corners.“Guess females can have phones now,” he says, never breaking eye contact with me.My wolf yips.Eamon, Alfie, and Finn erupt.“Unheard of.”“Bad idea.”“What the fuck?”Killian’s smile widens, revealing wickedly sharp, extended canines. His tongue touches the tip of one as he pivots to stare at the males.They shut their mouths.And then he grabs my sleeve and gently, but insistently, draws the hand holding my phone out of my pocket. He wraps his fingers around the sparkly purple case. And then he waits.He wants me to let him take it.To trust
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If I told Killian, though, it’d become a challenge. He has too much pride for it not to be. Killian would win against either Eamon or Finn, of course, and I’d have an even bigger target on my back with the Byrnes and their backers.And Killian is all about me today, but when was the last time he declared I wasn’t his mate? Last night?The reality is—when whatever weirdness is happening now is over—I’m going to have to live in this pack. Better keep my head down and my mouth shut. It’s served me fairly well in life so far.Killian flashes me another glance. The corners of his eyes are creased. I give him a smile. He looks even more worried.“That’s enough,” he says, cutting off Ivo mid-sentence. “My mate needs to rest before dinner.”And at exactly that second, when everyone’s staring, I spontaneously yawn.The males laugh.Eamon’s laugh in particular is loud with a cutting edge.11UNAThe further we get from Tye’s cabin, the more my tension eases. Killian lifts me down the stairs ag
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Cheryl’s scent has faded, replaced by lemon and pine.And then a box truck comes down the path and pulls around to the back of the house.When they cut the engine, Killian hollers, “Don’t touch a damn thing. I’ll get it.”I watch through the window as Killian hauls everything out, all by himself, and carries in a new leather sofa—black this time—and a new mattress covered in plastic.At some point, whoever’s making the delivery must step too close to the cabin because Killian’s wolf snarls, and a male stammers, “Sorry, Alpha.”It’s well past dinner time now. I’m starving, but I want sleep more than food. This day has been eternal. If he lets me, I’ll pass out on the new sofa.Killian disappears into the bedroom, and then, after what feels like forever, he comes out to the porch. I’m back in the rocking chair, dozing. He clears his throat, and I blink open my eyes.He stands in the doorway, arms crossed. His chest is still bare. It’s perfect. Sculpted and strong. I want to lay my cheek
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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
