KaneDespite Emory’s urging that we get married as soon as possible, I want to do this right. I only plan on getting married once and I’m not going to have a rushed wedding. I’ve been asking her to marry me for months and I want us to have the wedding of her dreams. Besides, planning a wedding is le
“We don’t marry shifters either but here I am.”Lex snorts. “Enough about me. This is your big day.” He picks up the blazer off the chair and helps me into it and declares, “Let’s get you hitched.”We leave my suite and make our way to the ballroom where dozens of guests are waiting. Most of the va
We would rather be safe than sorry when it comes to Michael’s safety.Kane leads me around the dancefloor smoothly for our first dance. I had to endure months of dance lessons for this. Kane has decades of experience and he puts it to show as we glide around the room. Dancing with him is like a drea
EmoryI make my way down the stairs, trying not to trip on the hem of the green gown I’m wearing. It’s sleeveless with flowers embroidered on the bodice. I feel quite pretty, and I’m a little bit disappointed my husband won’t be able to see me. I’ve taken extra care with my appearance, curling my ha
I look at the expensive watch on my wrist. It was a present from Kane for our third year wedding anniversary. “You have less than twenty minutes to get dressed or our mother will disown you.”“Moon Goddess be damned,” he yelps out, quickly swimming back to shore. He grabs his clothes and shoes but
That makes sense. Not everyone was thrilled when my sister married him. The animosity between our species has lessened over the last few years, but it’ll take time before we could be considered friendly. The Alphas have been tolerating Kane’s presence in Moon Grove, but they’ve made it clear that it
EmoryI’ve seen the mating process before, and it’s always fascinating to watch. The way they stare into each other’s eyes and that awareness they have of the other person in the room. It can be felt even before a shifter comes of age and meets their wolf. Years ago, when I met Kane for the first ti
I pause from loading Emory’s luggage into the town car so I can glare at her. “You don’t get to judge me. You got pregnant before you even knew Kane was your mate.”Emory flicks me in the ear making me yelp in pain. “Don’t you dare talk to me like that, Coit Moonraker. I’m still your Alpha.”I clutc
FayeAlma and Lowe’s house is a little rough around the edges, but I wouldn’t expect anything less from a building nestled in the depths of a five-hundred year old village. It’s decorated tastefully, however, and I find myself grinning with delight as she shuts the front door behind us, my gaze swee
Michael still feels like Cole took advantage of Emelda in some way, shape, or form. I don’t necessarily disagree. But, that was four years ago, and neither of them are willing to share their feelings or thoughts on the current climate of their relationship with us. And, unfortunately, we have to ac
FayeEmelda walks in step beside me, draped in her usual black cloak, her dark eyes narrowed on the brilliant sunset as the last rays of light dip below the horizon. It’s been two weeks since the fire tore through the manor, two weeks of quiet peace that feels almost misplaced. I’m not sure how to
Michael“The second born son of this union will be handed over at birth to King Mattias and his court to be raised in Red River as the rightful heir to the throne,” Dad reads aloud as he paces in front of the windows in his office that overlook the bleak, snow drenched landscape beyond, “to ensure t
MichaelThe emissary to Red River–the real one–isn’t anyone I recognize. He’s tall and pale blond, his red eyes gleaming in the brightly lit ballroom where he and his posse of royal Red River guards have gathered. He scans the group before him–myself, my father, and my uncle, and smiles faintly, hi
I listen intently, watching a myriad of emotion play over her face as she knits her fingers together. “We spent an entire summer sneaking around,” she says softly, closing her eyes. “He’d find me in the garden, in the library, sometimes going as far as to sneak into my room at night. We couldn’t st
FayeStill in the library, I listen intently as Emelda discloses far more than I expected her to.There was a point in Emelda’s life as a vampire that she’d accepted she’d always be alone. Her bed would always be cold, her skin unblemished by a loving touch. She’d never know love again, and for deca
Faye“It really is gorgeous,” Emelda says the next morning while walking with me to the library. She runs her thumb over the massive sapphire ring and smiles faintly, raising her brows. “I think it’s a family heirloom, too. You should expect a load of fine jewelry to follow.”“You know I don’t care
FayeKing Kane is a slightly terrifying man. His presence is all consuming–like he sucks the light out of the room. He doesn’t look his age, like all vampires. The only indication that he’s a senior vampire compared to his son is the faint gray glow around his temples where his dark hair is starting