Hello lovely readers.
I just wanted to jump in to let you know I won't be able to post an update tonight due to unforseen circumstance. However, I will try to give double updates over the weekend to make up for it. The next few chaters need a little extra attention so this will give me a bit more time to make sure I'm happy with them.
I also wanted to let you know that Brynlee's story will directly follow this one. You may not get all the answers you'd like regarding her situation in this book but that's because she deserves her own time to shine.
As always, thank you so much for taking this journey with me and for all your support! Words cannot express how much I appreciate you!
Much Love,
Cara
Olivia Even Declan skirting hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck isn’t enough to draw my attention away from the man screaming my name downstairs. I try to tug out of his arms but he pulls me back, mumbling against my skin between licking and nipping my flesh. “Kaden will handle it. Stay here with me.” He rolls, pinning me with his full weight. Under different circumstances, I might love the feeling of being trapped beneath him, luxuriating in the freedom and safety of his domination. But the moment Kaden left the bed, the shouting finally breaking through my libidinous daze, it was like stepping into an ice cold shower. My eyes are wide open now and I know I have to face reality. “Declan, I know it’s Kyle down there. I recognize his voice.” I push against his chest, forcing him to look at me. “I owe him a conversation. A heat is one thing, but this, what we’re doing right now . . . oh Goddess! What kind of person am I?” “Our mate!” Declan growls, a deep rumble in his chest tha
Kyle I thought she was different. I should have known better! They say the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree but I didn’t want to believe it. The minute I laid eyes on Olivia cross, everything else fell away. It felt like the last twenty years of my life were meaningless compared to that one moment. Somehow I knew she would change me, irrevocably. I fought it at first. Two decades is a long time to plot and plan, to want something so fiercely that it consumes your dreams. I clung to that feeling like a lifeline until one day it ceased to matter anymore. There was only her. “Kyle, what do you mean it’s happening again?” Shit! I didn't mean to say that out loud. “Nothing. Why is your scent all over them and theirs on you?” I deflect, deftly changing the subject. “Kyle, please, can we sit and talk? You've been gone a while and I have so much to tell you.” She sighs, a chagrined look on her face. “Maybe if you answered your phone, you could have told me sooner.” I snap, unvei
OliviaIt’s almost time. Kaden and Declan will announce our pups as their heirs mere minutes from now. I’ve known this day was coming for weeks, but now that it’s here, I don’t know how to feel about it. No, that’s a lie. I know exactly how to feel about it. Terrified. Nerves roll around inside me like tiny ball bearings, scattering in every direction until no part of me is unaffected. Declan stands behind me, my ever watchful guardian, while I put the finishing touches on my make-up. Sensing my unease, his purr revs to life and his wolf pumps calming pheromones into the room. “You have nothing to worry about, rosebud. Everyone is going to love you.” Declan assures me, misinterpreting my concern. His hands skate up and down my arms, goose flesh erupting in their wake. And his purr is like an idling engine, vibrating against my back until my body feels all melty and relaxed. But my mind is still a snarling swarm of anxiety and fear, edging closer to panic with every passing second.
Kaden “Quiet!” My Alpha command blankets the crowd and they immediately fall silent. Declan has already left to follow Olivia, but our parents surround me. Disbelief, disappointment, anger pours from them in torrents. But I can’t concern myself with any of that right now. Somehow, I have to control the damage Ana has done with the pack so I can get to my mate. She’s all that matters. “My deepest apologies for the confusion. I’m not sure what Ms. Ariti’s goal was here today, but her statement was misleading. She is not carrying my pup. But I can assure you we will deal with the situation swiftly.” I snarl in her direction. “Please return to your homes. We’ll notify you when this issue is resolved and reconvene under less volatile circumstances.” The crowd begins to disperse when Ana’s father storms onto the stage. “Are you really going to publicly disgrace my daughter? Is that the kind of Alpha you are, a man who makes promises to young, impressionable she-wolves, defiles them, the
Declan “Where is she?” Kaden growls and the room falls silent. At first, I don't understand what he’s asking me. But one quick look around makes it perfectly clear. Olivia had been standing right beside me. She must have left but I was too consumed by the rage burning in my veins to notice her slip out. “I-, I didn’t see her leave.” My voice cracks, rage replaced with fear. She knows it’s not safe for her to go off alone right now, not even in our home. It’s bad enough she ran off after Ana’s little stunt earlier but I had my eyes on her the whole time. Panic roils in my gut when I realize I’m not even sure how long she’s been gone. “Where do you think you’re going, Beta? We’re not done here!” Alpha Xavier barks and I round on him. “I think we made it perfectly clear we’re done with you! Do us all a favor and take your grasping, slut of a daughter with you!” I snarl on my way out, slamming the door behind me. “Kaden! Where are you going?” I hear Ana whine when he opens the do
Olivia I burst through the front door of the packhouse without slowing down, gulping down lungfuls of fresh air. I was starting to feel claustrophobic in that office, the walls closing in around me as I listened to the hateful things that Alpha said about me and my pups. But when Ryan announced that Ana woman could stay here in Glass Lake, where I’d have to see her every day, watch her grow my mate’s pup in her belly and make a play for his affections, I had to get out. I can’t believe I was actually starting to let myself fall for them but all those men ever do is hurt me. I should have known better. What the hell was I thinking? I’m pacing the driveway, deciding what to do next, when a shadow falls over me and I startle. “Kyle, what are you doing here?”“Come with me!” He demands wrapping an arm around my waist and practically dragging me along. “Ky-” My scream is cut off by a hand over my mouth. He lifts me from the ground and carries me behind an armored SUV parked in the p
Olivia The door to the little cabin groans on it’s hinges as I fling it open, only to come face to face with Snaggletooth himself. His maniacal grin sends shivers down my spine as I back away, only to find myself trapped by Kyle’s broad chest at my back. “Where were you going, pretty?” The man taunts, the licentious look in his eye telling me all I need to know about his intentions. Now that I’m facing him directly instead of side-eyeing him from the backseat, I can see his appearance matches his putrid scent. His bedraggled beard and general unkempt appearance only proves what I already suspected. He’s a rogue. “Since when are you friends with rogues, Kyle?” I don’t bother hiding the repugnance in my tone. Kyle slides his arms around my waist, pulling me tight against him. Nausea churns my stomach at the contact but I don’t fight it, accepting the protection it affords. At the moment, Kyle is definitely the lesser of the two evils I’m facing. “I thought I told you I’d call if
Kaden I stare blankly out the kitchen window of Declan’s parents’ house. The sun creeps over the horizon, painting the sky in a beautiful array of soft pinks and lavender, blending seamlessly into fiery oranges and reds. The colors shift with each passing moment, becoming even more brilliant. But all I see is the bright emerald, deep forest and pale honeydew of Olivia’s gorgeous green eyes and the strawberry, copper and fire red strands of her hair. Pain slices through my chest like a knife and I feel myself bleeding out on the expensive tile floor. I can’t fucking breathe without her. The pitter patter of little feet has me brushing my tears away. I have to be strong for the pups. They’ll already feel their mother’s absence. They don’t need to bear my pain too. “Daddy, where mommy?” Deacon crawls into my lap and snuggles into my chest. “She always gims us kisses in da morning.”. I look into his wide hazel eyes, so much like Declan’s, and so innocent I physically ache inside. I pu
Brynlee "Let's talk about trust."Dr. Mitchell's voice is gentle, but the words still make my shoulders tense. We've been dancing around this topic for weeks, but after what happened with Rhett at the coffee shop, I can't avoid it anymore."What about it?" I try to sound casual, but my heart rate betrays me."Your sister mentioned there was an incident yesterday. A strong reaction to someone you've known for years."Of course Olivia told her. Everyone's so worried about poor, broken Brynlee that they probably have a group chat dedicated to discussing my mental state."It wasn't an incident," I say. "My wolf just . . . reacted strangely.""And how did that make you feel?"I want to snap at her, to say I'm tired of being asked how I feel about every little thing. Instead, I find myself answering honestly. "Scared. Confused. My wolf recognized something in him, something that felt . . . safe. But I can't trust that feeling.""Because of Xavier?"The name makes my skin crawl. "Because I
Rhett I barely make it into my truck before Kian rages to the surface, clawing at my control. My wolf wants to turn around, to go back and claim what's ours. The memory of her scent – honey and lavender tinged with fear – makes us both want to howl.“Protect. Claim. Ours.” He demands."Not now," I growl, gripping the steering wheel until my knuckles turn white. We've had this argument too many times since that day at the hospital.The memory hits me like a physical blow . . . Two months earlierThe antiseptic hospital smell burns my nose as I follow Kaden down the sterile hallway. "Her scent might help us track whoever did this," he's saying. "But be prepared. She's . . . it's bad, Rhett."I've seen bad before. Done bad things to bad people. But nothing prepares me for the sight of Brynlee – sweet, innocent Brynlee who I've known since she was a pup – lying broken in that hospital bed. Tubes everywhere. Monitors beeping. Bruises marking every visible inch of skin.Then I catch her s
Brynlee I'm not supposed to be here. That's all I can think as I stand frozen in the small coffee shop just outside pack territory. I'm supposed to be safe at home, hiding in my room like the broken thing I am. But Dr. Mitchell's voice echoes in my head – "small steps toward normalcy" – and somehow that translated into convincing Olivia to bring me here."Just a quick stop," she'd promised. "Ten minutes tops."But Olivia got pulled into an urgent phone call outside, and now here I am, alone in a coffee shop that isn't the one where Xavier found me, but might as well be. Every chime of the door sends my heart racing. Every male scent makes my skin crawl. Every—The bell chimes again and a scent hits me – wild and masculine and startlingly familiar, but somehow . . . different. Rhett. I recognize him immediately – my family's friend, my friend, kind of, once upon a time. I've known him for years, seen him at countless family gatherings. He's always been kind but distant, treating me wi
Rhett Another dead end. Another false lead. Another day of Xander's trail growing colder while my control grows weaker.I stare at the abandoned cabin that was supposed to be his latest hiding place, fighting the urge to tear the whole structure apart in frustration. The scent is old – at least two weeks – and deliberately misleading. The bastard knows how to cover his tracks, I'll give him that.My phone buzzes. Another text from Kaden with another possible sighting to check out. This one's closer to Glass Lake territory. Too close. My wolf snarls at the thought, torn between the hunt for Xander and the pull toward her.Focus. I can't think about her right now. Can't think about how her scent lingered in the air yesterday, tinged with fear and something else – something that made my wolf pace and whine. Can't think about how close I was to jumping the fence and . . .And what? Revealing myself? Trying to comfort a traumatized woman who doesn't even know she has a mate? Who's fightin
Brynlee Therapy is bullshit.That's what I keep telling myself as I sit in this too-soft chair, surrounded by crystals and dreamcatchers and all the other crap that's supposed to make this place feel "safe and nurturing." What a joke. Like any space can feel safe anymore.But I'm here, aren't I? Sitting across from Dr. Sharon Mitchell, pack therapist extraordinaire, because my family won't stop looking at me with those worried eyes. Won't stop suggesting "it might help to talk to someone." As if talking about it will somehow make it all better. As if words can erase what happened to me."How are you feeling today, Brynlee?" Dr. Mitchell's voice is exactly what you'd expect from a therapist – gentle, measured, trying so hard to be non-threatening that it becomes threatening in its own way."Fine." The word comes out automatically. It's my default response these days, even though we both know it's a lie.I thought I was fine. After I woke up, it was like all my trauma was tucked away i
Rhett The familiar scent of pine and earthy dampness greets me as I cross into Forest Trails territory. Home. Though that word feels hollow now, more obligation than comfort. Like everything else in my life lately, it’s complicated by duty and expectations I never asked for.Tracy will be waiting at the clubhouse, neutral territory for what promises to be anything but a neutral conversation. We agreed to meet here rather than the dungeon where we usually play. This isn't about scene negotiation or pleasure; this is about ending something that should have been simple but never really was.She’s already there when I arrive, perched on the edge of a leather armchair like she’s ready to spring into action. The sight of her makes my chest tight with guilt. Tracy is beautiful, willing, and uncomplicated – everything I should want. Everything I might have settled for if fate hadn't fucked with my plans."Master." The word slips from her lips automatically before she catches herself. "Rhett."
Rhett “Fuck!” I shove the papers off my makeshift desk in a fit of rage. I fight the urge to toss the un-fucking-helpful computer too, knowing how satisfying it would be to watch it shatter against the wall. But it’s a loaner so I restrain myself. “Problems?” Kaden’s gigantic frame fills the doorway, casually leaning in with an amused smirk on his face. “All I’ve got is fucking problems.” I kick the leg of the desk for emphasis, and because I need an outlet for this fury threatening to consume me. “How can someone attempting such a massive coup hide so effectively? His fingerprints are everywhere, evidence of his plans basically begging to be found now that we know what we’re looking for, but Xander himself is a fucking ghost!” “We’ll find him.” He says so confidently I want to punch out a few of his pearly white teeth. “But none of this is on you. You know that, right?” I open my mouth to argue, to assure him it absolutely fucking is on me, but he’s running his damn mouth aga
Brynlee Who am I? It’s the last thing I ask myself before I fall asleep and the first thing that comes to mind the minute I wake up. Who am I now that the person I used to be no longer exists. Sweet, innocent Brynlee is gone. She died the moment Xavier cornered her in that coffee shop all those weeks ago, even if she didn’t know it yet. But when he, and then his son Xander, put their hands on me, brutalized me in unspeakable ways, there was no coming back from that. No, sweet, innocent Brynlee, the girl everyone loved, who never put a toe out of line, she burned to ash in those moments. But what’s awoken in her place is something I can’t begin to wrap my head around. Contemplating a question I can’t stop asking myself but that has no easy answer is hard. Going to sleep and never waking up would be easier. But I don't. I won’t. For them. Everything I do is for them, the people that love me. My family who would never recover from my loss. A sentence I can’t impose upon them, even if
Olivia "That's the last box," I announce, setting down a container marked 'Isla's stuffed animals' in what will become the nursery of our new packhouse. The sprawling structure sits perfectly between Glass Lake and Crimson Moon territories, a physical representation of the bridges we've built between our packs.Through the window, I watch Ryan and Reegan directing the placement of outdoor furniture while Kat and Declan’s mom, Isabella, supervise the unpacking of the kitchen. Having Kaden's and Declan’s parents move in with us feels right – the pups adore their grandparents, and after everything we've faced, keeping family close has become even more important.My own parents chose to stay in their home, a decision I understand completely. Brynlee needs the familiar comfort of those walls right now, needs the safety of the place she's known her whole life while she heals. The haunted look in my sister's eyes is slowly fading, but her recovery will take time. Time, and probably vengeance