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Olivia2 months later “Just a short visit, okay?” Declan tells my sister gently. She scowls at him, hating the way everyone around her is treating her with kid gloves since she woke up. But Declan misinterprets her displeasure, “Sorry, Bryn, But she needs to rest. The doctor says no stress and no sitting for prolonged periods.” “Fine.” Bryn huffs, accepting his explanation instead of giving him the piece of her mind I can tell is on the tip of her tongue. Among the many things that changed while Bryn was in a coma, my being in love with and mated to the Alpha and Beta have been particularly hard for her to accept. Prior to my Luna ceremony, she hadn’t even mentioned it to her so it took her by surprise. She grew up watching them torment me. It had to be a shock to wake up to not only find your long lost sister had come home, but was mated to her biggest bullies. To say she isn’t their biggest fan would be an understatement. “I still can’t believe you’re mated to those two morons
Declan “I’ll get her!” I jump up as soon as I hear the tiny baby fussing in the bassinet. “It’s my turn to change her diaper anyway.” “No!” Kaden whisper-shouts, all but shoving me out of the way. “You changed the last diaper. It’s my turn!” “Fine!” I can’t help but laugh at the pair we make, two grown men fighting over dirty diapers. Olivia gave birth to our beautiful daughter, Isla Eleanor Stone, late last night. She’s a little part of each of us with a shock of Kaden’s brown hair, my facial features, except for her cute button nose just like her mother’s, not to mention Olivia’s bright, jewel green eyes. She’s the most beautiful baby I’ve ever seen and I can’t seem to take my eyes off of her. Kaden and I have been on daddy duty since early this morning when Liv finally dropped off to sleep. I think we’ve been doing a pretty good job so far, other than the occasional disagreement on who gets to do what. But we missed this age with the twins so it’s been a bit of the blind lead
Kaden “It’s worse than we thought.” Declan murmurs unhelpfully beside me as the shouting intensifies inside the pack. The afternoon sun beats down on my shoulders as we stand back and survey the situation briefly. The Crimson Moon Pack is poised to tear itself apart if we don’t intervene soon, but I have no fucking clue how to calm the storm brewing here.According to Ryder, what started as heated words in the packhouse has erupted into open confrontation on the front lawn. These wolves, divided by years of fear and resentment, are circling like powder kegs waiting for a spark. And I’m supposed to stomp it out before it catches fire in only minutes? Yeah, I’m gonna need a fucking miracle. "Hold the line," I order my men, who have formed a human barrier between the factions. Declan stands on my right, his body coiled with tension, while Ryder coordinates our warriors at the perimeter. The last thing we need is outside forces taking advantage of this chaos. I have no doubt other Al
Olivia The steady beep of the heart monitor is both comfort and torture as I sit beside Kaden's hospital bed, one hand clutched in his while the other absently strokes Declan's arm where it wraps around my shoulders. The wolfsbane has left him pale and still, two words I never thought I'd use to describe my fierce Alpha. I felt his pain through the bond the moment he was injured, felt the agony wearing him thin as time went on. I tried to stay calm, knowing he was in a dangerous situation and a distraction could only make things worse. But when I felt his end of the bond go dark, I couldn’t stop myself from calling and demanding Declan bring him home."His fever's holding steady," Dr. Morris says, checking the IV drip. "The next few hours will be critical, but he's strong. The fact that he's fighting this hard is a good sign."I nod, not trusting my voice. Through our mate bond, I can feel Kaden's life force, usually a blazing inferno, flickering like a candle in the wind. Declan's
OliviaMy focus is shredded as I listen to the voice on the phone, all the while not tearing my eyes from Kaden’s face. Doctor’s flood the room, working on my mate, I’m sure. But I couldn’t tell you what they’ve done.“I’ve never seen anything like it.” Dr. Morris mutters to himself. I should ask him what he means by that but I can’t. Not even when I hear him add, “ . . . clearly crafted by someone who knew exactly how to hurt an Alpha.”But the words do manage to send a chill down my spine. Someone who knew exactly how to hurt an Alpha. Someone who had planned this, who had turned our intervention at Crimson Moon into a trap. Someone I’m pretty sure is on the other end of the phone right now. I remember Eden during the negotiations, how perfectly she'd played her part, how skillfully she'd positioned herself as a bridge between factions. Every word, every gesture had been calculated to earn our trust.And I had fallen for it. I, a Luna who is supposed to be capable of protecting her
Declan The loss of my mate bond feels like someone has carved out half my soul. I can still sense Olivia physically, her scent, her heartbeat, but the deeper connection, that spiritual tether that's kept me anchored for the last several months is gone.But while Eden thinks she's left us helpless, she's forgotten one critical detail: my sister. She doesn’t use her power often but a witch is no match for the ancient magic she still carries. And of course, she’s already on her way when I call. I watch Kat sweep into the hospital room like an avenging angel, her Fae power crackling around her like static electricity. Behind her, my brothers-in-law, Ryan and Reegan, move to flank Kaden's bed, their mate bonds with my sister still blazing strong through the witch's interference."Status?" Kat demands, her Fae energy helping to stabilize the chaos of broken bonds around us even as her eyes assess Kaden's condition."Three locations," I report, keeping my voice steady despite the chaos erup
Kaden The poison burns through my veins like liquid fire, but it's nothing compared to the rage building in my chest. The words "thank your mate for making his work so easy" echo in my mind, and suddenly everything clicks into place."Son of a bitch," I growl, pushing myself up despite the protest of every muscle in my body. "The territory mapping."Olivia and Declan move to support me, their touch familiar even without a mate bond. Through the haze of pain, I see understanding dawn in my fathers’ eyes."The boundary survey you did a few months ago," Ryan says. "Documenting all the territory markers...""A project Xavier suggested through the Council." The words taste bitter in my mouth. "Said we needed updated records of pack boundaries. For dispute prevention. And the Council agreed with him." I laugh harshly. "Instead, I handed him a blueprint for stealing my territory."Every boundary marker my pack has maintained for generations, every magical signature that defines our lands and
KadenThe sight of Eden wearing my great-grandfather's Alpha cloak sends a surge of power through my veins that momentarily overwhelms even the poison. Beside me, I feel Olivia and Declan tense, their wolves rising despite our severed bonds. "I have to admit," Eden says without turning around, her hands still glowing with witch-light over our boundary stone, "I expected you sooner. The poison must be worse than we anticipated.""Take off my great-grandfather's cloak," I growl, each word an effort through the burning in my chest. "You haven't fucking earned the right to wear it."Now she does turn, and her smile makes my wolf snarl. "Haven't I? I've done what Xavier never could, found a way to break an Alpha's claim to their territory. And you, Kaden Stone, handed me the key." She gestures to the maps spread around the stone. My maps. "Such detailed work. Such precision. It made everything so much easier."The witches continue their chanting, their dark energy seeping into the stone li
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
OliviaSunlight streams through our bedroom windows as I drift awake between my mates. Every inch of my body tingles with pleasant soreness, marked and claimed exactly as it always should have been. Kaden's chest rises and falls steadily against my back while Declan's arms wrap around me from the front, both of them holding me close even in sleep.Last night was . . . transformative. The "do-over" of that pivotal moment didn't just create new memories, it healed something deep inside me I hadn't even realized was still wounded. Every word they spoke, every touch they bestowed, every mark they left replaced old pain with new joy.Memories of last night flood through me, making me shiver between them. The way Kaden's voice broke when he finally said the words he should have said years ago: "My wolf has been reaching for you since that first moment." How Declan's hands trembled as he traced reverent patterns on my skin, whispering "Our missing piece, always our missing piece."Kaden stirs
Declan I never considered myself much of a voyeur, never saw the appeal of watching others have all the fun. But with Liv, I could watch her in the throes of pleasure, her gorgeous body writhing in ecstasy all damn day. The only thing better is bringing her that pleasure myself. And now, it’s my turn. "My beautiful Luna," I breathe, crawling over her body where she reclines against Kaden’s chest. "I was lost without you, even when I didn't know what I was missing. Every instinct told me to protect you, to keep you close, but I fought it because I thought I had to." Kaden lifts her thighs, placing them on either side of his, opening her wide for me. Her pussy lips are swollen, her clit peeking out from under its hood. And a mixture of her slick and Kaden’s cum drips from her cunt. The sight is fucking erotic. "The day you left Glass Lake, something in me broke.” I whisper against her lips, kissing them softly and swallowing her moans when I scoop their cum onto my fingers and push
Kaden Olivia writhes beneath me as I eat her out like a man possessed. I lap at her folds, not wanting to miss a single drop of the delicious juices she’s making just for me. I won’t stop until she’s squirting all over my face. But not yet. I feel her struggling to focus as my tongue moves between her legs. She thinks I’m teasing her, taking my time, and it’s making her desperate. That’s how I always want her, desperate for me. But it’s not my intention to torture her, not tonight anyway. "I should have accepted you the moment you told us," I breathe against her skin, my warm breath over her sensitive nub making her cry out. "The way my wolf reached for you, the emptiness I felt when you left . . .” I trail off so I can circle her entrance with the tip of my tongue, missing the delicious taste of her. “I was so caught up in what I thought I needed that I missed what was right in front of me."I suck her hard little clit into my mouth and flick it with my tongue. She trembles benea
Kaden Listening to Olivia confront Kyle twists something in my chest. Her words about those lonely years, about crying herself to sleep knowing we were so close yet couldn't see her, they haunt me. Even though she's forgiven us, even though our mate bonds now pulse strong and true, the guilt gnaws at me."You're brooding," Declan observes as we wait for her outside the prison."I'm thinking," I correct him, an idea forming. "About that horrible fucking night. The first time she tried to tell us about the bond."Understanding dawns in his eyes. I don’t need a mate bond to feel his own regret surge, to see it in his eyes. "The ballroom, the night before we left for training.""We should have recognized her then. Should have felt what she was trying to tell us." The memory of her face that night, hopeful and terrified, makes my wolf whine. "What if we could do it over?"Declan raises an eyebrow. "You want to recreate that night?""But do it right this time. Give her the response she dese
Olivia “Where are you off to, rosebud?” Declan steps out of the office doorway just as I’m walking by. I was hoping to sneak out without having this conversation but apparently fate isn’t on my side today. I sigh, knowing I can’t lie to him and knowing he won’t like my answer. “I’m going down to the cells to see Kyle.” I answer honestly. “What did you say? Because I’m sure I must have heard you wrong.” Kaden’s gaze meets mine as Declan ushers me inside the office, anxiety radiating off of both men. "I need to see him," I say quietly, watching Kaden and Declan's expressions darken. "I need answers.""Like hell you do," Declan growls, pacing the room. "Kyle worked with Xavier, Olivia. He was part of everything that's happened. You know this. Why would you want to see him after everything he’s done?"Kaden's silence is almost worse than Declan's anger. Through our mate bond, I feel his rage warring with the need to protect me from more pain."He saved my life," I remind them softl