Thank you for reading! Xavier and Xander's designs ran deeper than we imagined. This final hurdle stands between Olivia, Kaden, Declan and their happily ever after, a hurdle it will take the family ties that Hester tried to sever to overcome. If they can overcome it at all. It's a bit of a wild ride here at the end but thank you for sticking with me!
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
Olivia Pain radiates through every nerve as I wake in our pack hospital, but it's nothing compared to the joy of feeling our mate bonds humming strong and steady once again. Kaden lies in the bed next to mine, still unconscious but stable, the poison finally purged from his system. Declan sits between us, holding both my hands, his relief palpable through our restored connection."That was either the bravest or stupidest thing I've ever seen," he says, his voice rough with lingering fear. "How did you know it would work? How did you even see the spell web?"I close my eyes, remembering Hester. She may have been the witch who'd once cursed my mother, who'd unknowingly condemned me to years of physical and emotional pain, but she tried to make amends in the end. When Xavier held me captive in his territory, she'd helped me escape. But she'd done more than that."Hester gave me something before she died," I say quietly. "A gift, she called it. Penance for the chaos curse she cast on our
Oliva Two days after the boundary stone battle, I find myself at my parents' house, drawn by the need to see my sister. The mate bond restoration left me drained, but some things can't wait. Not when Brynlee has only recently emerged from her coma, not when the bastard who hurt her is still out there."She's having a good day," my mother says softly as she leads me upstairs. "She actually took a shower on her own this morning without me pushing her to do it."The pride and pain in her voice makes my chest ache. Such a small victory, and yet we celebrate it like a miracle. Because it is, every tiny step forward is a miracle after how close we came to losing her.Since the night she killed Xavier, she’s spiraled deeper into depression by the day. Despite the child growing in her belly, it’s almost like she has nothing left to live for with Xavier gone. Maybe if we had some idea where Xander was, the idea that there is still revenge to be had might breathe some life into her. But that t
Kaden “I’m so sick and fucking tired of this shit!” I throw myself down in my office chair while Declan watches my tantrum with amusement. “Weeks, Dec! It’s been weeks we’ve done nothing but try to track Xander and we’re no closer to finding him. I miss Liv and the pups.” “Same.” Declan admits. “But what choice do we have? With what Brynlee shared, it’s more important than ever to find him.” "We've been neglecting her," I say, watching Declan pace our office like the caged wolf he is. "All this focus on tracking Xander, securing the territory, it’s our responsibility. But so is taking care of our Luna, our family.""She understands." Declan stops at the window, his shoulders tight. "But you're right. When was the last time we had a moment just for us? No pack business, no threats, no interruptions?"Through our restored mate bonds, I feel Olivia's exhaustion. She's been splitting her time between pack duties, the children, and visiting Brynlee. Always putting everyone else first. I
Olivia"I want to forgive them, my parents" I say quietly, curled between Kaden and Declan on our oversized couch after putting the kids to bed. "I need to."Kaden's fingers thread through my hair while Declan's thumb traces circles on my palm. Through our bonds, I feel their immediate support, though tinged with protective concern."Are you sure?" Declan asks, his voice gentle. "I know things have gotten better between you. But after how they dismissed your pain, can you really forgive them completely?""That's why I need to do this." I lean into Kaden's touch, drawing strength from his steady presence. "Watching Brynlee fight her way back, seeing how fragile life can be . . . I don't want to carry this weight anymore. And with Hester's chaos spell possibly influencing them . . .""It doesn't excuse everything," Kaden points out quietly. "Spell or no spell, they should have believed their daughter.""No, it doesn't excuse it. But maybe it explains some of it." I sit up, looking at bot
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
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
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
Hello Lovely Readers!That's a wrap for Olivia, Kaden, Declan, Brynlee and Rhett! Thank you so much for taking this wild ride with me! I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it for you! As for what's next, get ready to join Finley as she struggles to prove a female is just as capable of being Alpha as any man, not only to her pack, but to all the men in her life, some of whom want nothing more than her success, while other's can't wait to watch her fall. "Not Their Luna: A Female Alpha Story" will begin serializing in a couple weeks, shortly after the new year. If you're looking for something to read in the meantime, please consider checking out my new stand-alone book, "The Lycan King's Outcast Omega." The first 7 cha[ters are out and I'll begin serializing regularly in the next couple of days. Once again, I'd like to thank you all for the amazing support you've shown my books. You all inspire me everyday. Your comments make me laugh, make me smile, and make me
Brynlee "Left!" I call out, moving in perfect sync with Rhett as we corner the rogue wolf we've been tracking for three days. Our client, the Mountain Ridge pack, watches in amazement as we work together, perfectly matched.The rogue doesn't stand a chance against our coordinated attack. Within minutes, Rhett has him pinned while I secure the spelled restraints."Impressive," the Mountain Ridge Alpha says. "Your reputation is well-earned.""We work well together," Rhett responds, his hand finding its natural place on my nape. Through our bond, I feel his eagerness to finish here. To get home. To Maya.The thought of our daughter makes both our wolves restless. Three days is the longest we've been away since her birth four months ago.“Grace says she's been practicing," Olivia tells us over the phone as we drive home. "The little witch is already moving her toys without touching them."Rhett's grip tightens on the steering wheel. Even after two months of knowing about Maya's magical ab
Brynlee "It's a girl," Grace announces with a smile as she completes my monthly check-up. "And she's thriving under your mate bond. Both of your energies are strengthening her."Rhett's hand tightens on my shoulder. Through our bond, I feel his fierce joy mingled with protective instinct."A daughter," he murmurs. "To raise as strong as her mother.""And as protected as her father makes her mother feel," I add, covering his hand with mine.We're in the pack gathering hall, where wolves mill about preparing for tonight's announcement feast. Rhett and I will officially share our plans to become trackers, to help other packs while maintaining our home ties here."Speaking of protection," Grace says carefully, "have you decided where you'll be when . . .""Here," Rhett answers immediately. "We'll time our contracts around the birth. Make sure we're home for at least the first few months.""Both packs will help," Finley adds, entering with a stack of paperwork. "Though from what I hear, yo
Brynlee"Please remind me, Sir. Make me yours again."And with that, the last of his restraint dissolves, leaving my sexy Dom standing where my gentle mate was only moments before. “Follow me.” He demands, turning away and trusting I’ll obey, that trust only making me want to please him further. “Sit.”I take a deep breath as I lower myself into the chair he led me to. It’s a wood-framed chair that’s slightly reclined, a pillowy black cushion that I sink down into stretched across the surface. There are strange leather loops protruding from the wood at the top of the chair and it’s immediately clear the entire thing was built for one very specific purpose. “Arms up over your head, little wolf.” His command is a deep rumble that sends a frisson of pleasure straight to my clit. He steps behind me, and though I can’t see what he’s doing, I’m not afraid. Excitement and eager anticipation is all I can feel. Until he wraps soft cuffs around my wrists and attaches them to the leather loops
Rhett The pack house buzzes with activity as one of the elders works with other witches to break the spells on affected pack members. Grace moves between them, checking for injuries, while warriors secure Xander and Tracy in spelled cells deep underground.But all I can focus on is Brynlee."You need to be checked," I murmur against her hair. We haven't broken contact since the fight ended, my hand resting possessively on her nape."I'm fine," she starts to protest, but stops at my growl."Grace. Now." I let dominance color my tone, watching her melt into the command."Yes, Sir."Heads turn as we cross the great hall - not with the previous worry or pity, but with new respect. My collar sits proud at her throat, her submission now obvious and willing. No more pretense. No more hiding."The baby's fine," Grace announces after examining her. "Actually, it's more than fine. The energy is stronger, more stable." She looks between us. "Whatever happened during the fight seems to have stren
Rhett Training takes over as I evaluate our options. Spelled wolves on three sides, children still in danger, and Xander approaching from the north.Through our bond, I feel Brynlee's certainty. “Trust me,” she pushes through our connection. “Like in training.”"Grace," I command quietly. "Get the pups out. Dad, contain the spelled wolves. Tracy's mine."Before Tracy can react, Brynlee moves - not away from danger but straight toward it. Toward Xander. Every instinct screams to stop her, but I force myself to trust. To let her fight her own battles while I handle mine."You're done, Tracy." I let my dominance fill the space between us. "Your spells are weakening. Your control is slipping. Submit now and—"Her laugh turns hysterical. "Submit? Like your precious mate? The one walking straight into Xander's trap?"But she's wrong. Through our bond, I feel Brynlee's strength. Her purpose.This isn't her walking into a trap. This is her choosing to face her demons. And my job isn't to stop
Rhett "I can't do this anymore!"Brynlee's voice carries across the pack grounds, perfectly pitched to convey desperation. She's standing just where we planned, moonlight catching the tears on her cheeks."You don't have a choice," I growl, playing my part. "You're mine.""No!" She backs away, one hand going to my collar. "I'm not yours. I'm not anyone's. And I won't let you control me anymore."The gathered pack members shift uncomfortably. In the trees, I catch multiple scents - Tracy's spies, spelled wolves, others waiting to report back. Perfect."Don't." My voice drops dangerously as her fingers touch the collar's clasp. Everything in me rebels at what comes next, but we've planned this.The sound of the collar hitting the ground echoes in the sudden silence.My roar of rage is only partly acting. Even knowing this is planned, seeing her remove my collar makes Kian nearly uncontrollable."You'll regret this," I snarl, advancing on her. Right on cue, pack members move to intervene
Rhett "They've made contact." Dad’s voice is grim as he hands me the surveillance photos. "Tracy met with Xander last night, just outside our borders."I study the images, fighting to maintain control as I see them together, heads bent in conversation. Planning. Plotting. Against my mate."Show me where."He points to the map. "Here. Notice anything interesting?""It's a focal point," I realize. "Between three locations where we found spelled wolves."More photos show increased movement around our territory. Unfamiliar wolves. Dark magic signatures. All converging faster than we anticipated."They're not waiting for the new moon," I say quietly."No." Dad marks another location. "The elders detected four more spelled wolves this morning. All moving into position. Whatever they're planning . . .""It's happening soon."My phone buzzes - Finley: Tracy spotted watching breakfast. Your move.Which means another public performance. Another scene of Brynlee rejecting my claim. Each time cut
Brynlee It takes everything in me not to lean into Rhett's touch when he reaches for me at breakfast. Instead, I force myself to flinch away, hating how his scent spikes with controlled aggression - even knowing it's an act."Don't," I say, letting my voice shake just enough. "Please. I just-, I need space."His hand drops, but not before I catch the subtle brush of his fingers against my collar - a private reminder of what's real. Of what lies beneath this performance."You're wearing my collar," he says, loud enough to carry to the curious pack members pretending not to watch. "My claim."I touch the collar, letting them see uncertainty instead of the comfort it truly brings. "Maybe that's the problem."The whispers start immediately. I catch fragments - "too soon," "traumatized," "rejecting the bond" - exactly what we want them to hear. What we want Tracy to hear when her spies inevitably report back.Rhett growls, playing his part perfectly. "We'll discuss this later.""There's no