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Brynlee I'm not trying to eavesdrop this time. Really, I'm not. But when I hear Xander's name while passing Papa Zayne's study, my feet freeze of their own accord.". . . was in her garden, Rhett. Her fucking garden." Dad's voice shakes with rage. "While she was sleeping."My knees go weak. The garden. My safe space. The only place I've managed to feel almost normal lately. He was there. He was-"We've doubled the patrol," Rhett's deep voice responds. "Added motion sensors. He won't get that close again.""He shouldn't have gotten that close in the first place!" Something crashes – probably Dad throwing something. "My baby girl . . . if he had . . ."The roaring in my ears drowns out the rest. He was here. In my garden. While I was sleeping. He could have . . . could have . . .My chest constricts. I can't breathe. Can't think. Can only feel the phantom hands on my skin, hear the echo of cruel laughter . . ."Brynlee." The voice cuts through my panic, deep and commanding. "Look at me.
Rhett I haven't moved from the guest house porch in over an hour, still fighting for control after the scene with Brynlee. Kian paces restlessly under my skin, replaying every moment – her immediate response to my commands, the little shivers when I praised her, that soft whimper that nearly broke my restraint . . .“Perfect submission. Natural. Born for us.” My wolf purrs. "Stop," I growl, but my wolf's not wrong. She took to submission like she was made for it. Every command followed with an eagerness that made my dominant side want to purr. The way she stood straighter with each praise, practically glowing under my attention . . . Fuck. I scrape my hands over my face, trying to erase the memory of how she looked in subspace – all soft and pliant and trusting. It was supposed to be just about helping her through the panic attack. Just a demonstration of safe control. Not-, not this fierce need to see how much further she could go. How perfectly she could submit.“Show her more. T
Rhett I'm halfway to the main house when Jackson, one of Kaden’s younger warriors, comes running up."Sir! We caught someone at the northern border. They have Xander's scent on them, but . . ." He hesitates."But what?" I grind out anxiously."But it's Marie. From our own pack. She swears she's never met Xander, but his scent is all over her."Kian goes on alert. Something's not right."Show me."They have Marie in the pack holding cell – a teenage wolf who helps in the kitchen. She's crying, terrified, insisting she'd just been picking herbs in the forest when they grabbed her."I'd never help him!" she sobs. "I love Brynlee. Everyone does. I wouldn't . . ."But Xander's scent clings to her like a second skin. Not mixed with hers like it would be from contact, but layered over it. Almost like . . ."Fuck." The realization hits hard. "Get Olivia. Now. And call Luna Kat."Kat– Kaden’s mom and a gifted wolf who can sense magic – arrives at the same time as Olivia, now blessed with a gif
Brynlee "He's been doing what?"I stare at Rhett, trying to process what he's telling me. Pack members being spelled to carry Xander's scent. My safe spaces being invaded by people who don't even know they're being used against me. The garden. My refuge. It wasn't even him there."How many?" My voice shakes. "How many pack members has he . . .""At least three that we know of," Rhett says carefully. "But there could be more. Kat and Olivia are working on a way to detect the spell, but until then . . .""Until then, nobody's safe to be around." The reality of it hits me hard. "He's isolated me without even being here."My wolf whines, pressing closer to the surface as Rhett's scent wraps around us. She remembers how safe we felt during our “exercise” earlier, how perfectly he helped us through the panic. But this . . . this is different."There's a solution," he says, and something in his tone makes both me and my wolf pay attention. "But you won't like it.""I need to leave." The word
Rhett I hear my mother before I see her, already fussing as we pull up to the pack house."The blue room's all ready. I put fresh flowers in there – the lavender she always liked as a pup. And I had the kitchen make those lemon cookies she . . ." She stops when she sees Brynlee's pale face. "Oh, sweetheart."To her credit, Mom doesn't rush forward to embrace her like she clearly wants to. Instead, she stays on the porch, letting Brynlee set the pace."Hi Auntie Trista," Brynlee manages, and something in her voice makes Kian whine. She sounds so young, so lost."You must be exhausted," Mom says gently. "Let's get you settled before dinner. Rhett, your father wants a word when you have a moment."I catch the undertone there – pack business that needs addressing. But it can wait. Right now . . ."I'll show Brynlee to her room first."The blue room is as far from my wing of the house as possible, which is both frustrating and necessary. Kian protests the distance, but after what happened
Rhett Morning training sessions are usually my favorite part of the day. A chance to focus purely on physical challenge, on molding young warriors into a cohesive unit. No pack politics. No mate complications. Just the clean simplicity of command and response. Usually."Again," I order, watching the sparring pairs reset their positions. "Tyler, watch your left side. Amy, stop telegraphing your moves." I'm hyper-aware of the moment Brynlee appears at the edge of the training ground. Her scent hits me first – honey and lavender tinged with curiosity – but it's the subtle acceleration of her heartbeat that really catches my attention. She's nervous, but not afraid. Interested, but trying to hide it.“Focus,” I remind both of us. But it's hard when I can feel her eyes on me, studying how I move, how I command. Her wolf is fully alert now, watching everything with keen interest."Better," I tell the warriors as they execute the sequence perfectly. "Now add the defensive roll we worked on
Brynlee My hand trembles as I raise it to knock on Rhett's study door. After dinner, he'd told me to take an hour to be sure this is what I want, to come to his study only if I was certain.I'm not certain about anything anymore, except that I need to understand this. Need to understand him."Come in." His voice already carries that note of command that makes my wolf sit up and take notice. I enter to find him standing by the fireplace, watching me with intense eyes."We need to talk first," he says. "Before anything else happens."I nod, sinking into one of the leather chairs. He remains standing, and somehow that feels right for this conversation."Ask me," he says quietly. "Whatever you want to know about what I am, what I need. Ask.""Why?" The question that's been burning since I saw him training this morning. "Why do you need this? Is it . . . is it just, um, sexual?""No." He runs a hand through his hair. "It's . . . My wolf, Kian, he's extremely dominant. More than most. It's
Rhett"Tell me exactly what happened." Grace's eyes are sharp as she examines Brynlee. We're in the pack healing center, the pre-dawn light barely filtering through the windows.I’m trying not to freak out while I wait for Grace to examine Brynlee. But truth be told, I’m freaking the fuck out. For Brynlee’s sake, I hope I’m doing a good job of hiding it.Taking a deep breath to pull my shit together, I explain about the scene, about Brynlee's wolf trying to force a shift. About how only my direct command stopped her."Interesting." Grace's hands glow softly as she runs them over Brynlee's abdomen. "And this was during a dominance scene? Not sexual?""No," Brynlee answers, her cheeks flushing. "Just submission. Commands. Touch.""Yet it triggered such a strong response." Grace frowns. "The baby's energy is . . . unusual."Kian surges forward at the mention of potential threat to our mate. "Unusual how?""Stronger than it should be at this stage. More . . . aware." Her magic pulses brigh
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