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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
Brynlee "Ask me." Rhett’s direct approach when he senses me spiraling never fails to catch me off guard. His voice is gentle as we sit in his study after leaving the healing center. He can probably smell my anxiety, sense the questions I'm afraid to voice."How can you-" I swallow hard, start again. "The baby. It's not yours. It's . . ." I can't say their names. Can't voice the possibility that I'm carrying the child of one of my attackers."Look at me." When I do, his eyes hold nothing but warmth. "What happened to you was monstrous. But this baby is innocent. And today, it chose me as its protector.""But how can you want that? Want to protect something that might be . . .""Might be what? Evidence of their crimes?" He leans forward. "Or might it be evidence of your strength? Your survival? Your ability to love something despite its origins?"Tears burn my eyes. "I don't know if I can love it.""Then I'll protect it until you can. Or if you never can." His voice drops lower. "The
Brynlee I wait exactly three minutes after Rhett leaves before sliding out of bed. My bare feet make no sound on the hardwood floors as I follow his scent through the halls. My wolf, for once, works with me instead of fighting me – maybe an effect of being so close to our mate earlier.The night air is crisp against my silk pajamas as I slip outside. More howls echo across pack lands, and I catch fragments of warriors coordinating in the distance. But there's another scent on the breeze. Something that doesn't belong.I follow it, staying in the shadows. My wolf's senses are sharper than they've been since the attack, probably because we're finally working together instead of against each other. Which is how I catch the sound of someone muttering by the pack boundary stones. Tracy.She's doing something to the ward stones, her hands glowing faintly with what must be borrowed magic – she's not a natural witch. The wards flicker, weakening."What are you doing?" My voice comes out stron
Brynlee "You need to breathe," Finley says, watching me try on yet another outfit. "It's not like he's going to care what you're wearing. Most of it ends up on the floor anyway.""Finley!" I throw a pillow at her, but my face burns. "It's not... we're not . . .""Not yet." She grins. "But come on, the tension between you two is already explosive."I can’t believe I’m having this conversation with my mate’s sister. But she's not wrong. After last night, after seeing how his dominance could make me feel both safe and aroused, both protected and powerful, I can’t wait to explore more. "Here." She tosses me a pair of soft black leggings and a deep purple wrap top. "Comfortable enough to kneel in, pretty enough to make him crazy. Trust me."“You seem to know a lot about his . . . lifestyle. I wouldn’t think that’s something he’d talk to his sister about.”“He doesn’t. But unfortunately for me, they all wanted to be my friend, thinking it gave them a better shot at being his chosen mate. T
Rhett The council chamber feels too small, too confining. My skin still burns from touching Brynlee, from feeling her submit so beautifully. Kian paces restlessly, wanting to return to our mate instead of dealing with pack politics."The evidence is clear," my father says from his position at the head of the council table. "Tracy Reeves deliberately tampered with pack wards, putting everyone at risk.""She was emotional," Martin Reeves argues. "After Rhett ended their contract—""This isn't about contracts," I cut in. "This is about pack security. She compromised our defenses during a time of active threat.""Hardly active," Helen Reeves scoffs. "We haven't seen any real evidence of this Xander person pursuing your mate." She spits the title. If they only knew about the spelled pack members, about how close he's really been. But that information is still closely guarded."The timing is irrelevant," Dad says. "Tampering with pack wards is a serious offense. It cannot go unpunished.""
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