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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.""
Brynlee "Good girl." Rhett's praise washes over me as I hold the submissive pose he's placed me in, knees cushioned on the training room mat, back straight, hands crossed at the small of my back. "You're getting more comfortable with this."He circles me slowly, his heat and scent wrapping around me like a physical caress. We've been training like this daily since Tracy's exile, and each session feels more natural than the last."Close your eyes," he commands softly. "Focus only on my voice, my touch."I do, and immediately my other senses heighten. The brush of his fingers along my shoulder makes me shiver. An odd response when his touch sets me on fire."Tell me what you feel when you submit like this.""Safe," I whisper. "Strong, somehow. Like I'm choosing to give you control instead of having it taken."His hand slides into my hair, grip firm but gentle. "And your wolf?""She..." I swallow as he tugs lightly. "She wants to show you how good we can be. How perfectly we can submit."
Rhett "The runes are interconnected," the elder says, gesturing to the spelled items laid out on her workbench. "Each one feeds into the others, creating a network of . . . something. I’m not sure what yet."I lean closer, studying the strange markings. Five items – a stone, a feather, a coin, a ribbon, and what looks like a child's toy – each pulsing with dark magic. All found at different points along our borders."Can you tell what they're building toward?""Not exactly, but—" She breaks off as Brynlee enters the room. My mate's scent hits me, still carrying traces of our kiss from earlier, making Kian push forward eagerly.But there's something else in her expression. Recognition."I've seen these before," she says quietly, moving to stand beside me. "Or something like them. In Xavier's study, before . . ." She swallows hard.My hand finds the back of her neck automatically, offering support through touch. She leans into it slightly even as she continues."He had drawings. Plans.
Rhett My hands won't stop shaking. Even carrying Brynlee to my room, I can't completely control my body's reaction to seeing her step away from my protection earlier. The sound of her soft "Sir?" snaps me back to the present."I've got you," I murmur, setting her down in my bathroom. "Let me take care of you."She nods, already slipping into the submissive headspace that calms us both. I turn on the massive soaking tub, testing the temperature before returning to her."Arms up," I command softly. She wraps her arms around herself and takes a step back, a mixture of shame, embarrassment, and fear on her face that immediately has me reaching for her. Shit! She doesn’t know about all those weeks I spent sitting by her side in the hospital, watching her bruises heal and her cuts and gashes turn to scars. We should have had this conversation before now.“Shh. You’re safe with me, Bryn.” I coo in her ear as I hold her tight in my arms. “And you have nothing to be embarrassed about. “I’m s
BrynleeI wake slowly, surrounded by Rhett's scent. His warmth curls around me, one arm draped possessively over my waist, breath steady against my neck. Everything about this moment feels right – safe, protected, claimed.The early morning light filters through the windows, casting shadows that dance across the bed. Rhett's shirt that I'm wearing has ridden up during the night, and his hand rests on my bare hip, his touch both innocent and intimate. Each brush of his thumb against my skin sends tingles through my whole body. My wolf practically purrs at the contact.His heat seeps into me everywhere we touch - his chest pressed to my back, legs tangled with mine, his breath stirring the hair at my nape. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat against my spine makes me feel more secure than any lock or ward ever could.Last night floods back – his careful hands bathing me, tending to me. My request for his collar. The way he showed such perfect control even when I could smell his need. The
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