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Olivia “Good morning, sunshine!” Kyle greets me with a beaming smile at the bakery where we’re meeting for coffee.. “Good morning!” I try to match his sunny disposition, hoping my face doesn’t give me away. I spent the entire night last night convincing myself I have nothing to feel guilty about. I didn’t ask to be kissed. But there’s only one problem with that theory. I liked it. Of course I liked it! It’s the bond. My body is built to crave my mates, to respond pleasurably to their every touch. And boy did I respond. A wave of shame washes over me at the memory. That and a gush of slick in my panties. I agonized all night over whether or not I should tell him. But no, I’m not even sure what Kyle and I are, so there’s no need to confess, right? So why do I feel like I’ve done something wrong?“I’ve missed you.” Kyle says, and I feel the knife twist a little deeper. “I should be at the hospital with you more. I came along to support you and all I’ve done is work.”“It’s okay. I u
Declan “Fuck! My instincts are clawing at me to go back in that room, sit at her feet, and beg like the dog I am.” Kaden curses when we step out into the hall. “It was the right call to leave, right?” “My instincts are riding me hard too. But we can’t bully her into accepting us. We’ve done enough of that already and look where that got us.” A healthy dose of self-loathing accompanies those words. “Right. Okay. I’ll give her some time, but I meant what I said. I’m not staying away. I’m going to stay right here until she’s ready to go home then follow to make sure she gets there safely. What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her, right?” “I’m not sure she’d agree with that statement.” I huff a wry laugh. “But I get where you’re coming from. Probably won't sleep tonight anyway, but I definitely won’t if I don’t know she’s tucked in safe and sound.” I completely understand what he’s going through. Leaving Olivia’s side feels like torture. Being that close to her, touching her, it’s one of
OliviaIt’s pitch dark outside by the time I leave the hospital and head straight into the forest. The woods are magical this time of night, with the cicadas humming and the fireflies blinking like twinkle lights in the sky. It’s my favorite time to be out here and exactly what I need after my “talk” with mom. . Some she-wolves might be scared to be out here alone at night, but not me. Lady and I have been rambling in these woods since our first shift and I know them like the back of my hand. We’d head to the remotest part of the woods and despite being alone in the dark, it was one of the few times I actually felt safe. Finding an old tree stump, I plop down and stretch my legs out in front of me. Moonbeams streak through the tree branches, bathing my face in moonlight as I look toward the sky. It’s peaceful and the thought that maybe the Moon Goddess is gazing down at me soothes my battered soul. The problem with peace is it never lasts. The quiet leaves too much room for distur
Olivia “Get off me, asshole!” I growl as I draw my knees to my chest and kick the wolf’s soft underbelly. Lesson number one in my training, anywhere that’s soft is vulnerable. So I am for the unprotected area just below his ribs and dig my claws in deep. His flesh tears as I kick him away but it’s not enough to put him down for good. Lady pushes forward and suddenly I’m standing on four paws. Fighting in wolf form evens the playing field. But before she can get her bearings, the wolf is on us again, sinking his teeth into her shoulder. She tries to shake him off but he just clenches his jaw tighter. The only choice is to pull away before he can pull her to the ground. The sickening sound of tearing flesh fills the air as my wolf digs her claws into his chest and pushes him off, leaving him with a mouthful of fur and sinew. That’s going to hurt like a bee with an itch later but right now, I’m so high on adrenaline, I don’t even feel it. The rogue wolf seems stunned, like he can’t b
Kaden One minute I’m chasing a rogue through my packlands, the next I’m watching my beautiful mate rip his throat out. It was the single hottest thing I’d ever seen and at the same time the most terrifying. That fucker got close to her. She had to fight for her life. I failed to keep her safe. I’m so pissed at myself, I’m shaking. Declan’s phone call came at the same moment my Gamma and I realized the men with guns were nothing more than a distraction. With all our attention on them, who knows how many others could slip through our lines. I was frantic to catch her scent, to find her and keep her safe, and by the time I did, I was almost too late. My wolf just saw his mate almost die and he’s feeling even more protective and possessive than I am. So when she shifts back and I see her entire shoulder is ripped to shreds and that Kyle asshole is touching her, he’s lucky all I do is take her from him instead of ripping his head from his shoulders, problem solved.“Mine!” My wolf and I
Olivia My body is on fire and my clit pulses with the need to be touched, teased, lavished with attention. I’ve long ago stripped off my clothes, laying on my back with my chest heaving and my legs spread apart. Slick coats my thighs and my pussy clenches needily, eager to be filled. I let the fingers of one hand circle my nipple, brushing my thumb over it until it hardens into a tight peak, then snake my hand down over my belly to cup my sex. I grind into the heel of my hand, but it doesn’t take long until I need more.Sliding my fingers between my lower lips, I play in the dripping mess of arousal, avoiding my aching bundle of nerves. My other hand plucks and pulls at nipple, teasing it to a hard little bud that matches the other, edging myself with the sweet torture. I’m about to give in, let myself fall over the edge. It won’t take much, just a few flicks of my finger over my hard, sensitive nub, considering how primed I am. But before I get the chance, Kaden steps into the roo
Declan “I am not, under any circumstances, moving in with you!” Olivia’s face is so red I think her head might explode and the little pulse in her neck jumps, begging me to sink my teeth into it. She’s furious! I knew this was a bad idea. But Kaden came back last night riding high, grinning like a fool and spouting off about Olivia finally forgiving him. All he wanted to talk about was planning our next steps to get her back. I spent the night wearing a hole in the carpet, worried sick about my mate, waiting for him to tell me she’s safe. I’d never felt so inadequate before, not being able to do anything to protect her. It’s a feeling I wouldn’t wish on anyone, which only intensifies my guilt at having made Olivia feel that way every damn day. Between the shame oppressing me and the fear for Liv’s safety, I’m nearly feral by the time Kade returns. I need to know everything, but.when I push him for details, a dark shadow falls over his face, profound sadness fills his eyes, and he
Olivia Declan is walking! I saw it with my own eyes. One minute he’s in a wheelchair, then as soon as I turn my back, he stands up and walks like it’s nothing. “Are you playing me?” I snap. “You were never injured, were you? Was this some ploy to gain my sympathy? Did you think I’d feel sorry for you and let you off the hook for all the pain you caused me?” “What? Olivia, no! Of course not!” Declan denies. I’m not sure I believe him but if I’m right, then why does he look like I just slapped him? “Listen to yourself, little flower.” Kaden cuts in. “I know you don’t trust us and you have no reason to. We deserve your suspicion. But what you’re suggesting just isn’t possible. “Declan was injured long before we knew you’d be coming back to Glass Lake, before we knew you were our mate.” My wolf snarls at him, reminding him just how she feels about that comment. He holds his hands up in apology. “Okay, you’re right. We should have believed you when you told us and we’ll never forgi
Rhett Another dead end. Another false lead. Another day of Xander's trail growing colder while my control grows weaker.I stare at the abandoned cabin that was supposed to be his latest hiding place, fighting the urge to tear the whole structure apart in frustration. The scent is old – at least two weeks – and deliberately misleading. The bastard knows how to cover his tracks, I'll give him that.My phone buzzes. Another text from Kaden with another possible sighting to check out. This one's closer to Glass Lake territory. Too close. My wolf snarls at the thought, torn between the hunt for Xander and the pull toward her.Focus. I can't think about her right now. Can't think about how her scent lingered in the air yesterday, tinged with fear and something else – something that made my wolf pace and whine. Can't think about how close I was to jumping the fence and . . .And what? Revealing myself? Trying to comfort a traumatized woman who doesn't even know she has a mate? Who's fightin
Brynlee Therapy is bullshit.That's what I keep telling myself as I sit in this too-soft chair, surrounded by crystals and dreamcatchers and all the other crap that's supposed to make this place feel "safe and nurturing." What a joke. Like any space can feel safe anymore.But I'm here, aren't I? Sitting across from Dr. Sharon Mitchell, pack therapist extraordinaire, because my family won't stop looking at me with those worried eyes. Won't stop suggesting "it might help to talk to someone." As if talking about it will somehow make it all better. As if words can erase what happened to me."How are you feeling today, Brynlee?" Dr. Mitchell's voice is exactly what you'd expect from a therapist – gentle, measured, trying so hard to be non-threatening that it becomes threatening in its own way."Fine." The word comes out automatically. It's my default response these days, even though we both know it's a lie.I thought I was fine. After I woke up, it was like all my trauma was tucked away i
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