Thank you for reading! I apologize for no update last night. I had a work event that went longer than expected. I will post an update tomorrow to make up for it.
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
Olivia The words have no sooner left my mouth than I find myself surrounded, Kaden and Declan both hugging me so tight my lungs start to burn. “Can’t breathe.” I wheeze, prompting both men to step back. Declan is grinning ear to ear but he sinks back onto the couch, stronger but still too weak to be on his feet for long. Kaden still hovers by my side, no longer touching me, but close enough that I feel his body heat warming my back. I force myself to step away, putting some distance between us. “Don’t get the wrong impression.” I rush to clarify. “I’m doing this for the twins. Nothing changes between us.” “We understand.” Declan readily agrees but I swear Kaden whispers something like “we’ll see” under his breath. “When can we tell them?” Declan changes the subject. A wave of nausea washes over me as I picture that conversation. This is going to be so confusing for them. Will they be mad at me for not telling them? They’re only two, Olivia, get it together! Kaden slips his ha
Kaden A week has flown by since Olivia and the boys moved to the packhouse. The best fucking week of my life! Being a full-time dad is a shitload of work. Declan is able to do more and more everyday but even with two of us, it’s a lot. But fuck is it worth it? We haven’t told anyone yet, wanting to give the twins time to settle in, but I’m running out of excuses to keep my parents from stopping by. We’ve talked about making the announcement soon, but Olivia wants to tell her parents first. I can’t tell if she’s dragging her feet because she’s still not getting on with her family or if she’s worried about the pack’s reaction. I couldn’t care less what the pack thinks. I wish we had more to announce than just our fatherhood, wish we could tell the pack their mother agreed to be my Luna too. But while the boys are adjusting well, Olivia seems more distant than ever. Declan says to give her time, it has to be messing with her head to suddenly go from a single parent to sharing the pu
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