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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."
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 in
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 fighting
Brynlee I'm not supposed to be here. That's all I can think as I stand frozen in the small coffee shop just outside pack territory. I'm supposed to be safe at home, hiding in my room like the broken thing I am. But Dr. Mitchell's voice echoes in my head – "small steps toward normalcy" – and somehow that translated into convincing Olivia to bring me here."Just a quick stop," she'd promised. "Ten minutes tops."But Olivia got pulled into an urgent phone call outside, and now here I am, alone in a coffee shop that isn't the one where Xavier found me, but might as well be. Every chime of the door sends my heart racing. Every male scent makes my skin crawl. Every—The bell chimes again and a scent hits me – wild and masculine and startlingly familiar, but somehow . . . different. Rhett. I recognize him immediately – my family's friend, my friend, kind of, once upon a time. I've known him for years, seen him at countless family gatherings. He's always been kind but distant, treating me wit
Rhett I barely make it into my truck before Kian rages to the surface, clawing at my control. My wolf wants to turn around, to go back and claim what's ours. The memory of her scent – honey and lavender tinged with fear – makes us both want to howl.“Protect. Claim. Ours.” He demands."Not now," I growl, gripping the steering wheel until my knuckles turn white. We've had this argument too many times since that day at the hospital.The memory hits me like a physical blow . . . Two months earlierThe antiseptic hospital smell burns my nose as I follow Kaden down the sterile hallway. "Her scent might help us track whoever did this," he's saying. "But be prepared. She's . . . it's bad, Rhett."I've seen bad before. Done bad things to bad people. But nothing prepares me for the sight of Brynlee – sweet, innocent Brynlee who I've known since she was a pup – lying broken in that hospital bed. Tubes everywhere. Monitors beeping. Bruises marking every visible inch of skin.Then I catch her sc
Brynlee "Let's talk about trust."Dr. Mitchell's voice is gentle, but the words still make my shoulders tense. We've been dancing around this topic for weeks, but after what happened with Rhett at the coffee shop, I can't avoid it anymore."What about it?" I try to sound casual, but my heart rate betrays me."Your sister mentioned there was an incident yesterday. A strong reaction to someone you've known for years."Of course Olivia told her. Everyone's so worried about poor, broken Brynlee that they probably have a group chat dedicated to discussing my mental state."It wasn't an incident," I say. "My wolf just . . . reacted strangely.""And how did that make you feel?"I want to snap at her, to say I'm tired of being asked how I feel about every little thing. Instead, I find myself answering honestly. "Scared. Confused. My wolf recognized something in him, something that felt . . . safe. But I can't trust that feeling.""Because of Xavier?"The name makes my skin crawl. "Because I w
Brynlee The first day with Rhett in the guest house feels like walking on eggshells, except I'm the only one tiptoeing. He keeps his distance, just like he promised, but his presence fills every corner of the property. His scent teases my wolf, who's been more alert and demanding since the coffee shop incident.I try to stick to my routine – as much of one as I have these days. Breakfast with my parents, who are trying way too hard to act normal about having Rhett living in the guest house. A short walk in the garden, which feels different now that I know he's watching. Not in a creepy way, but in a protective way that makes my wolf purr even as my human side bristles at needing protection at all.It's during my afternoon reading time on the back porch that I hear them – Olivia and another female voice I vaguely recognize as Tracy, a wolf from Forest Trails pack that visited with Rhett a few times. They're around the corner of the house, probably thinking they're far enough away that
Rhett The border patrol's alert turns out to be nothing – just a rogue omega passing too close to territory lines. Still, the interruption might have been a blessing, getting me away from Brynlee before I could do something stupid like give in to Kian's demands to pull her closer instead of pushing her away.Her scent lingers on my hands where I touched her. Honey and lavender mixed with curiosity and . . . something else. Something that made Kian howl with need.“Mate interested. Mate curious. Take. Claim.”"Not helping," I growl at my wolf as I approach the guest house. But I freeze when another scent hits me. Tracy.She's waiting on the small porch, and everything in me bristles at her presence so close to my mate's home."You shouldn't be here." My voice carries all the dominance I usually try to temper."Really?" She arches an eyebrow. "Because I just watched you with her. Sweet, innocent Brynlee who practically ran away when you got too close. Is that what you want? Someone who
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