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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
Olivia Bile burns the back of my throat when Kellan calls out his father. This is exactly why I’ve worked so hard to protect my heart. It’s bad enough that he lied about wanting me. If I’d actually allowed myself to believe him, this would’ve destroyed me. “You did what?” Declan appears in the doorway, his growl making me jump. “It’s not like that!” Kaden contends. “Ana just showed up out of nowhere.” “I fail to see how that requires you to put your lips on her! Goddess, Kaden, I thought you told her to piss off!” Declan is irate, his jaw grinding back and forth and the skin pulled taut over his balled fists. I go to him, patting his chest with my hand to calm him down. “It’s okay, Dec. It couldn’t have been more than a peck, I didn’t feel any pain.” Not the physical kind anyway, that little voice in my head chimes in. Sometimes I really wish the shrew would keep her mouth shut! “Besides, while I’d appreciate you both keeping it in your pants until we can sort out a formal re
Olivia At the restaurant, Kyle stands to greet me when I reach our table, leaning in to kiss my cheek. He pulls back, his nose wrinkled like he smells something putrid but he doesn’t comment. “Nothing happened, I swear. They ambushed me!” I rush to explain anyway. “Olivia,” He chuckles. “I trust you. I won’t lie, I hate every second that you’re under their roof and I don’t trust either of them any farther than I can throw them, which incidentally isn't very far, but you I trust implicitly.” “Thank you.” I say, sitting in the chair he’s pulled out for me. “For trusting me and for understanding. The boys are really happy. And when Brynlee’s better, I promise I’ll go through with the rejection.” “How is your sister?” He asks and my heart sinks. “The same.” There’s no hiding my disheartened tone. “I don’t understand. She’s not getting any worse, so it seems her wolf is alive. But then why isn’t she getting better? “The doctor said it’s possible she doesn’t want to wake up. Maybe wh
KyleEverything is spiraling out of control. Everything I’ve worked for for twenty years is about to come to fruition and I should be fucking elated. But it could all fall apart right before my eyes and I’m not sure I’d care. All because one fiery-haired little she-wolf stole my heart when I wasn’t looking. I smile to myself, remembering the day I met her. I couldn’t believe my luck when she landed on my operating table. It felt like the universe was finally smiling on me. She was the piece of the puzzle I’d been missing all along. Little did I know she’d mean the end of all my well-laid plans. I’d moved to Sacred Moon at Alpha Xavier’s behest, in hopes of using her brother Mason to our advantage. But that had proven fruitless and I was about to give up. Olivia, on the other hand, is innocent, naive and generous to a fault. Getting close to her was easy. Using her against her old pack should have been too. It was the not falling for her part that proved difficult. And I fell hard. S
Olivia My mind spins in circles as I meander through the house picking up the twins’ toys strewn everywhere. Guilt eats away at me for even entertaining the possibility that Kyle’s intentions are less than honorable. When did I start giving my traitorous mates the benefit of the doubt? Stop it, Olivia! You’re being ridiculous! Kyle is one of the kindest, most caring people you’ve ever met. He’s been nothing but good to you. You will not let a stupid mate bond you don’t even want influence you to lose faith in him! I’m still lost in my self-recrimination when I wander into Kaden’s office. The boys left their train set on the floor by his desk, just begging for someone to trip over it. Between the distraction of my inner dialogue and my eyes already scanning the floor, I don’t realize I’m not alone until someone clears their throat. My eyes snap to the woman sitting behind Kaden’s desk. She’s got her stiletto clad feet propped up on his desk, one ankle crossed over the other. She’s w
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