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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
Kaden I stand outside my office for a minute wondering what the hell just happened. Not that I should be surprised since most of our interactions end with her handing me my ass. She has this way of doing it so I don’t even realize she bested me until she’s long gone. She’s unlike any woman I’ve ever met and I kinda love it. Shaking my head, I enter my office, intent on solving the “garbage’ mystery. I have a housekeeper to take out the trash, not that there’s ever much of it at the end of the day. But as soon as I cross the threshold, I see what she means. I take in Ana, sitting naked at my desk, a sight that should infuriate me. But all I can do is chuckle in appreciation of my mate’s sassy little spirit. She would have been totally justified in running from this room in tears. Instead, she held her head high, and delivered a beat down with her very smart mouth. But that moment of amusement passes quickly, replaced with white-hot rage. I thunder toward the devious little bitch, e
Olivia “Remind me again why I agreed to this epic disaster.” I grumble to my wolf, throwing clothes haphazardly into a suitcase. “Nevermind! I don’t want to hear it.” “Pups are happy.” She huffs, fighting every move I make as I pack my things. “They're two! Ice cream for breakfast makes them happy! Taking every toy they own into the tub at bathtime makes them happy. It’s not hard!” I purposely misunderstand her point and she snarls in frustration. I don’t want to think rationally right now. I don’t want to admit how much fuller the twins’ lives have become since we moved in here. I don’t want to think about how attached they’ve become to their dads in such a short time. Or the fact that it will devastate them to leave.It’s my fault really. Technically, Kaden hasn’t done anything wrong. I made it clear to him I wouldn’t accept our bond so why shouldn’t he move on with his life? After everything that’s happened between us, it shouldn’t hurt to see him with someone else. But it do
Declan “You want to tell me why the fuck our mate was packing her bags to leave tonight?” I round on Kaden as soon as we leave Olivia’s room. “Yeah, but it’s a long story and you’ll probably want a drink.” He looks drained and his tone is weary. It’s that alone that keeps me from jumping down his throat, silently following him to his office instead. He walks straight to the sideboard and pours us each a finger of whiskey. After handing me a glass, he sinks into the chair across from me with a groan that tells me more than any words could. In the wake of my injury, my best friend has been carrying the weight alone, and I can’t let him do that anymore. “Ana was here again today. Olivia walked in on her, found her sitting at my desk, naked.” He drops his head into his hands, exasperated. “I nearly fired the housekeeper for letting her in last time but she promised me it wouldn’t happen again.”. “We’ll deal with the house staff. What I want to know is what she said to my mate!” I
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
Rhett Pride surges through me as I watch Brynlee lean over the maps spread across my father's desk. The marks on her throat, visible above my collar, don't make her shy or hesitant. Instead, they seem to give her confidence - proof that she's chosen and claimed rather than controlled."The pattern's changing," she says, tracing a line between locations where spelled wolves were found. "See how they're positioning themselves around key points? It's not random anymore."An elder nods eagerly. "Yes! And the magical signatures are getting stronger, more coordinated."My father frowns at the map. "Like they're preparing for something specific?""They are." Brynlee's voice carries certainty. "I remember seeing something similar in Xavier's study - diagrams about channeling power through multiple points.“He never bothered to hide anything when he’d bring me in there for questioning. I guess he never thought I’d live long enough to tell anyone. But I tried to memorize every detail I could, a
RhettDawn paints my bedroom in soft gold, but I can't take my eyes off Brynlee. She's curled against me, my collar dark against her throat, skin marked with evidence of our claiming. The sheet barely covers her, having slipped down during the night to reveal the canvas of my possession - every bite, every bruise, every tender spot that proves she's mine.“Mine,” Kian growls with satisfaction. “Claimed. Marked. Ours.”My wolf replays every moment of last night: her first gasp when I touched her, the way she trembled trying to stay still under my hands, how perfectly she followed each command. The memory of her head thrown back, throat bared, begging so beautifully for more makes Kian push against my control.The marks tell our story - the bite on her shoulder from when she first surrendered completely, crying out my name as she submitted. The bruises on her hips where I held her still while she pleaded for release. The tender spots along her inner thighs that earned the most exquisite
BrynleeRhett takes my hand, leading me to the massive bed, new since the last time I was in this room. I follow obediently, until he pulls me to a stop and sets me on the sumptuous, silky red comforter. Then he gets on his knees. For me. “You won’t be needing these.” He mumbles as he kisses his way down my legs, his lips following the glide of the lace panties as he removes them. His tongue flicks out, licking the shiny wetness from my inner thighs in a move designed to drive me insane. I’ve never had a man’s mouth on me there but somehow my body knows that’s exactly what it wants. But instead of giving me what I’m sure he knows I need, he stands, and takes a step back, pulling his own shirt over his head. I’ve seen him shirtless before, but it hits differently this time. My wolf snarls inside me, wanting to get her claws into her mate. But she doesn’t try to push forward, knowing we need to wait for permission. Still, my mouth waters as I shamelessly ogle my mate. Rhett might not
Brynlee His kiss leaves me breathless, my new collar warm against my throat, our mate bond humming between us. When he finally pulls back, his eyes are intense with more than just desire."Fuck, I love you, Lee-lee." He growls softly against my lips. The words stop my heart. Stop my breath. Stop everything except the surge of emotion that threatens to overwhelm me."What?" I whisper.His hand cups my face, thumb stroking my cheek. "I love you, Brynlee. Not just as my mate or my submissive. I love all of you - your strength, your surrender, your perfect balance of fierce and yielding."Tears blur my vision. After everything that's happened, after all the trauma and fear and healing, I never expected to find this, what we have together. "You don't have to say it back," he says softly. "I just needed you to know—""But I want to. Because I love you too." The words burst from my heart. "So much. I think I have since you first showed me that submission could be beautiful instead of frigh
Brynlee The training room looks different tonight. Candlelight softens the usually stark space, casting warm shadows across the hardwood floors. My cushion – the one I've knelt on so many times during training – sits in the center of the room.Rhett stands waiting, power and control radiating from his stance. When our eyes meet, his flash gold."Come here," he commands softly.My feet carry me forward without conscious thought. I'm wearing what he requested – a simple black dress that makes me feel both elegant and strong."Stop." His voice halts me a few feet away. "Are you sure about this? About wearing my collar? Accepting my claim?""Yes, Sir." The words come from my soul."Tell me why.""Because I choose to submit to you. Because you make me feel safe enough to surrender and strong enough to fight. Because I’m yours and you’re mine."He circles me slowly, his heat wrapping around me like a physical touch. "Kneel."I sink to the cushion, assuming the position he's taught me – back