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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 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
Olivia With a defeated sigh, I drop my towel in front of the full-length mirror and force myself to take in my pudgy form. I accepted long ago that I’d never have the svelte figure of most she-wolves. But on days like today, when I have to dress up and mingle with the rest of the pack, it’s a painful reminder of all the ways I’m different.I’d held out hope that with the birth of my wolf I’d finally attain the figure of my dreams, that my wolf would heal my damaged heart and I could finally do all the things other wolves do to stay fit and trim. But that dream was just the sour cherry on top of the sundae of my life’s many bitter disappointments. My softer, rounder figure is here to stay, just one more thing that makes me stand out. And I really hate to stand out. It’s not that I can’t handle what people think of me. I’m used to the ridicule by now. It’s my family I really feel bad for. My parents are the pack’s Betas, powerful wolves who should have had strong heirs, not a daughter
Olivia Declan’s hateful words replay over and over in my mind as I make my escape, not even slowing when Ellie calls my name. I have to get out of here before the dam breaks because I refuse to let any of those monsters see me cry. They don’t deserve my tears. I’ve barely made it out the door before the familiar dull ache flares to life in my chest, telling me at least one of my mates is already more pleasantly occupied. As if I needed more proof that I’m less than nothing in their eyes, they don’t even stop to celebrate my misery before moving on to more entertaining things like their next conquest. Too many nights I’ve lain in bed on the brink of sleep, only for the throbbing in my chest to startle me awake. At least this time I’m prepared for the torture to ensue I hurry to make my way home as the discomfort intensifies, the pain a raging inferno, the torment too much to endure. By the time my house is in sight, I’m practically crawling, every step pure agony. I’m panting for
Olivia It’s been months since the night I stood on that cliff, contemplating my own demise. Sometimes I still wonder if I made a mistake, not ending my life. But in the end, I just couldn’t do it, couldn’t cause my family any more pain, even if it means my own suffering. I’ve had a near perfect track record of avoiding my mates since the Full Moon party, though the pain of them betraying the bond visits me most nights. Unfortunately, that painfully short reprieve from their presence has come to an end. My best friend Ellie met her mates and we’re all in Sacred Moon for her Luna ceremony, making avoiding them impossible. The party is raging around us. Everyone is smiling, dancing, celebrating but I just don’t have the energy to pretend. My eyes wander to the dance floor of their own accord, immediately finding the men I least and most want to see. They’re each wrapped up in women far more beautiful than me, with smiles on their faces and laughter in their eyes. The pang of loss that
Kaden My sister and her new mates throw one hell of a party. It doesn’t hurt that there’s an open bar serving nothing but top shelf liquor. Declan and I have definitely taken advantage of the free alcohol, skating right past tipsy all the way to totally trashed. That’s my excuse for why I haven’t stopped lusting after Olivia Cross all damn night. My logical brain says this is a very bad idea, we’ll regret it later. But fuck if my hindbrain gives a shit about any of that right now. The curvy redhead has starred in my dreams too often lately and it’s a little disturbing. Then the second I laid eyes on her tonight, looking like sin in that skin-tight little black dress that hugs all her generous curves, the strapless sweetheart neckline showcasing the swell of her full tits, I knew I had to have her. Maybe fucking her will get her out of my system because this madness has to stop! “You’re so beautiful, Red. All lush curves and flawless skin. I’ve never seen anything sexier.” She pr
Olivia “Wake up, Red. Time to go.” I feel a nudge but I don’t move, my brain struggling to come online. My mouth is drier than the Sahara and a dozen tiny men with tiny little jackhammers are pummeling my skull. My limbs feel like lead bricks as I try to sit up. Where am I and why is something hard poking my backside?Blinking my eyes against the harsh sunlight, Kaden’s face comes into focus and I suck in a breath. Scenes from last night flood my brain and warmth fills my belly. They’re here. My mates, the men I love, are actually here and they spent the whole night making love to me.“Good morning,” I pull the sheet up to my chest and offer Kaden a shy smile. But he doesn’t smile back at me. His face is a stony mask and his eyes are cold. “Wh-, what’s wrong?” I stutter, trembling from the chill his look provokes.“Nothing at all, little flower.” His voice is hard, the pet name sounding all wrong in that tone. He shoves my dress at me just as Declan stirs behind me. “Last night was
Olivia “I think I really messed up, El.” I tell my best friend who’s staring at me with shock and a world of concern in her crystal blue eyes. I get it. Her new pack, where she is now my brother’s Luna, is hours away from where I live in Glass Lake. And I didn’t tell either of them I was coming, just showed up on their door like a little lost kitten. But the truth is, I didn't know I was coming myself. If that weren’t enough to earn her worried expression, the admission that I may have screwed up royally would be. Olivia Cross doesn’t make mistakes. She’s a rule follower, a people pleaser, the quintessential good girl to the core. Given my physical shortcomings, perfect behavior is my only superpower. Showing up here out of the blue, looking like something the cat dragged in would be enough to scare anyone who knew me. “I’m here, sweetie. What can I do?” She folds me in her arms and holds me tight. And that’s my best friend for you. No judgment, no third degree, willing to be w
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