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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
Olivia Something smells mouthwatering in a very non-food sort of way. It's sensual and seductive and completely intoxicating. I suck in deep lungfuls, wishing I could bathe in it. But all that does is make my head fuzzy and my skin tingle. I let out a sultry moan as my clit throbs and slick coats my thighs. The aching need between my legs demands all my attention. I slip my hand into my panties, shoving two fingers inside the place I desperately need to be filled. Suddenly, an arm tightens around my waist, stopping my exploration, and hot breath blows over my ear, sending goosebumps racing across my skin. “I’m gonna have to stop you right there, rosebud. I only have so much control and you’re about to decimate it.” “Declan?” I turn over, burying my face in his neck. “Why do you call me rosebud?” I slur between licking his skin like a thirsty kitten. A little voice tells me that’s the wrong response but I can’t seem to care. He barks out a laugh “You find me in your bed uninvited a
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