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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
Kaden I push back from my desk with a frustrated groan, rubbing my sore, tired eyes. I’ve been up all night, looking for any information that might explain what Ana and her father are up to. But it’s hard to focus when I can’t stop thinking about my mate. With every passing day, it gets harder not to hold her, touch her, show her how much I need her. Every day without her forgiveness is a dagger to my heart, and it’s been so long, I’m bleeding out on this old ugly-ass rug. Then there’s the permanent hard-on I’m walking around with lately. My body literally aches for her, my muscles sore like I went a few rounds with a heavy weight champ and lost. Badly. It makes me sick to my stomach to think how she must have felt all these years, rejected and separated from her mates. Not to mention the pain of all our affairs. Every one of them unfulfilling, meaningless, and in no way worth the suffering we put her through. “Fuck!” I throw my blank notepad across the room, more evidence of my
Kaden “Kaden!” Declan barks, His hand shoots out, covering my mouth just seconds before I manage to bond Olivia against her will. “What the fuck are you doing? Put your fangs away before I rip them from your skull!” “Fuck!” I jerk back, shaking off the haze that had me under its spell. I look down at Olivia, horrified at what I’d nearly done, but she’s deep in the thralls of heat, grinding her pert ass against my shaft while jerking Declan’s cock with her hand. “You good, brother?” Declan watches me warily. “Fuck, No! That was too close! I almost took her choice from her. Again! How could I fucking do that to her, Dec?” I almost ruined everything. She would have been tied to me forever but she would hate me for it. What the fuck was I thinking? I start to crawl off the bed, too ashamed to stay. But Declan grabs my arm, pulling me back. “It’s the heat man, it fucks with your brain. But I won’t let you do anything you’ll regret and you’ll do the same for me, right? She needs us
Declan “That’s it, baby. Ride my cock. Take what you need.” Kaden purrs. I stop in the doorway to admire the sight of my mate’s naked body, her tits, a perfect handful, jiggling as she bounces on Kaden’s cock. Every time she rises, I can see her pink pussy lips puffy and swollen, stretched wide around Kaden, his thickness filling her completely. It’s a fucking beautiful sight. She’d been sleeping when I slipped out to call Ellie to check on the boys. Apparently she woke up needy again in the short time I was gone. Every time we think her heat is ebbing, it flares to life again. Not that either of us are complaining. The scene in front of me is nothing short of erotic, and my semi becomes a full-fledged steel rod the longer I watch. Deciding Kaden’s had her to himself long enough, I cross the room to join them. “Room for one more?” I cup her cheek, turning her head to lock her in a steamy kiss. “Yes. Need you both.” She pants, breathless from the exertion. “My greedy little
Olivia I’ve lost all track of time, huge chunks of consciousness stolen by this never-ending heat. So when I fail to pass out completely after our last round of sex, leaving me with a rare moment of clarity, I’m shocked to say the least. I’m even more surprised at the declaration Declan makes while he mistakenly assumes I’m incoherent. “You’re everything to me” He whispers. “It’s torture knowing I’m going to lose you.” Why would he say those things if he didn’t mean them? I assumed this would be the time their true colors would shine, that he and Kaden both would take advantage of the extended fuck-fest, get it out of their system, and be happy to pretend it never happened afterward. But Declan sounded . . . heartbroken. I’m not sure how I feel about that. My wolf purrs contentedly, easily believing both her mates to be loyal, trustworthy, and devoted to us unconditionally. I wish I had her confidence. But my head is too fuzzy to sort it out now. My heat spikes, erasing my ability
OliviaMy skin is no longer scalding and my scent has lost its spicy undertone, the fever of my heat finally dissipated. All that’s left is this bone deep fatigue and the utter certainty that I’ll never be the same. Silly me, thinking sharing a heat with men I’ve already slept with would be no big deal. That was my ignorance talking. Sharing a heat is to share intimacies unlike any other. Sharing a heat changes things. This inexorable craving for the two men I’m supposed to hate is difficult to reconcile. So I refuse to think about it. When one is too tired to open one’s eyes, one should not make life-altering decisions.The blazing inferno that was my heat may have ebbed, but the warmth radiating from my mates engulfs me on all sides. I keep my breathing even and my body still for fear of waking them. Facing them after the events of the past week is going to be awkward as hell. I just need a little more time to brace myself for the fallout. Declan tosses an arm over my waist, dragg
Olivia Today’s the day. At one point, I wondered if my parents would ever meet their grandpups. But some part of me always knew I couldn’t hide forever. I’m not sure I’m truly ready to forgive and forget, but considering the alternative, it's definitely the lesser of two evils. Begging them to let me move two toddlers and myself into their home may cost me my dignity, but staying here will cost me my heart. That’s a price I just can’t afford. Gathering all my courage, I grab my keys and prepare to go wrangle the boys into the car. But when I step into the hall, my foot catches on something and I nearly faceplant onto the floor. Righting myself, I pick up the offending object, a slim rectangle gift-wrapped box. “What could this be?” I mutter to myself, sitting on the edge of my bed to open it. It’s a photo of me and the boys playing together at the park, set in a beautiful gold filigree frame. The sun is shining brightly, leaving an ethereal halo around our silhouettes. Both pu
Kaden She wants to leave us. I thought we were making headway, that something had changed between us after her heat. But she wants to take our pups and leave us. I can’t let that happen! “You’re not going anywhere, little flower!” My roar echoes off the sterile hospital walls. I don’t care that our families are here. I don’t care that it wakes our sleeping pups. All I care about is making sure she stays home with us where she belongs. If she’s not with me, I can’t prove how sorry I am. I can’t heal her heart, can’t make amends for every shitty thing I’ve ever done to her. If she leaves, she won’t let me get close enough again. But I don’t get long to feel sorry for myself. Because the shitshow that happens next consumes all our attention. “Your mates are right, sweetheart. As much as we’d love to have you home, to spend time getting to know your pups, you belong with them. You need to find a way to heal your family.” Auntie Sarah squares her shoulders, ready to stand her groun
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