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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
Declan “Goddess fucking damn it!” I throw my coffee mug across the hall, staring in frustration as the brown liquid trickles down the wall. Just one more mess in a sea of messes I still need to clean up. “Did I just hear my implacable Beta lose his cool?” Kaden pokes his head into the office, snorting when he sees the shattered coffee cup.“It’s been a week. Kade! A Fucking week since that rogue threatened our family! And we’re no closer to figuring out who they are or who they work for!“And you! You fucking went and let her leave this house, take the boys where we can’t see them, can’t keep them safe!”I’m not really pissed at him. I know it, he knows it. Even our relentless search for the men in the woods, as fruitless as it’s been, is little more than a distraction from a much bigger problem. Dealing with the reason we were in those woods in the first place, and the self-contempt and total ruination we’ve both been wading through in the aftermath. “They’re at my parents house
Olivia Ellie and I sit at the kitchen table, sipping our sodas while watching our toddlers run circles around her parents in the next room. Seeing my pups’ village of three expand and grow these last few weeks fills me with happiness, even if the circumstances are a little complicated. But knowing they have the love they deserve, more than I alone can give them, brings me more peace than I’ve felt in a long time. “Adorable aren’t they?” Ellie draws my attention from the controlled chaos in the other room. “It’s too bad our pups won’t all grow up together the way we did.” “Why not?” I ask, confused. “Ours will.” “Right.” She snorts. “I knew you weren’t coming back to Sacred Moon with us the first time I saw my brother and Declan following you around like lost puppies with stars in their eyes.” “El, you know that’s just the bond. I know they’re family but you can’t seriously believe they really want me. Not after the crap show that was our past.” I shoot back incredulously. She
Rhett I barely make it into my truck before Kian rages to the surface, clawing at my control. My wolf wants to turn around, to go back and claim what's ours. The memory of her scent – honey and lavender tinged with fear – makes us both want to howl.“Protect. Claim. Ours.” He demands."Not now," I growl, gripping the steering wheel until my knuckles turn white. We've had this argument too many times since that day at the hospital.The memory hits me like a physical blow . . . Two months earlierThe antiseptic hospital smell burns my nose as I follow Kaden down the sterile hallway. "Her scent might help us track whoever did this," he's saying. "But be prepared. She's . . . it's bad, Rhett."I've seen bad before. Done bad things to bad people. But nothing prepares me for the sight of Brynlee – sweet, innocent Brynlee who I've known since she was a pup – lying broken in that hospital bed. Tubes everywhere. Monitors beeping. Bruises marking every visible inch of skin.Then I catch her s
Brynlee I'm not supposed to be here. That's all I can think as I stand frozen in the small coffee shop just outside pack territory. I'm supposed to be safe at home, hiding in my room like the broken thing I am. But Dr. Mitchell's voice echoes in my head – "small steps toward normalcy" – and somehow that translated into convincing Olivia to bring me here."Just a quick stop," she'd promised. "Ten minutes tops."But Olivia got pulled into an urgent phone call outside, and now here I am, alone in a coffee shop that isn't the one where Xavier found me, but might as well be. Every chime of the door sends my heart racing. Every male scent makes my skin crawl. Every—The bell chimes again and a scent hits me – wild and masculine and startlingly familiar, but somehow . . . different. Rhett. I recognize him immediately – my family's friend, my friend, kind of, once upon a time. I've known him for years, seen him at countless family gatherings. He's always been kind but distant, treating me wi
Rhett Another dead end. Another false lead. Another day of Xander's trail growing colder while my control grows weaker.I stare at the abandoned cabin that was supposed to be his latest hiding place, fighting the urge to tear the whole structure apart in frustration. The scent is old – at least two weeks – and deliberately misleading. The bastard knows how to cover his tracks, I'll give him that.My phone buzzes. Another text from Kaden with another possible sighting to check out. This one's closer to Glass Lake territory. Too close. My wolf snarls at the thought, torn between the hunt for Xander and the pull toward her.Focus. I can't think about her right now. Can't think about how her scent lingered in the air yesterday, tinged with fear and something else – something that made my wolf pace and whine. Can't think about how close I was to jumping the fence and . . .And what? Revealing myself? Trying to comfort a traumatized woman who doesn't even know she has a mate? Who's fightin
Brynlee Therapy is bullshit.That's what I keep telling myself as I sit in this too-soft chair, surrounded by crystals and dreamcatchers and all the other crap that's supposed to make this place feel "safe and nurturing." What a joke. Like any space can feel safe anymore.But I'm here, aren't I? Sitting across from Dr. Sharon Mitchell, pack therapist extraordinaire, because my family won't stop looking at me with those worried eyes. Won't stop suggesting "it might help to talk to someone." As if talking about it will somehow make it all better. As if words can erase what happened to me."How are you feeling today, Brynlee?" Dr. Mitchell's voice is exactly what you'd expect from a therapist – gentle, measured, trying so hard to be non-threatening that it becomes threatening in its own way."Fine." The word comes out automatically. It's my default response these days, even though we both know it's a lie.I thought I was fine. After I woke up, it was like all my trauma was tucked away i
Rhett The familiar scent of pine and earthy dampness greets me as I cross into Forest Trails territory. Home. Though that word feels hollow now, more obligation than comfort. Like everything else in my life lately, it’s complicated by duty and expectations I never asked for.Tracy will be waiting at the clubhouse, neutral territory for what promises to be anything but a neutral conversation. We agreed to meet here rather than the dungeon where we usually play. This isn't about scene negotiation or pleasure; this is about ending something that should have been simple but never really was.She’s already there when I arrive, perched on the edge of a leather armchair like she’s ready to spring into action. The sight of her makes my chest tight with guilt. Tracy is beautiful, willing, and uncomplicated – everything I should want. Everything I might have settled for if fate hadn't fucked with my plans."Master." The word slips from her lips automatically before she catches herself. "Rhett."
Rhett “Fuck!” I shove the papers off my makeshift desk in a fit of rage. I fight the urge to toss the un-fucking-helpful computer too, knowing how satisfying it would be to watch it shatter against the wall. But it’s a loaner so I restrain myself. “Problems?” Kaden’s gigantic frame fills the doorway, casually leaning in with an amused smirk on his face. “All I’ve got is fucking problems.” I kick the leg of the desk for emphasis, and because I need an outlet for this fury threatening to consume me. “How can someone attempting such a massive coup hide so effectively? His fingerprints are everywhere, evidence of his plans basically begging to be found now that we know what we’re looking for, but Xander himself is a fucking ghost!” “We’ll find him.” He says so confidently I want to punch out a few of his pearly white teeth. “But none of this is on you. You know that, right?” I open my mouth to argue, to assure him it absolutely fucking is on me, but he’s running his damn mouth aga
Brynlee Who am I? It’s the last thing I ask myself before I fall asleep and the first thing that comes to mind the minute I wake up. Who am I now that the person I used to be no longer exists. Sweet, innocent Brynlee is gone. She died the moment Xavier cornered her in that coffee shop all those weeks ago, even if she didn’t know it yet. But when he, and then his son Xander, put their hands on me, brutalized me in unspeakable ways, there was no coming back from that. No, sweet, innocent Brynlee, the girl everyone loved, who never put a toe out of line, she burned to ash in those moments. But what’s awoken in her place is something I can’t begin to wrap my head around. Contemplating a question I can’t stop asking myself but that has no easy answer is hard. Going to sleep and never waking up would be easier. But I don't. I won’t. For them. Everything I do is for them, the people that love me. My family who would never recover from my loss. A sentence I can’t impose upon them, even if
Olivia "That's the last box," I announce, setting down a container marked 'Isla's stuffed animals' in what will become the nursery of our new packhouse. The sprawling structure sits perfectly between Glass Lake and Crimson Moon territories, a physical representation of the bridges we've built between our packs.Through the window, I watch Ryan and Reegan directing the placement of outdoor furniture while Kat and Declan’s mom, Isabella, supervise the unpacking of the kitchen. Having Kaden's and Declan’s parents move in with us feels right – the pups adore their grandparents, and after everything we've faced, keeping family close has become even more important.My own parents chose to stay in their home, a decision I understand completely. Brynlee needs the familiar comfort of those walls right now, needs the safety of the place she's known her whole life while she heals. The haunted look in my sister's eyes is slowly fading, but her recovery will take time. Time, and probably vengeance
OliviaSunlight streams through our bedroom windows as I drift awake between my mates. Every inch of my body tingles with pleasant soreness, marked and claimed exactly as it always should have been. Kaden's chest rises and falls steadily against my back while Declan's arms wrap around me from the front, both of them holding me close even in sleep.Last night was . . . transformative. The "do-over" of that pivotal moment didn't just create new memories, it healed something deep inside me I hadn't even realized was still wounded. Every word they spoke, every touch they bestowed, every mark they left replaced old pain with new joy.Memories of last night flood through me, making me shiver between them. The way Kaden's voice broke when he finally said the words he should have said years ago: "My wolf has been reaching for you since that first moment." How Declan's hands trembled as he traced reverent patterns on my skin, whispering "Our missing piece, always our missing piece."Kaden stirs